Revenge Part 1/2

The blade suddenly caught the light of the lamp and glittered. The edge was sharp, very sharp. It had once cut vegetables and meat; it would soon slice through a man’s flesh.

“Wrong, wrong,” warned his conscience. But another voice urged him, “Right, right!” as he banged his fist against the pillar. His hair was tousled; and his eyes sunken and bloodshot from lack of sleep. He was raging with anger and fear. He knew that the this mixed feeling was hate. Strong hatred for his father’s murderer.

Painfully, Oliver recalled how his father had died a week ago. He had just come into his bedroom when he heard his father talking with someone on the porch.

At first their voices were indistinct but as Oliver approached the window, what he heard this: “I'vehave come to avenge the death of my parents.”

His father had replied, “I’m not answerable for the sins of my grandfather.”

“Maybe not,” the other voice said, “but I will obey the words of a dying father, and revenge is sweet.” Then the fatal shot cracked and shattered the silence of the night.

Oliver rushed downstairs and knelt beside his father, who struggled to say, “It was Silas who did this. He killed my father, now he’s got me. Get him before he gets you, my son.”

Oh, how Oliver hated Silas! For a week he observed his movements. He knew that Silas would now be on his way to the bar and some two and three hours later, he would walk home alone through an unlit and deserted back alley.

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