Copyright © 1997
Amaury Olivier Laporte
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Tic toc. The clock struck two. It was two in the
Bob was tired. It was time. Time to kill.
a violent man. Not normally anyways. The sight of
him squirm. He didn't like blood. But he had to do
It was necessary. He had to kill. The torture had
gone on long
enough. It was enough. He had enough, enough of
could not stand it any longer. He heard a car drive by in the
The cold darkness. The cold, still darkness. What
it? Oh yes. Two. Two in the
morning. He could not
wait any longer. He had to act now. It was
He had to kill. Kill savagely, kill in cold blood.
He had to. He grabbed the Weapon. It was sturdy,
and yet flexible
and light. Just what he needed to kill. The floor
The wind moaned. Another car's lights momentarily lit up the
He saw the Victim. No pity. It was
necessary. If he did
it fast enough, the Victim wouldn't feel a thing. There would
blood. But that was necessary. It was
necessary. He had
to kill. He breathed softly. Inhale,
exhale. Don't alert
the Victim. Silently, he crept. The night was
There were no cars now. He was just behind the
Victim. He couldn't
make him out very well, but he knew he was there.
Now. Bob swatted the mosquito.