by Ivan Remaj

Created on: August 11, 2011   Last Updated: August 16, 2011

Thunder raged through the falling rain. Every god up there was crying in anger because they were helpless. This dreaded night was a perfect stage for most vicious crime that was happening. Math Lambert was tying little Justin to a chair in an empty warehouse. For year's he dreamed of this moment. "You know that your father Bill killed mine with this blade. Self defense, my ass."Math whispered in Justin's ear. "He was killed by your father's hand."Math suddenly screamed in his titanic rage. "But now we will be even by this blade."

He raised the knife above his hand and a huge bolt of lightning flashed in that moment followed by an eerie thunder that ripped the skies apart. Justin couldn't stop his cries. Knife came down and Justin closed his eyes, then he felt blinding pain and then it was over. This scared little boy had his heart stopped, his head fell down on his chest touching the knife with his nose. Tears stopped falling from his eyes but rain replaced them. Math could hear heavy rain and was overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment. He took the knife from Justin's chest, called the police and went home.

Two day's latter funeral was held. Bill and his wife were crying and their tear's were lost in the heavy rain. Nobody was able to talk. Math Lambert was standing by a tree few dozen feet from this woe filled event. When it was all over he came to Bill, expressed his condolences and said to Bill:" People say that rain at the funeral is a sign that Earth is crying for a good soul." Bill let out a sorrowful moan. Math left.

With every step his smile was getting heavier and his soul louder. At the gate he realized he lost his serenity and was filled with horror of guilt that led him into a bar. He got drunk. Walking out of the bar he went to the grave. He sat there, took that knife from his coat,. Skies were ethereally clear. "Well, it seems no one is gonna cry for evil." he said and then he plunged the cursed blade in his chest. His blood mixed with Justin's and his father's dried blood, his eyes locked onto the skies with hope and his body relaxed onto the earth that buried his crime. 

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