Last Chance 3

Oh, how I hated that kid! As more and more time passed, the more and more I hated him. Finally, I went to the cops and reported him. The cops didn't do a damned thing. They explained to me that my sister, Janice, was a junkie who enjoyed rough sex. I just could not believe what I heard! Each day, I grew darker and darker until I imagined going into the house of the young man and murdering him over and over again. I would try to walk as to make no noise, and go up to the young man and shoot him dead in the head, shoot him dead in the head, and shoot him dead in the head. I would copy a key to his house and be like a shadow, moving stealthily so no one would see me. It would be done in complete quiet, in the dark of the night, where no one could see a thing. I would have the eyes of the spirit hawk, who would help me commit my act of vengeance.

-We're almost there.

Her voice was old and soothing. It was nice to hear a human voice. His voice was like that of a demon, laughing maliciously at me and always putting me down with curses and slurs. Finally, finally, one night, I got up and did exactly what I was meant to do. I shot him right between the eyes. The blood flowed down like a river from his forehead. Then I fell down and blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I was in the middle of a field with the gun in my hand. It was day. I heard the dogs and I could see the cops with their guns pointed at me. 

-Let's go in.

Janice led me in. It was a nice, small, simple house. Jim wanted to ask her some questions, but he couldn't think of any.

-We can start to use your money?

-What money?

-The money you took from that young man you murdered.

-The money actually exists?

-$550,000.

THE END