Step Forward And Stanley example essay topic
450 words
Lesson 2 Step 9 Stanley von Herschaur was robbed. People are going to die. Stanley was one pissed off customer to have been screwed like this by the stamp-collecting community. Maybe just the people that he had spoken to, clearly not everyone deserved 'death', maybe just deserved a hell of a beating. He knows what will happen, today he's drunk off his ass, tomorrow he's a committed revolutionary ready to bring about another Holocaust. Stanley was happy about one thing when the darkness enveloped his soul into a lust for vengeance, he whispered to the open bottle of Johnny Walker, ... 'someone's gonna get it'. The hangover punched him in the face that morning, the name of the man who had hired thieve's to raid the house flashed up to him, like a bullet delivered to the back of his dizzy head. Rosenberg. A greedy swindler with a devilish face. Yitzvah. An old humpback with beady little eyes. Yitzvah Rosenberg!!
The man he had spoken to once before, the one so greedy to clutch for Stanley's fortune that he offered thirty-five hundred dollars for the Austrian Red Mercury, the single most expensive stamp in Stanley's collection that was worth about ninety-three hundred dollars. Stanley stumbled around. He walked up to the closet, slid it's doors open and dropped to his knees. The wooden floor board could be displaced. He clawed at the floor for a minute until he discovered the board that was split in two pieces, removing it gave way to the steel lever that was installed to open the secret cabinet behind the clothes rack. He did it, got up to his feet and pushed the clothe's hangers aside and threw both arms forward as if to receive Christ's mercy right there and then.
Stanley made his way outside. All dressed up, the trench coat concealed the boom-stick he held underneath. He knew where to go now. Yitzvah sat at his desk looking through his newly acquired fortune. Suddenly the door was pushed open and Stanley walked through. The trench coat now hung loose on his shoulders, Stanley's arms drew up 90 degrees to clearly reveal a sleek black Mossberg 12 ga. shotgun.
A realistic instant of being physically harmed, Yitzvah made no attempt to hide. Stanley took two steps forward, the load of shotgun buck-shot retribution dispersed and smashed into Yitzvah's chest with the force of a sledgehammer. Another step forward and Stanley would " ve been standing over the Austrian Red Mercury, but that wasn't what he had come for..
