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Date Posted: 05:26:35 03/09/01 Fri
Author: Sirod Nayrb
Subject: Three pointers (No.7)

He keeps holding his gun, and points to my chest. That's far enough to let the bullet go through my heart.

"You are perplexed, aren't you?"
"......"

That's between true and false, man and woman, push and pull, love and hate....all those opposition fulfillng his mind.
I sit down, and light my cigeratte in order to relax myself.
The smoke came from my mouth to the atmosphere between me and him. Through the smoke, he looks so pity. Like a puppy laying a piece of wood on the sea.

"You know you can go, but actually you can't. You know I clearly know what you think , what you gonna do, what you can do. But you have no idea what you have to do."
"......"
"So, ask me. Ask me what you should do."
"......"
"Say!! Say it!!!!!!!!!"
"......I..."
"What?"
"I know what I should do."
"You think you should fire to me?"
"Bang!!"
He did what he think.
"I don't want to hurt you, Mr.Paterson, but you hurt me, my old man and my mind."
"I hurt your old man. How?"
"That's what I want to know, that's why I'm here."
The blood split out from my shoulder, through the arm to my palm.
"I've been hurted like this before, it's painful, isn't it?"
"It is."
"But you never experience the impact from death!!!"
"Bang!!!" He fire again.
"You......'re.... torturing me. How can you do this to an old man......"

Two shots. I can't put up my hands again after this two shots.

"Torture? If you are me, you won't care about this."
"...your...old man."
"Of course!! I'll think about my old man only."
"Why.....why....don't you open the box first?"
"I need your tear, huh?!"
"...su..re.."
He takes a key from his coat, and tries to open the box.
"That's won't work."

He opens the box, and picks up a photo from it.
"But it works this time, Mr.Paterson."
"........" Everything is and will out of my expectation.
"How many times you have watched this photo? Or, you gonna tell me you never see that? Huh?!!!"

"Bang" Another shot to me.

I can't recongize whether it's bullet or nail.
Jesus have been put nine nails in his body, and now I got three.

Ha,will I die and reborn ?

(...to be continued...)

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