That day was maybe the worst I had ever experienced. Driving along peacefully, I can’t seem to forget what had happened that day.
I entered the house to find that he wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs, and heard his car pull up into the driveway. Thinking quickly I head into his bedroom and find no way to get out. My pants accidentally caught a vase as it fell to the ground and shatter. I heard nothing after that, and knew that he had heard the sound. Thinking quickly, I turned on the alarm clock and hid behind the door. Luckily, the clock was only a vibrating one, so it was believable that it could have broken the vase that used to stand beside it. The steps going up the stairs had suddenly stopped and I thought of stabbing the man with the knife, but what if I had missed, and he would be alive. He would surely fight back, and getting fingerprints cleaned from another person was very difficult, if not impossible. I decided it would be better to just sneak out.
His head popped in, but it didn’t turn around to see if anything was behind the door. He stepped into the room and I sensed a rush of adrenaline. This was like a game for me, and I always needed to win. He headed over to turn the alarm clock off and I decided to take that as the time to sneak out of the room. I ran downstairs and was shocked to find the television on. Maybe it was on all the time, I just hadn’t noticed. I headed for the garage and put my the card on the ground. It was the ritual, that everyone had to perform. Even though this was not related to a job I was given, it would install fear into the authorities.
I heard him once again, but this time he was already in the kitchen throwing something in the garbage. Most likely it was the broken vase. I stood up from my crouched position and felt almost like falling down again, but I forced myself to stand and open the door slightly. He was reading the mail with his back turned to me. I took out my three inch long mini-dagger and headed towards him. I used all the stealth that I had learnt over the ten years of military practice. Less than a meter away from him and I shoved the dagger in.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
week 5
CHAPTER 6
That day was maybe the worst I had ever experienced. Driving along peacefully, I can’t seem to forget what had happened that day.
I entered the house to find that he wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs, and heard his car pull up into the driveway. Thinking quickly I head into his bedroom and find no way to get out. My pants accidentally caught a vase as it fell to the ground and shatter. I heard nothing after that, and knew that he had heard the sound. Thinking quickly, I turned on the alarm clock and hid behind the door. Luckily, the clock was only a vibrating one, so it was believable that it could have broken the vase that used to stand beside it. The steps going up the stairs had suddenly stopped and I thought of stabbing the man with the knife, but what if I had missed, and he would be alive. He would surely fight back, and getting fingerprints cleaned from another person was very difficult, if not impossible. I decided it would be better to just sneak out.
His head popped in, but it didn’t turn around to see if anything was behind the door. He stepped into the room and I sensed a rush of adrenaline. This was like a game for me, and I always needed to win. He headed over to turn the alarm clock off and I decided to take that as the time to sneak out of the room. I ran downstairs and was shocked to find the television on. Maybe it was on all the time, I just hadn’t noticed. I headed for the garage and put my the card on the ground. It was the ritual, that everyone had to perform. Even though this was not related to a job I was given, it would install fear into the authorities.
I heard him once again, but this time he was already in the kitchen throwing something in the garbage. Most likely it was the broken vase. I stood up from my crouched position and felt almost like falling down again, but I forced myself to stand and open the door slightly. He was reading the mail with his back turned to me. I took out my three inch long mini-dagger and headed towards him. I used all the stealth that I had learnt over the ten years of military practice. Less than a meter away from him and I shoved the dagger in.
The dagger was placed through his back, to the left of his spine, straight into his heart, I pressed the button on the dagger and a metal rod went another three inches into his body, to fully pierce his heart. How I loved this dagger, I pull it out and see his body crumple down to the ground. I press the daggers button again and it shrank back into its original size. I had put it in my pocket and went towards the garage. I went toward the car to see that the keys were still left inside, and turned them in order to run the car. It worked on its first attempt, and I backed up slowly. The garage door opened and I had sped down the street and turned the corner. How long ago that had seemed, while really it was only yesterday. Now I was heading to HIO in order to steal Peter’s file. It needed to look as if a friend had taken it, in order not to get caught. Luckily, I wasn’t on the suspect list. Having hacked the HIO’s cameras, I knew almost everything and anything happening in the offices.
I enter using a key card I had borrowed from a friend and entered the building. The steps creaked with every step I took, and got noisier and noisier till I reached to the top. I pulled out my GSR and put the silencer barrel on. I turn the corner and see a janitor facing in the other direction listening to his music. I pull out my Russian extension knife and creep up behind him. He doesn’t notice anything, until I grab his neck with one hand and slit his throat with the other. I quickly drag his body to a window and throw him out. I turn around, yet still hear the crumbling of bones as he hits the ground.
I enter the office labeled ‘Detective Jenkins’ and see the file on the middle of the desk. I pick it up and place our gangs card with the fingerprint of one of Peters friends fingers I had happened to run across by. I leave the office and head back to my car and go on my way back home.
That day was maybe the worst I had ever experienced. Driving along peacefully, I can’t seem to forget what had happened that day.
I entered the house to find that he wasn’t home yet. I went upstairs, and heard his car pull up into the driveway. Thinking quickly I head into his bedroom and find no way to get out. My pants accidentally caught a vase as it fell to the ground and shatter. I heard nothing after that, and knew that he had heard the sound. Thinking quickly, I turned on the alarm clock and hid behind the door. Luckily, the clock was only a vibrating one, so it was believable that it could have broken the vase that used to stand beside it. The steps going up the stairs had suddenly stopped and I thought of stabbing the man with the knife, but what if I had missed, and he would be alive. He would surely fight back, and getting fingerprints cleaned from another person was very difficult, if not impossible. I decided it would be better to just sneak out.
His head popped in, but it didn’t turn around to see if anything was behind the door. He stepped into the room and I sensed a rush of adrenaline. This was like a game for me, and I always needed to win. He headed over to turn the alarm clock off and I decided to take that as the time to sneak out of the room. I ran downstairs and was shocked to find the television on. Maybe it was on all the time, I just hadn’t noticed. I headed for the garage and put my the card on the ground. It was the ritual, that everyone had to perform. Even though this was not related to a job I was given, it would install fear into the authorities.
I heard him once again, but this time he was already in the kitchen throwing something in the garbage. Most likely it was the broken vase. I stood up from my crouched position and felt almost like falling down again, but I forced myself to stand and open the door slightly. He was reading the mail with his back turned to me. I took out my three inch long mini-dagger and headed towards him. I used all the stealth that I had learnt over the ten years of military practice. Less than a meter away from him and I shoved the dagger in.
The dagger was placed through his back, to the left of his spine, straight into his heart, I pressed the button on the dagger and a metal rod went another three inches into his body, to fully pierce his heart. How I loved this dagger, I pull it out and see his body crumple down to the ground. I press the daggers button again and it shrank back into its original size. I had put it in my pocket and went towards the garage. I went toward the car to see that the keys were still left inside, and turned them in order to run the car. It worked on its first attempt, and I backed up slowly. The garage door opened and I had sped down the street and turned the corner. How long ago that had seemed, while really it was only yesterday. Now I was heading to HIO in order to steal Peter’s file. It needed to look as if a friend had taken it, in order not to get caught. Luckily, I wasn’t on the suspect list. Having hacked the HIO’s cameras, I knew almost everything and anything happening in the offices.
I enter using a key card I had borrowed from a friend and entered the building. The steps creaked with every step I took, and got noisier and noisier till I reached to the top. I pulled out my GSR and put the silencer barrel on. I turn the corner and see a janitor facing in the other direction listening to his music. I pull out my Russian extension knife and creep up behind him. He doesn’t notice anything, until I grab his neck with one hand and slit his throat with the other. I quickly drag his body to a window and throw him out. I turn around, yet still hear the crumbling of bones as he hits the ground.
I enter the office labeled ‘Detective Jenkins’ and see the file on the middle of the desk. I pick it up and place our gangs card with the fingerprint of one of Peters friends fingers I had happened to run across by. I leave the office and head back to my car and go on my way back home.
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