Breaking point
What a vile, conniving s-o-b he was. She was no better.
I thought to myself, was I the only one that was immune to his fatal charm?
My wife, my beautiful wife, our years had been happy. But as with all good things, our years had been few. It was something how fast she had fallen.
I watched her skin turn red under his hand, something went through me, some ice cold liquid, that froze all my sense of logic. I knew only one thing, I hated him!
Yes, I hated him, loathed him, my brother, my flesh and blood. My hatred was supreme and I realized I was screaming my thought out loud. I could hear the judge shouting my name, pounding his gavel.
My steps were sure, they were purposeful. I directed all my energy toward him. I moved with purpose towards him. I was going to do my best, to do the damage, to inflict my wrath on him..
Out of the corner of my eye I watched the Bailiff. I knew we would collide at a point, but, I believe I have guaged it precisely. I had planned to use my hands, my bare hands but, my hand wasn't empty, in my hand was the daggerlike letter opener..
I lunged forward, jumped the little gate and landed, I threw my hand out, plunging the weapon into his body. I heard a scream, felt a searing pain shoot through my body, then nothing.
I awakened in the hospital, I wasn't sure what had happened. Memory was slow to return..
Was he dead?







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