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Rain fell on me as I held the knife in my hand. I pulled my black cloak around me for warmth but it made no difference because the rain had already soaked through. Lightening flashed across the midnight sky, making even the trees shudder.
Or maybe that was the wind. All I knew was what I had to do. I had waited too long to begin with. Way too long. Why did I wait to kill him? Why didn’t I just do it when I had a chance the first time? I remember feeling my heart beat faster with every growing second. I tensed a little but never did my hand shake as I came upon his sleeping form. I smiled at him. Not out of humor but out of hatred. I looked at my knife and back at his snoring face. Sure I could master a plan so brilliant that I would be one hundred percent innocent to the authorities. But….why? No one will suspect me anyway. So to construct a plan would just be a waste of my time. Time that I’ll never get back.
I held the knife above my head and brought it down quickly, it made a sickening sound as it sunk into his flesh. He was shocked painfully awake and with a deep gasp he shrieked in pain. I raised it above my head and brought it down once more. He quivered and began to spit up blood.
As I watched him die slowly and painfully I laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh. In fear? In happiness? In relief? I’m not sure, maybe all was the source of my psychotic laughter. As my laughing began to cease I held fingers over his gushing wound. Then with a malicious grin I slowly applied blood on my lips.
“Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” I softly said in his ear and then kissed his cheek.
“A…A…A-”
I chuckled at his attempt to say my name, “Yes, Charles. It’s me, Anglel.”
I looked at my knife and had a sudden idea. As my last act of torture I twisted the handle of the knife into his wound. His hand hastily grasped the knife and he let out a yowl as four fingers fell to the bloodstained bed.
Rain washed the blood from my cloak as I walked home.
Why, you ask, did I kill this man? Because he stole my heart, of course! Nobody steals from me. Nobody. Steal from me and loose your life. That’s the way it is, and that’s the way it has always been.

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Rain fell on me as I held the knife in my hand. I pulled my black cloak around me for warmth but it made no difference because the rain had already soaked through. Lightening flashed across the midnight sky, making even the trees shudder.
Or maybe that was the wind. All I knew was what I had to do. I had waited too long to begin with. Way too long. Why did I wait to kill him? Why didn’t I just do it when I had a chance the first time? I remember feeling my heart beat faster with every growing second. I tensed a little but never did my hand shake as I came upon his sleeping form. I smiled at him. Not out of humor but out of hatred. I looked at my knife and back at his snoring face. Sure I could master a plan so brilliant that I would be one hundred percent innocent to the authorities. But….why? No one will suspect me anyway. So to construct a plan would just be a waste of my time. Time that I’ll never get back.
I held the knife above my head and brought it down quickly, it made a sickening sound as it sunk into his flesh. He was shocked painfully awake and with a deep gasp he shrieked in pain. I raised it above my head and brought it down once more. He quivered and began to spit up blood.
As I watched him die slowly and painfully I laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh. In fear? In happiness? In relief? I’m not sure, maybe all was the source of my psychotic laughter. As my laughing began to cease I held fingers over his gushing wound. Then with a malicious grin I slowly applied blood on my lips.
“Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” I softly said in his ear and then kissed his cheek.
“A…A…A-”
I chuckled at his attempt to say my name, “Yes, Charles. It’s me, Anglel.”
I looked at my knife and had a sudden idea. As my last act of torture I twisted the handle of the knife into his wound. His hand hastily grasped the knife and he let out a yowl as four fingers fell to the bloodstained bed.
Rain washed the blood from my cloak as I walked home.
Why, you ask, did I kill this man? Because he stole my heart, of course! Nobody steals from me. Nobody. Steal from me and loose your life. That’s the way it is, and that’s the way it has always been.