Knife From His Eye example essay topic

Quietly walking behind him in a dark alley, I could see him stalk a young schoolgirl. I didn't want my presence to be known. I could see him, fallowing her closely to her house. Right when she opened the front door of her house, he jumped towards her, and pushed her into the house, bolting the door behind him. My suspicions became clear. I knew what had to be done.

I broke down the door, and grabbed a nearby coat hanger. (here) Scanning the room, I couldn't see anything strange. Making my way around the house, I could faintly hear a muffled scream from upstairs. I ran up, knocking down a vase on accident. (Freaking coat hanger) Breaking down another door (my foot started to hurt after this one) I could see him desperately trying to part her legs. I threw the coat hanger at him, hitting him right in the head.

The impact threw him down to the floor, giving her a chance to get out of the room. It was just between us two now. He removed a knife from its sheath, and pointed it at me. I wasn't really ready for this, but I searched my pockets and I found a... lighter. This is going great I thought to myself. He jumped at me, slicing me in the arm.

My wound was bleeding very badly, and my arm began to numb. He jumped at me once again, but this time, I grabbed him by the arm and hit him at the elbow. His arm made a sharp cracking noise, and he screamed in pain. I kicked his knee, and another crack noise could be heard. At least now he won't be jumping at me anymore. I pinned him to the floor, and with a flick of my wrist, lighted the lighter.

Pointing it towards his eye, I could see his eye slowly deplete its moisture, and in a few seconds, it was nothing more than a raisin. He struck at me again with his left arm, and hit me right below the eye. I fell back at the attack, and he was quickly on top of me, knife at my throat. I burned his other eye and he rolled back with his hand over his eye.

I could already see that his eye was beginning to turn gray from the heat. He threw the knife at me, and I kicked it away. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a 9 mm and cocked it. Fuck, I thought to myself. This was the end now, and I had no other choice but allow him to shoot me and let me die. But I wasn't going to die without a fight.

Leaping upon him, expecting the bullet to pierce my skin, I landed on him. Opening my eyes, I could see him desperately trying to pull the trigger. HAHA! I thought to myself, the chamber was empty! Smiling with delight, I vigorously began to pound on his face. He grabbed the knife once more and impaled me on the side.

Now it was my turn to scream. Blood poured out of my wound like a water fountain. I removed the knife just as he kicked me in the stomach. Flying towards the other wall, I fell down will a dull thud. Shaking my head, I stood back up. He leaped at me with his good leg, but he soon found himself over my head.

I tossed him out the window, and I heard a sickening squish of flesh being torn apart. I looked outside and saw him impaled on a statue of liberty lawn ornament. His small intestine was hanging out by a line, and his large intestine, had green spikes coming out of it. This was the end I thought to myself, and turned around. I was proven wrong, for he was still alive. He took the gun, and pointed it at the girl who was hiding behind a bush.

Trying to find something to stop him, I grabbed the coat hanger once more and leaped out the window. The coat hanger pierced him right between the mouth as he was laughing, and splinted in his mouth. The other half of the hanger fell down on his neck with a crack, and his head was severed off of the spinal cord. I tried to stand up amidst all my pain, and began to walk away from the scene.

Silently moving under the cover of the night, I could faintly make out the figure of a man walking up to her door. He then knocked on the door, pulling out some rope and tape. I immediately began to get suspicious, so I jumped out of the tree and crouched behind a bush, silently, yet stealthily. Looking around, I saw a young girl, with perfect beauty; open the door with a smile. Realizing that it was nothing, I turned around and began to walk away.

It was then that I heard a blood-curling scream. A scream that would stop anyone in his or her tracks. I did not know where it had come from, but I had a feeling it came from the house I was looking at. I began to run towards the house, jumping through the window. Once I got in, I thought that I would be ready for anything, but this caught me off guard. The man I had seen earlier had tied the girl up and was going to stab her with a knife.

This wrecked my mind because she had greeted him with such warmth. Was this some play that I did not know about? Either way, I was not taking any chances. I began to run towards the man, at full speed, delivering a full body blow towards him.

He toppled over, throwing the knife at me to counter the attack. I grabbed a nearby chair and blocked the blow. He got up, and was going to take the girl hostage. But before he could even touch her, I took the knife and threw it at him. Screaming in pain, he quit all efforts of taking the girl hostage. He was busy removing the knife from his eye.

His eye, still stuck on the knife, was pulled out of its socket and was hanging from a nerve. Taking more precautions, I picked up another knife off the table and aimed for his neck. His screams became silent the minute the knife cut his neck. The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of breaking bones, and the dull squirting sound of blood pouring out of a wound. The man started to cough out blood. First a little, then it began to run like a waterfall.

Then it fell. His Adam's apple, yellow in color, cracked in half when it hit the floor. He started to stand up to continue fighting. This amused me.

This weak pathetic man, standing up against my insane mind?! How long does this man think he will last?! I wanted to finish it. And NOW. I yanked a grenade off my shoulder and a knife from my belt. I jumped onto him, slitting his mouth open on the two sides.

I dropped the grenade down his mouth, and pulled the girl outside. Looking through the window, I could see him desperately trying to take the grenade out of his mouth. But all of his efforts were in vain. The grenade blew up like a time bomb, severing his head off of his body. Looking around, I could see the jawless head lie on the floor, with gaping eyes still locked in the position of horror. The girl is crying of fright.

I laugh at her fear. Then slowly, getting louder and louder, I laugh insanely to nothing but myself. Walking quietly behind her, I made sure my presence was unknown. Fallowing her into the living room, I looked at the way she flung her hair back to reveal her beautiful face.

This will be over in a moment I thought to myself. Pushing the sniper up to shoulder level, I aimed through the scope. Pondering where I should hit her, I aimed for her head. Loading the bullet into its chamber, I aimed once again. I hesitated... and then I pulled the trigger. The butt of the gun popped up onto my shoulder redirecting my aim.

Instead of where I had aimed, I hit her right between the eyes. A horrible e scream was let out as her blood squirted onto the snow-white wall around her. She staggered... And fell - dead. At last... I thought to myself.

I have taken my revenge. Walking slowly in the forest, I could see men shrouded by mist smoking and eating what would be their last meal. I calmed myself, and put the sniper up to shoulder level. I aimed for what seemed like the general, loaded the bullet into its chamber, and fired.

A loud noise pierced the tranquility that surrounded me. The soldiers scrambled for cover. Jumping behind bunkers, they grabbed their machine guns and pistols. Waiting for me to show myself.

But I kept myself well hidden behind a tree. Looking up, I threw a rope. And began to pull myself up towards the tree. Waiting for my next target.

I looked around, and aimed. This time, I hit a commander. The soldiers began to shrink deeper behind the bunkers. I aimed, and fired. For many hours I did this. Until their army was nothing but a few men and commanders.

Finally, I saw them stand up, and rush out of the bunkers firing their weapons. I laughed at this silly sight. And I climbed higher up the tree. A stupid soldier, stepped on a wired bomb I had set for them. A loud crack was heard, and then wires could be seen flying out of the ground. The entire forest was covered in a thick black smoke.

Activating my thermal goggles, I could see bodies lying still, body parts missing. On one particular body, the head had been blown apart and the brain could be seen still pulsing slowly... and then it was unmoving. On others, arms and legs were ripped out of joints, stomachs hanging out of position, and those who survived were screaming in pain. What an utterly well trained army I thought to myself. I got down from the tree, and began to walk back to my base for my job was done. A lone sniper, taking out a whole division.

That, would be headline news I thought to myself. Scanning the entrance, I made sure that nobody knew of my presence there. Looking up, I saw two guards standing at the front entrance. They won't be there for long I thought to myself. I put the sniper up to my shoulder level, aimed, and fired.

I looked to see if I had hit my target... falling to his knees, I knew that I had hit him. A few seconds after, I saw his partner run up to the dead body. I aimed, and fired once again. The second guard fell dead alongside of the first.

I quickly made my way to the entrance and hit my firearm inside a bush. Pulling out a pistol, I continued to head towards the designated area. My orders were to take out anything that got in my way. I did just that. Only a few minutes after I had gotten into the main building, I saw a couple of armed guards standing in front of what seemed to be a dining hall. I took two steps, and knocked on the pillar behind me.

One of the guards who had heard my noise walked over to the pillar. When I saw his face, I pointed the muzzle of my pistol against his forehead and fired. He fell backwards and stared lifelessly. I removed his m-16 and aimed for his colleague. Waiting silently, he walked... walked... walked... and he stopped - looked at me, and fell.

Continuing my storm I walked into the dining room with both m-16's drawn. The guests stared at me, and began to ran towards the exit. I fired the rifles - men and women fell down dead. More guards ran out, and I continued my onslaught.

I dove behind an overturned table, and reloaded. Waiting for a perfect moment to strike back, I stayed there. Then out of nowhere, one of the guards jumped over the table and pointed the gun at me. Without hesitating, I kicked his knee and took a knife from the table - cutting the vein on his neck open. He screamed, and the bubbling of blood could be heard in his screams. More guards came with their guns drawn returning fire.

I took out two grenades, removed the pin, and hurled it towards the guard. Two loud explosions and a series of screams could be heard. Using the table as cover, I picked it up and ran towards the entrance. One of the men came behind me with a knife.

I spin, hooked my leg around his neck, and twisted. A loud crack could be heard, and he fell down with blood oozing out of his mouth. I took his knife and threw it like a spear at another guard. Hitting him straight in the eye, it fell down - with the nerve still attached. The guard kneeled down, and I shot him in the head. Silence fallowed the events.

I smiled, and walked down the dining room. A guard with a flame-thrower was waiting for me. I jumped back just as he pulled the trigger. I dodged to the left, then I hid behind a pillar. Waiting for a moment where he would be open, I stayed there.

When I heard the distant sound of his footsteps, I turned around, and aimed for the gas tank he was wearing. A loud clank of metals could be heard, and then a huge explosion. I fell to the ground - but I was okay. I stood up, and walked over to the charred-corpse. The arms and the legs were missing, and the head was disfigured. I laughed, and kept on moving.

Running along the road, I saw some Russian snipers waiting for me. I stood there, and crouched down low. I removed a flash bang, and hurled it ahead of me. I covered my eyes, and waited. A blinding white light emitted around me, and I started to run once again. I safely made it to the other side, and stood there.

Something didn't feel right. I took out a mp 5 navy, and loaded it. 30/120 - full caliber and clip. I ran down the alley, and soon enough, I found out that I was under fire from 8 men with m 2 a 9 Perra.

These guys wouldn't stop. I jumped, and fired back. Three bullets pierced my skin, and I fell. I stood up limping.

Bullets flew around me, and I dove for cover. Waiting for them to reload, I stayed in my position. I turned, and bullets flew. I quickly shrunk back into my corner. Finally, they began to reload.

I jumped out from my corner, and began to go trigger-happy. I hit some of them in the head, others in the leg. Blood and flesh flew everywhere around me. The red stains began to cover the wall, and myself. I stood up, and all 8 of them were standing there. With faces, all grimaced in the way of death.

I jumped over my bunker, and took one of the guns. I reloaded it, and grabbed all the clips of the remaining guns. I continued on with the Perra. I ran through the hallway, and looked around. I saw a parked car- with the keys still in it. I was going to sit in it, but I thought better.

I immediately began to wire the car to a bomb, so that when the engine started, the car would be blown to bits. I saw this picture in my head, and began to laugh. About ten minutes later, the job was done. I waited for someone to start the engine.

I sat there, waiting. Then click... I heard someone open the door. I stood up from my hiding spot... and waited. Rr... vs. Rr... vs. Rr - bo 0 m! The legs were still stuck in the car, but the upper-part of the body could be seen flying in the air.

The stomach fell out - and hit the floor with a thud. The body continued to move... move... move... and then the head somehow lodged itself on a spiked railing. Blood poured out of the hole, and the body was still hanging. I walked to the burning car, and smiled.