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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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malik308 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:36 am
i think this was a very good story but i reeally wish you guys woulda kep going. i was really really eager to read wat happins but oh well maybe you guys will make a sequel.???

on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:33 am
Great article!, I love the Dark descriptive details, & a very food use of imagery

Mikell said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:30 am
story was cool, I like it.

AE17 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:26 am
This story is very intense, and thrilling because you dont know whats going to happen or who is the one that is going to get "hunted. Overall it's also very interesting

JsONmyFeetxD said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:26 am
I really liked the story. I like how you write you should write another story

swagmeout said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:26 am
this story was very good and intense. i liked the way it had a twist to the ending. :)

Sethham said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:25 am
Sethham, Wichita, Kansas
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This is a really good story and i liked alot, it add somthing you dont expect at the end. Its touches you with the plot twist at the end and i think the story is well rounded.

HoneMonk said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:25 am
This story does not make you want to keep reading at the the start It. was all bland and boring but, if you keep on reading you can tell it gets more suspensful, And thilling. This was a good story. Just not the kind that would keep me interested. (Keep Writing there is always room to inprove). -_-

jayala81 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:22 am
I liked the article.Keep up the great work

ezio14 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:20 am
very electrifying keeps your attention well written should be a book

on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:20 am
This was amazing, and creep u must b a very different person with a unique personalty. I love the story so much I wish they would use it for like an csi episode or something

sk8er23 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:19 am
This was amazing, a young dued gots skills with his imagination like i have skills with a board!!!!!!!!!!

jdude12 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:19 am
the story was very interesting. it was ironic that a killer got killed by the homeowner/

shortgirl said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:18 am
I thought this story was a clever short story with great vocabulary and nice description. I also thought that the climax of the story was choppy I felt like there should have been more to it but other than that keep up the good work.

jazmin17 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:18 am
Your story was very good, you had a great way of keeping me into the story and not getting bored. You could have added a little bit more after the murder responed "because they were home."

Matthew24 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:15 am
This story really had me entertained and i was very pleased with the writing! This was well written and had a good twist at the end.

ivonee_r said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:13 am
great writing skills, this story is great!

ME99 said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:12 am
I think this story was great, but i think it needed a better ending. Also I love the details in the story.

hiiii said...
on Feb. 19 2014 at 9:11 am
I really enjoyed the story. Thanks for sharing, it was really good

Dancetron said...
on Feb. 2 2014 at 7:02 pm
Dancetron, C, California
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Favorite Quote:
"A teen is the hardest person to understand.They are treated like children and yet are expected to act like adults."

Great Job Keep Writing:)