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From A Killers Perspective

March 26, 2012
By NickM. BRONZE, Ocoee, Florida
NickM. BRONZE, Ocoee, Florida
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It has been one year. One year since I came home to find my wife and children lying in pools of blood on our living room floor, dead. One year from this night that I tried desperately to save my family’s life even though I knew there was no life left in them to be saved. One year since I started hunting down the heartless man that killed my wife and kids. My name in James Walker, and I, for the first time in my life, am about to commit a murder.

A cool breeze weaved through the trees above me as I stood at the edge of a forest looking up to an old two story home perched high on a hill a few hundred feet away from me. I could tell that it was once a fine looking house. But now with a lawn over gown with weeds, and paint peeling from its unchecked face, it was the most unsightly house for miles around.

Dim light peered through the windows illuminating the surrounding lawn. I watched from behind a thick layer of underbrush as a dark shadow from inside the house moved toward a window to survey their property. When a nearby clock tower struck twelve, the shadow disappeared back into the light and I knew it was time to make my move.

I started toward the house, keeping a close vigil on the dim windows. I walked along the edge of the forest in an attempt to keep myself hidden. When the strip of forest ended I was forced to crawl through the thick weeds. I could feel the blade of my knife rubbing against my upper thigh, and the inflammation in my side grew in the spot where my gun met my hip. Before I knew it however, I was face to face with the oak front doors of the house.

I stood up and put my ear to the door, trying to get an idea of where the killer was. From what I could hear, they were up stairs.

Picking the lock was harder than when I was practicing. It took me three tries which was much longer than it should have taken. My nerves were kicking in.

I try keeping my hand steady as I move it toward the brass door knob. I pushed open the door and enter a small, muggy living room, lit by a single lamp. I know immediately that I am in the right house when I smell the scent of mold and air freshener. The same scent that lingered on my wife’s body when I found her.

I proceed into a dark hallway which leads to a flight of stairs. As I ascend to the second floor I hear movement, and I know I am headed in the right direction. However I can’t tell where the movement is coming from.

Along the hallway, all of the doors are locked. Almost like someone is expecting me.

When I reach the window at the end of the hallway, I realize that something is wrong. The only sound I hear is my own heartbeat, and I have the strangest feeling that I am being watched. It then becomes clear to me. I am no longer the hunter. I’m the hunted.

When I turn around to face the hallway, I have no time to react to the hooded man sprinting toward me. He crashes into me and I feel glass shatter on my back, and I am falling.

When I was a child I fell out of trees on many occasions. I would land on my back and the wind would flee from my lungs. The pain I felt then was nothing compared to the pain I felt now. It was as though my throat had sealed its self on impact and refused to reopen.

As I struggled for breath I could feel blood seeping from wounds in my back where the glass had pierced my skin.

When I gained the energy to do so, I got on to all fours and looked up. I saw the hooded man walking toward me like a spider coming home to its web. He stopped in front of me with a knife clutched in his hand.

Without hesitation I pulled the knife from my belt and jabbed him in the side of the leg with it. As he collapsed, he swung his knife toward me cutting a deep gash in my arm. The man’s screams echoed through the hills around us as I struck his thigh with my knife. He doubled over in pain and I saw my chance.

I tackled him to the ground and pinned him down. I needed to know something before I did anything else.

With the blade of my knife up to his neck, I asked, “Why them?”

The man looked into my face and recognized my children’s eyes in mine. He then smiled, “Because they were home.”

I smiled back, and thrust my knife through his heart.

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This article has 120 comments.

Teen Spirit said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 2:00 pm
This article was amazing,it had me thrilled. I don't really like reading but this makes me want read more like this.

pitbull said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 2:00 pm
this is a very good book i liked it alot keep on write more of this :) !!!!!

harleyquinn said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 1:59 pm
this story is quite intrieging, i admire the usage of adjectives. It caught my attention and seems really profesional. keep up the good work!!

zf123 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 1:53 pm
I enjoyed the story a lot. I think you should definiately keep writing.

on Feb. 19 2014 at 1:53 pm
It was really good, but you didn't give much description for James' dead family. They are still characters, after all.

chris23 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:50 pm
The story was sad but very well written.

kdawson said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:49 pm
They story was good and had a lot of details. But the ending didn't really make anysense

Ace7534 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:46 pm
It was a very well written story , it was a major plot twist that the killer of James wife and kids was already excpecting him when he showed up to the house !

on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:41 pm
tist is a really good story plus i think the plot twist should of had more detail to it

on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:39 pm
ILIKETURTLES143, Wichita, Kansas
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Favorite Quote:
The Best Way To Move Forward Is To Move Back

This article, is amazing, full of suspense and murder, but who do we know the criminal is if there was no name given?, etc... also who were James' wife and kids?, I know they aren't really important to the story but they at least have to have a name with them if they're characters. Other than that I really couldn't see anything else that was wrong, good imagination. :D

screen-name8 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:38 pm
This article really caught my attention. It was very interested. why did they killer smiled..?

Christian B. said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:38 pm
It was a good story i liked the plot twist i also liked the detail he used in the story.The ending of the story left me with a few questions.

tuckfoo_12 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:37 pm
I liked tihe story but the end made no sense you can go arown killing people because there home like who dose that

ernesto f. said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:37 pm
this story was  good to read  

JordanS said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:35 pm
This short story put images in my head while i was reading it. The monalog between the two men was crazy.

on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:34 pm
Its an amazing article. Keep up the good work. :)

on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:31 pm
This is pretty good. I like the way it ends. You should write a sequel or something very similar.

skatesmuch99 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:30 pm
The story was exciting. Write another one.

Reader15 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:28 pm
This story was pretty good the first paragragh didnt catch me untill the end but in all the story had a nice little twist and good ideas.

on Feb. 19 2014 at 12:27 pm
I enjoyed this story from start to end because it was thrilling and suspensful.Also the ending was unexpected which made it even better.