conrad waits, hidden inside a bedroom closet. he hears the front door close and his grip tightens around the handle of a long, steel-necked hammer.
creedy empties a bottom drawer, making room to hide the costume. as he does, the closet door behind him slowly creeps open.
a dark figure stands over creedy. the hammer raises, a slash of silver against the velvety darkness.
the hammer falls with a sickening soft crunch.
blood pours down creedy's snarling face, he snatches one of v's knives as another hammer blow cracks through his collar bone.
the hammer falls again and again until the metal head is slick with blood and meat.
the front door opens and helen enters.