eye for an eye - an eye for an eye 
The door could not knock it down, nor could try to open it by forcing the lock, Michael also would have noticed his presence. Certainly he was not home at that hour, but on his return he saw the door forced. Jason would do anything to get into the house for a trap to Michael, then came out into the street, went into the alley beside the house and went up stairs on fire. On reaching the plane in which Michael lived crept along the ledge slowly. Fear of heights, but also still had a tremendous head. Felt he had to vomit, was ill. He looked down. He began to turn his head, his vision clouded more and more, until dark. For a few moments he saw nothing and went into a trance, it felt like fall.
The sight suddenly returned, it was still there on the ledge: the images were blurred for a while ', but what most impressed him is that the colors of the landscape were different from normal, other than an instant as they were before and things had a strange consistency. We gave a lot of weight. He continued to crawl along the ledge. He had the impression that it had expanded and could move more freely and comfortably. He arrived in front of a window, that the living room. She opened it without much difficulty. He entered the room, resting his feet on the desk before the window slid up the sheets, but did not fell anything. Gliding had dropped a piece, but it took care of it immediately, he had a lot of noise falling and stood a minute in absolute silence to hear if there was someone in the house or someone who had noticed his presence, then got up and started to pick up the paper and replace it when he realized that this was already on his desk, as he had found . Suddenly a cry startled him: he felt his heart in his throat, and headache amplify the slightest noise. Cold sweating with fright, but then realized it was just the white cat Michael. He went into the kitchen to look for a knife. As he walked down the hall began to feel the taste of blood in his mouth. His steps, though delicate and muted further from the carpet looked like the pickaxe in his head. He came into the kitchen and opened the cutlery drawer: began to select the knives. While looking for a blade sharp enough, picked up a butter knife, did not pay much attention, he observed the whole range of knives in the drawer and chose a rather large roast, which lent itself to being used as a weapon, rested the knife in his hand to take that choice when he noticed with astonishment and some fear that the knife in his hand just before it was butter, but it was a blade longer than a foot, razor sharp. He watched the knife just supported 'but I thought it was a butter knife!' he thought. He picked up the knife and returned to the hallway, headed toward the entrance. She leaned against the wall behind the coat rack near the front door close with a knife in his hand. He stood motionless for several hours to wait patiently for the arrival of his victim. The view occasionally fogged but then returned.
After an indefinite time, he heard the key in the lock slip. The key turned, Jason heard only the sound of the lock, for an interminable time that seemed much longer the wait before. The lock snapped. The taste of blood increased in the mouth of Jason, who began to feel terrible pains everywhere but especially in the back. Despite everything, however he kept the knife firmly in hand. The door slowly opened. Jason was struggling stand up, the images in his mind ran in slow motion. Michael saw a foot into the room. Jason raised his hand holding the knife and threw a piercing scream, just as the door was closing, the knife fell on the shoulder of Michael penetrate deeply. He was surprised, but it seems to break down until it began to feel a terrible pain and the cold steel that was extracted before being riaffondata abdomen. Michael spat blood and fell on the ground. The pain increased and Jason all began to sway, then in turn, the view is clouded and the light faded, put his hand on the wall, but this one passed away. Nothing seemed to have consistency and he fell back on the floor. It made him very badly. The light continued to fade and the carpet had turned to asphalt, hard and hot.
closed his eyes, but felt a flashing light and a car stopped right next to him. For a moment he opened his eyes and turned his head, was in the street, lying on the ground, there were many people around him who was kept away from the police and an ambulance arrived. He closed his eyes after a few seconds. He heard voices "But what happened?" Said one. "E 'fell down from the third floor of the building. Poor thing. "Answered another. It seemed the voice of Michael. He opened his eyes for a while but the figures were too confused, he seemed to recognize a black silhouette with a hat and a cigar in his hand. A shudder ran through the back of the terror, he could not understand, in a faint voice said, "Mm-mich ... tt-tu \u200b\u200bssei dead!" A long pause, "Ch-ch-what are you doing ..." He could not finish the sentence. The voices and noises around him became more confused and weak, then nothing.
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