Week 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.