Rubix heard someone entering the house, and so he quickly smashed the last window that he could and slipped out the back door. He then slipped his beating-sticks-of-justice into the specially tailored pockets in his sleeves and sauntered off into the village, once or twice seeing the young woman who's life he had destroyed passing through the village with rage. This brought a smile to his face. [i]A job well done,[/i] he thought flipping one of the stilettos in the air and catching it. He had taken some of her money too, and with it bought some of the best beef stew he had ever eaten. But it was getting late, and Rubix figured that it was about time to get back to his client. "Well?" The fat man asked, sitting in his rocking chair. "Her shit has been thoroughly wrecked," Rubix replied, gesturing to the stilettos for proof that he was there. "Thank you, that bitch'll regret ever turning me down, here's your pay." Realizing the implications of what the man was saying, Rubix waited until the money was in his hands before dropping a quick, "Thank you," and ripping the man across the face with one of his rods. "Sick, sick man," Rubix said over his shoulder before heading back into town. If he was going to return what was stolen, it would be wiser to do it after the girl had had some time to cool off any maybe even fall asleep. --- It was night now, and Rubix casually walked up to the girl's door in an attempt to open it. Locked. [i]At least she learned something from this[/i], Rubix thought as he slipped through one if the broken windows. Heading into the girl's bedroom, Rubix stepped on a loose floorboard (one that he himself had loosened earlier that day) and created a loud, resonating creak. The girl soon made it known that she knew that Rubix was there. Regardless, he waltzed into her room with a mere, "Sorry about the house, there was a misunderstanding," before dropping the knives and a sack of money that he figured should be enough to pay for the repairs. He then began to leave, as casually as he had walked in.