As anyone in this situation will do, so he too kept his mouth closed, not even letting his breath disturb the environment. And silently watched all the process by peeking through the torned off cover of the sofa. After ten minutes of contemplating, he thought to himself, "It's now or never, I have to take action or he may die. I can't let my indecision and fear affect my plan". He held his breath and slowly crept forward towards the light source. He looked to his left and right out of caution to see all kinds of tools and junks kept there: some old TV, Gardening Tools, logs and rubbish and all. The room was much spacious than the upper storeroom, contrary to what he thought before. But its environment was a little much stifling because of the room's negligible amount of ventilation.
He was halfway to the spot where a man was roughly breathing and digging up the ground. He looked at it and realized that he was going to finish his job soon. The hole had size where it could easily fit a coffin. He moved his eyes from the hole to the 6*5 ft, large chest. The dark crimson liquid with the hint of dryness soaked the ground near the large chest. That liquid was undoubtedly blood. His heart was pounding inside his chest as mixtures of feelings kept rushing inside his head. His fingers were shaking due to fear, grief, anger and disgust. He wanted to scream but couldn't, as there was a life to save- the life of his son. So he killed his fear, tightened his fist and kept on moving forward. There was an uncommon emotion taking its root in his heart, anger or it would be more apt to say rage. The man digging up the hole did not know that he was soon going to die soon and. He was busy doing his work in ignorance, believing in himself, a devilish smile on his fat face. His bald head reflecting the little light of the lantern he kept beside him. There was dried blood all across his clothes and face alike painting him black and red.
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The intruder focused on back of the devil of a man; he dragged up his pants up to the knee and removed the kitchen knife which was strapped on between his knee and ankle. He tried to come as close as possible to minimize any mistakes done, as he was dealing with the man who was as sly as a fox and was as calculating as him. "This is it!" He shouted inside of his mind to give himself courage and jumped on the back of the man! There was a loud thud and sound of groaning. The man lost his sense of direction because of pain. The man was disoriented for a good deal of 10 seconds and then came back to his senses. As his brain started to work again, extreme pain came rushing from his head, right elbow, and chest. He adjusted his vision, which was blurry because of the impact, and looks down his throat. He tried to think of the way through which he could be saved. Just as he was formulating plans inside his head, he felt wetness on his neck where the knife was pressed. Despite his pain, he smiled and said in a morbidly cheerful voice, "Mr. Mateo Morales, son of Joseph Morales, my precious son…. In… law, you should have come from the front door it's not like I didn't know you". Being called son-in-law by this man made him disgusted. He spat on the ground. He replied to Eric in a venomous tone, "Stop this nonsense Doc, you know what I have come for?". Eric found this too funny to control his laughter, so he laughed… he laughed like a maniac. A low growl of thunder in the background. After some time, he calmed down and asked Mateo, "Oh... you love her? I see, well um your wife is in that box over there… He he he" There was madness in his eyes which wasn't normal, it was as if he had everything in his hand. Mateo's mind went blank for a moment. He tightened his left hand around the arms of Dr. Eric and said threateningly "Even god can't save you for the sin you have done".