fury
Every morning the same thing: that if I fixed my room, if I made the bed, if anything was plea ... enough to get my attention.
After breakfast, unbearable. The only perceptible sounds were the rustle of sheets of newspaper, or the clink of the coffee spoon trying to dissolve the sugar.
The happy moment: the food. Sitting in the shade of a tree on the lawn, and my girl next door. Even when surrounded by people, and in the middle of campus, was fantastic.
name is Eloise. Heloise, what more poetic name. It is pretty and intelligent. My snap. What is the reason with me, why I chose? I'm afraid to ask openly.
One Sunday we took a break from the city. The day was, and walked barefoot on the beach. The sun's rays caressing us, spoiled and invited us to talk calmly. She had her problems at home, I had mine. And evening passed very happy.
Back in the late afternoon, again more of the same: make up your room, study, set the table for dinner ... always the same.
One night I received a call from Heloise, was upset, nervous and crying. Do not ask. I left the house like a breath without saying anything, without any explanation. Heard criticisms and complaints behind me. When I got home from Heloise found the unexpected.
opened the door wearing tattered clothing, dents on the face and blood, much blood. I hugged her trying to calm her, but sobbing, said: "It's there." I went into the room and saw him face down with a broken head "But what have you done?" I whispered.
Huddled on the floor and crying, told me: his stepfather was drunk, and attempted to rape her. In the struggle he managed to escape and grab something to defend. Without thinking, a survival instinct, hit him repeatedly until he collapsed. Falling saw the blood, he panicked and tried to revive him, but he was dead.
asked if he had called his mother, who was in his grandmother's house, and got no response, so I went to the bathroom in search of a towel to wipe the blood, and found something scary. With half his body in the bathtub, the other half out, was the mother of Heloise. I approached and saw that she was dead. She had been strangled. Horrified, I went to the salon, was a bundle of nerves, and saw Heloise imagine ever see. Her blond hair hanging down across his shoulders and half his face, his perfect figure, flirtatious and sexy. Smiley called me gently: see, baby. Come, my love.
was more than a fatal attraction. It was hypnotic, love, seduction and pain. Much pain to notice how my body entered the sharp blade of the knife ...
- One moment, trunk! But what are you playing? I am the Prota, man And you happen to kill me, do you smoke?
"Sorry What?
- As it is clear! You change the course of history. She can not kill the Prota Do you understand?
"See what you think about this.
was the most fatal attractions. At the time he wanted to nail the knife, my great training disarmed. My gentleman stopped me from killing her, and gave to the police with a note saying "Here is, hands tied, a jewel. The two bodies are of his own, as demonstrated by scientific evidence. 009 Sincerely, licensed for all "
- Okay, trunk! But what are you doing? No, not the delete key!
The doctor, sitting quietly sucked his pipe as he listened to his patient.
"Since I deleted from my computer that novel, every time I try start over, appears to me again and again the same character wants to be creative! What do I do, doctor?
- What tried to kill him?
"Yes, but resurface. I do not know what I can do.
the doctor removes the pipe from his mouth said:
"Well, give me the role of Prota, trunk.