Into The Eyes of a Killer [COMPLETED]

Entry 7 (September 26, 2012)

    That made me very, very mad. Blaze walked up to me. She took off her mask and said, "That is true, but you cannot fill in the holes in your heart with more hatred. Just look at them, they are as scared as you must have been."
    "They didn't show me mercy. Why shouldn't I do the same?" I asked her. Blaze turned to look at my parent's frightened faces. When they saw her, they gasped.
    "What?" Blaze asked them curiously. They shook their heads. I advanced on them.
    "She asked you a question," I told them. They kept quiet. "ANSWER!"
    "Alright, alright," my dad said.
    "We...killed...your...parents."
    He said it very slowly. Blaze and I froze on the spot. Was he lying? Why would he lie about that? Wait, he knew Blaze's real name, so he had to have been telling the truth.
    "Now you see my point, Blaze," I said. "These things are no good to the world and they deserve to die."
    I tightened my grip on the knife. Blaze put one hand on my shoulder with her mask in the other.
    "No they don't."
    I turned to face her. "They killed your parents, Blaze! They brought you pain! How could you show them any sympathy for that?"
    "Killing them is not going to bring back my family."
    "But won't it feel great knowing that you avenged their death?"
    "If I kill them, that is not avenging my parents' deaths. It would be killing people in cold blood!"
    I walked toward my parents, knife still in my hand, but it was quivering at the sound of Blaze's voice.
    "Just put the knife down, Thief."
    "They caused me pain! They need to feel how I felt under their reign of terror. If you meant what you said and you aren't going to help, then just step back."
    Blaze quickly took out her knife and pointed it at me. She said,
    "Put the knife down. You are better than this."
    "I'm sorry, Blaze," I said and quickly cut the side of her wrist. She dropped the knife and her mask. Blaze held her arm to her chest, blood dripping down her dress, breathing heavily. "Get in the corner with them so I can watch you carefully."
    Blaze's eyes widened even more, if that was even possible, and slowly walked over there.
    "Think about what you're doing, Thief," Blaze said in a calming voice that made my knife shake even more. I shook my head at that.
    "I have for the past 14 years." I quickly bent down to pick up Blaze's knife so I had one in each hand. "Now it is time."
    I lunged at my parents, knives out. I felt the cut of the blade against skin in both hands.