309 Why Is He Holding A Taser?

Stephen groaned out loud to himself, cursing his stupidity, his recklessness, and for being so callow to someone who only offered him love in return. He began to reconsider his thoughts, especially given her strong response. Was this truly necessary? Was it worth a complete sacrifice of Grace?

It seemed that no matter his intention, he was going to lose something in this request. He just hoped that one thing wasn't the only women he ever truly loved.

Stephen hopped off the truck, and debated whether or not to go inside, and have another talk with Grace. He stopped short in his tracks, halfway to the house, and returned, shaking his head. No, she wanted space, and she'll get the space she needs, he decided. Yet, as his back was turned, he felt a presence behind him, something that made the hairs on his neck stand up on end. He turned around in fearful curiosity, but let out a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Lopez standing there a few feet away.

"Oh, hey Mr. Lopez. How are you?" Stephen asked, looking at the strange man, who looked completely wired, as if he had drank four cups of coffee in the space of an hour. His eyes were wild, pupils dilated, and his expression was set. There was a steely determination in his eyes. Stephen let his eyes drop to Mr. Lopez's hands, which contained a variety of tools. He recognized a hammer, a pair of silvery looking handcuffs, and something else. Something that looked like a taser. But why would he be holding a taser?

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Stephen received his answer when Lopez calmly raised the taser, pointing it directly at him, and pulled the trigger.

He was dropped to his knees in an instant, as fifty thousand volts of electricity coursed through his body. He lost all thoughts, all sensations, all emotions, everything but the word 'stop' which struggled to get out of his lips. He found himself face first into the pavement, flopping about as the electricity did its job. There was no feeling to describe it. Seconds felt like eternity. The only thing that he felt more than the pain was the confusion. What was Lopez doing?