Revenge Part 2/2

Tonight was is the night that Silas would pay for the death of his father. Oliver waited behind the pillar, patiently. These were lawless days and he felt justified in taking vengeance. Yet, he remembered these words from Sunday school: “If a man strikes thee on one cheek, offer him the other too.”
No! That would be crazy, as if it meant that he was offering himself to manslaughter. He brushed the thought aside; he too would remember the word of a dying father.
He heard footsteps approaching. Clutching his knife tighter, he peeped. It was his enemy all right, hurrying along. As Silas walked past the pillar, Oliver grabbed him and pushed him down to the ground.
Kneeling astride him, he raised his weapon to strike. He could almost anticipate the blood rushing out and feel the satisfaction as it flowed. But As he was about to plunge the knife in, what he saw as he peered looked into Silas’s bloodshot eyes was not that of and saw not an enemy but a fellow human being.  One whose soul was tortured by a guilty conscience - a victim of the bottle. and who was a victim of drink.
Oliver saw fear and bewilderment in those eyes. He realized that it was the drinking that had been his narcotic solace for his crime. been the means through which Silas had tried to forget the crime.
Slowly Oliver rose. He put the blade of his knife under his right shoe and levered the handle up so until it broke. Silas watched him and trying to mouthed his out a thank you. o terrified had he been that he could not speak his words out. in midst of his terror.

Oliver went away, thankful with having for a lesson well learnt in time that his no life was not his to take.

Excellent story and lesson.  If KevinMason is your teacher.  He must be extremely proud of you!  I am not correcting your story, just editing it to give it flair and excitement.  Well done.