The man was in love with a woman, but of course, she didn't know. She had a life of her own, and a beautiful family. He sat in the back at her wedding, and silently wept. He watched from afar as her life went on. How should he feel? In his condition, being mad, he thought he had no where else to turn. He paniced.
So, late at night, around 1 in the moring, a love-sick man, he wanted to seek revenge.....
He drove up to the woman's house and crept onto the porch slowly. He has to keep his lights on dim, so he won't wake up anyone in the neiborhood, for they all had to go to work the next morning.
He cautiously got out the copy of the key from his back left jean pocket. He found this key after a whole day of searching the week before.
Its surprising how many of those people keep their doors unlocked during the day.
With the key, this man also retrieved a few diamond neclaces and a bunch of the little girl's mom's rings. This made the family feel very unprotected; knowing that someone had taken the mother's wedding ring and other prized jewelry.
He carefully put the key into the door knob, and opened it slowly. The door made a big "SCREEEECH!". Startled by the sound, he jumped back as fast as he could and took a deep breath. Knowing that he was the one making the sound, instead of the father with maybe- A GUN, he felt relieved.
A few moments later, he took his first few steps into the quiet house- step, step, step. He then looked around to see if there was any kind of movement in his line of vision, which wasn't so great because it was so dark in there that he could see almost nothing.
The only source of light he had was a small cigarette lighter, which ironically, was ready to run out of lighter fliud.
A few more steps, and he came to a staircase, which, from what he saw the other day, led up to the rooms of the family. He studied the rooms and people carefully, observing every move they made and the sleeping patterns of each.
The father's room was on the right, which he shared with his lovely wife. This was a rather large room, with beautiful rose coloured curtains and a king-sized bed with sheets and pillows to match perfectly. Such an extravangantly furnished room with a nice cross-breeze that came in towards the bed during the summer time.
On the left, right next to the parents' room, was the baby boy and the little girl's room. The little girl was about four or five years old and had beautiful, sparkling blue eyes. The baby had curly, red locs of hair that came down his forehead and flowed excellently.
He tip-toed into the room of the little girl and took out his samari sword.
He let it shine in the light his cigarette lighter produced, he gazed upon the shinyness for just a moment, then took out his blade-sharpener, and sharpened it, snickering at the sound of the blade rubbing against the sharpener, he hushed himself down and tried to focus.
First, he unbuttoned the little girls shirt, just to make room for the sword. Of all the things this man was, he was no pervert.
He took a tranquilzer out of his vest pocket. This was only temporary, for about 2 minutes, 3 at the most. He gave her the little shot, and she didn't even make a single move.
Then the man picked up his sword and touched her chest, right at the center of her heart. He took a shallow breath and gave the knife a little push, and into her heart, the blade went. There came a soft, little cry, and a tear came down her eye. Another stab, this time, he sliced a straight line into her chest, still over her heart. Another line, to form an H,as he finished up his work, he snickered.
The baby boy was fast asleep. The man needed to hurry up out of the house, so he quickly gave the tranquilizer to him, and marked, over his heart, the letter A. Another little cry, then, nothing. Another life he ended that night.
He cleaned off his blade real quick, and went into the next room.
As entering the parents' room, he marked on the door -
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't."
--From Hamlet (II, ii, 206), with his sword.
He went to the wife, and whispered in her ear- "I'm so sorry, now say goodbye."
He stepped over to the fatherand covered his mouth with a rather large piece of duct tape, and smoothed it on. Then, he took out the sword, and stabbed the letter A into his chest, directly over his heart. He had only brought 3 tranquilizers, so the father was to suffer the worst pain of them all. The man screamed, but there was no sound, for that was the sole purpose of the duct tape.
He then went back to the wife, and kissed her goodbye. He tranquilized her, and slowly, with his eyes tightly shut, he stabbed into her chest- the shape of a heart, to simbolize love.
He whiped her forehead of the beads of sweat, and closed her open eyes. "Rest in peace, my love" he whispered.
Then he shut the door slowly, and left the house.
Copyright {c} 2007 Hannah Duffin {All Rights Reserved}
Author notes
This is sad.... the man had a chemical imbalance in his brain and killed a woman who he was in love with, along with her husband, baby boy and daughter. :[
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