• I stepped forward slowly, making sure I wasn't making any noise. I didn't know where the creaky boards were. I made my way across the hall, in front of a closed door. The sign on the door said
    "Danger! Stay Out!".
    I almost chuckled, because this was something a 10-year-old would have in his room, not a junior in high school. I grabbed the handle ever so gently, and sqeezed. I turned it to the right, trying to imagine this any other way. I pushed the wooden door further and further until finally, it was open enough for me to slip into the bedroom. I stood straight up as I walked into the bedroom of Cole F. Miller. I flipped the knife in my hand around, so that it was facing outward from the back of my fist. I stood next to the bed, pulled my arm up, and stopped. I just stood there. I almost dropped the knife and ran, but no. I was frozen in that spot. I couldn't move... Until my body thrust forward over the bed. The bedroom light flickered on and out the window I went, listening to the scream of the mother who had just saved Cole's life. She had walked in just before I stabbed in. But how could she have known? I was dead silent and I cleaned my tracks well. Whatever the reason, Cole Miller would live another day. I would have to kill him some other way, out in the open. I needed something quick, longrange, and quiet. But what? I found my answer in an ad found in the local newspaper that was lying on the curb of the street. I sat down, picked it up, and began reading. I flipped to the back and saw a very interesting advertisment.
    "Pasadena Pawn and gun store: Now selling silencers!"
    This I chuckled about, not being in the house of a soon-to-be-dead teenager. I changed my smile to a frown and began the long walk back to my apartment. I checked my watch:
    1:32 AM
    "Wow."
    I said aloud.
    "It's already morning."