Assault

Four lit candles lay sprawled about my room, illuminating my space gently but enough to be comfortably aware. My book sits firmly between my hands, my eyes scanning each word to decipher coded meanings behind them, I flip from one page to the next while the scent of the pages wafts into my nose. It's quiet except for the trickling of the water in the fish tanks. Ah, a nice calm night...

BOOM! The door rushes open, splinters handing from it's mangled edge.

"On the ground!" I hear a voice yell as I swiftly pull my eyes up from my words to identify a gun being aimed somewhere in the area of my skull.

I drop my book, trying to remember where the closest of my many hidden weapons is. Think, think, think...

"Please, I'll give you anything you want. I haven't even seen your face so I can't identify you." I'm stalling for time while my brain racks through my hiding places.

Eureka! I remember.

"Is that right? Anything? Well how about a little of th-" his words now hang on his lips, his hand falling off of my chest, as he has stepped to close. I reveal the Bowie knife I just pulled from under my mattress as it slips into his abdomen, I angle it up and push deeper, feeling the blood grove do it's job and my knife slide right into his heart.

"How about no?" I quietly reply as I quickly remove my blade to let his body hemorrhage it's very center. He drops to the floor and soon after comes a puddle of blood lying underneath him. I take my blade and go wash it off as well as my hands. Sliding it back into it's sheath I sit down and finish my paragraph before picking up my phone to call the police.