Feng Shui Assassin

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  Feng shui is responsible for most of the good fortune in an individual's life. Whether by accident or design; promotion in the workplace, accumulation of minor wealth, even the fortunate happenstance of meeting and keeping the perfect partner. Having a successful life is often the result of well-aligned feng shui.

  The opposite is also true. Feng shui causes accidents. It creates disaster, sparks destruction, forms despair. It will destroy property. Blight love. Take a life.

  Harvey had forty minutes to wait before the result of his work took effect. There were any number of potential results - it was just a matter of time.

  Moments before the explosion, Masters strode into his bedroom, disrobed and stretched, cracking bones down his back. He sighed and walked into his ensuite bathroom, peering into the wall mirror, pulling at each lower eyelid and examining his eye whites. Scratching himself, he flipped up the seat of his toilet and relieved himself dead centre in the bowl, shaking three times and flushing without further thought.

  It's bad luck to leave the toilet seat up whilst flushing.

  Inauspicious energy rushed into the area. Resultant negative karma built quickly into a cyclone, growing larger and faster and darker. The vortex expanded, turbulent and relentless, until it touched another primed powderkeg of karma. The room exploded in chi.

  Negative energy blasted into the upper hall, disgorging into each room like a biblical flood. The wave crashed down the stairwell, smashed through the chequered hallway and into the kitchen.

  Black karma drenched the entire Manor in ill fortune. So much bad luck centred on this one building meant that whatever could go wrong, would go wrong. Any one of a dozen accidents were happening throughout the mansion. The one that caused the most damage triggered from the kitchen.

  An overloaded mains adapter spat and fizzed. A spark arced across the wall and reached the outer edges of a clumsy gas leak.

  Fire burst from the kitchen windows in long jets of flame. The building whoomped, sucking in one final breath, before blasting apart in a deafening firestorm. The manor ripped at the seams, decimating the thick walls and old timber, the hellish blaze spewing out in all directions. Fire engulfed the remaining shell and clung to anything that fed it life.

  Even at that distance, Harvey could feel the waft of heat on his face. He watched the raging inferno until sirens flickered in the distance.