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Can I kill him? I am going to kill him. I can not believe she would
leave me. Especially for him. My mind spun out of control with anger.
As
I paced back and forth across my worn out rug. I had to think of a
solution.
I'll kill him. If I can't be with her no one can.
I stood alone in the middle of my
sparsely furnished apartment. In
one
corner was a small desk. Up against one wall was a tall bookcase, quite
bare looking with just a few books occupying its shelves. Those two
items,
along with a few decent paintings, were all that occupied the room. My
apartment looks so bare without all of Keri's stuff. We were together
for
two years before he entered the picture. He stole her away from me.
Keri
is a medium built girl, with a petite body and sandy hair. She is so
good
looking. She left me for a troll. He is three feet tall, has a huge
rubber
like nose, and a huge head. I don't know what she sees in him. He was
brought
over seas as a member of the damn circus. He escaped into the arms of
my
love. I can not believe she fell in love with a side show freak. He is
so ugly and small. I am going to kill him. But I must be careful; he
can
scurry around and stay out of sight. The little scoundrel could taunt
me,
catching my attention, then just disappear before I got the chance to
see
him. He wouldn't even face me. Little coward.
I reached underneath the desk and ripped
off the key taped to the
underside.
I carefully removed the scotch tape from the key and unlocked the top,
right hand drawer. Now smiling broadly, I opened the drawer and gazed
in
upon the gun. It was an automatic, loaded with all nine shots and ready
to kill. Sighing, I placed my right hand gently on the cold metal,
slowly
drawing my index and middle fingers along the barrel. "One takes care
of
the other," I yelled out loud as I ran out of my apartment and down the
street. My crazed emotions fueled my fire and gave me the energy to run
all the way to her house.
A one story, cream colored house now
stood just a few feet away,
separated
only by a stretch of green grass. I grinned now at the sight of the
house,
anticipating what would soon happen. It was time to settle things. The
troll had to be dealt with, after all that could not be denied. The
metal
of the gun was cool against my skin. My chest heaved with deep, ragged
breaths. Too much running for one day, but I am ready to fight for my
love.
My left fist clenched and unclenched at my side and my face was slowly
turning beat red. It was a wonder I didn't accidentally fire the gun,
my
anger was so great.
I quickly covered the last two feet to
the front door and grabbed
the
doorknob, twisting it back and forth. It would not open, though, for it
was locked. I screamed incoherently and brought the gun up. Barely
taking
the time to aim it at the doorknob, I squeezed off two shoots. The
blasts
were loud, causing my ears to ring. Unfortunately I was so furious
there
was not a chance that I hit the doorknob. My aim had already been off,
but when I shot the gun it had bucked in my hand, causing both shots to
go high and lodge in the thick wood of the door. I had not taken the
time
to brace the gun with both arms, and prepare my right arm for the kick
of the gun at all. Again screaming in frustration, I retreated from the
door and turned my attention on the large picture window. I could not
see
inside due to the drapes that covered the window, but knew it was my
best
bet for getting into the house. So I took a few steps back from the
window,
braced the gun, and put two shots in the middle of the largest pane of
glass. Not taking any time to think, I backed up, took a deep breath,
and
launched myself through the window. There was an initial jolt as I
slammed
into the large piece of glass. Then the glass gave away and I fell
forward
into the drapes, the sound of breaking glass sharp in my ears. I got
tangled
up in the drapes and hit the floor hard, shards of glass cutting deep
and
painfully into my flesh. Blood flowed freely from the wounds as I
struggled
to get out of the heavy material and stand up. The fact that I had
dropped
my gun while jumping through the window just caused me to panic more.
He stood on the opposite side of the
room, his small legs spread
apart
in a shooter's-stance, both arms straight out and rigid, holding a gun
aimed directly at me. Keri was just a few steps behind him. I did not
even
have time to figure out the make of the gun, or register my own
surprise,
before I heard the blast and simultaneously felt something hot and
painful
tear into my left shoulder, knocking me backward and down onto the
ground.
My head slammed into the windowsill and consciousness was almost
deserted,
as my vision blacked out for a second. But then I could see again, as
well
as feel the incredible pain in my shoulder and head. I would have
screamed
in frustration once again, but did not have the energy. Looking down, I
saw my gun. It was lying at my feet, just waiting to be picked up. So I
did just that, quickly bringing it up and aiming it at the troll. He
had
his back to me, retreating through a doorway. Grunting I put my back
against
the wall, braced the gun as best I could with just my right arm, and
took
aim at the troll's back. I pulled the trigger just once, the shot
hitting
off the wall and in the lower right side of Keri's back, probably
passing
all the way through her body. She let out a surprised, yet strangled,
cry
of pain and reached out toward the wall with her right arm. However,
her
right arm lost all strength when it came into contact with the wall,
and
she crumpled to the floor. The troll grinned, knowing he had just saved
his own life.
"Look what you have done," I screamed at
the troll as I rushed
over
to help Keri. "Oh God!" she said, the pain must be overwhelming I
thought
to myself. I was kneeling next to her, with my gun just a few inches
away.
I went to grab it. The troll was sanding in the doorway of the living
room
with a strange look on his face. I noticed that I was virtually covered
in my own blood. Jumping through the window had given me a multitude of
cuts over my body. My arms were covered in blood and my grip on the gun
was slippery because of all the blood. I could also feel blood running
down my face. Some of the cuts were actually lacerations, which was not
a good sign. But I put those worries to the side as I tried to help
Keri.
Looking down at her, I could see that she
was not in good shape.
In
fact, she barely seemed to be breathing at all. That was not good. All
I had to do was get her to the doctor and they would take care of her.
But I never got the chance to do that because Keri was not as bad off
as
I had thought. Suddenly, she reached out with her right hand, grabbed
my
left leg and yanked it right out from under. Gravity was suddenly my
enemy
as I hit the ground with a grunt. The gun flew out of my hand and
skittered
across the floor, coming to a rest at the base of the wall just next to
the troll. The next thing I knew, the troll ran towards me. He was
clawing
at my hair, ripping it out in clumps. I could feel him hanging
painfully
onto my hair as I raised my head. Blood dripped down my face, a drop
falling
into my eye and giving everything a red tinge. The troll picked up my
gun
and mumbled some words in my ear, then the pain tore through my chest
and
my entire body seemed to scream in agony. I could taste the blood
filling
my mouth and knew the troll had gotten me.
I glanced up one last time to see Keri
and the troll hugging. He
had
a sick twisted smile on his face and then only darkness.
The End
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank the entire J-term class for their help on my
story. Everyone had great ideas. Thanks to Corey for proofreading all
my
drafts over and over again.
Note
Melissa Hall supplied her own troll graphic.
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