For You Who Do Not Look In The Eye

Chapters 17. Kill Yourself

Vicktor was carrying a long and heavy barrel gun that was a Shotgun, a Shotgun, people mention brutal weapons because one shot can take out a lot of bullets but it does not matter if you think about killing any weapons we have to kill the person even with a needle.

The house was his home Vicktor immediately shot the door nonstop, heard the cry of the little girl from inside it was Amelia. Yes, without realizing it he smiled sweetly afterwards maybe he thought it was very funny to play hide and seek in the middle of a cold night.

Not what he said it was just a joke in a moment also you will be released from the entanglement of reality to heaven without limits supposedly said he there you can ask anything, you can ask anything, that was what he thought when shooting at his house endlessly that was indeed trying to kill his own family.

Vicktor has been on the verge of insanity in a moment he will be out of time but whether that's when for sure he is almost at the limit of having moved away from reasonableness.

"So this is the end of my life? At least don't kill my sweet daughter, do you want to take something from me? Just tell me what you want, at least not my daughter's life."

that sweet word once came out of my mouth but the fact is I prefer to want to live longer, no one is really willing to sacrifice themselves for anything it is just hypocrisy.

Vicktor fails to kill himself he manages to escape using the key he gave them, at least as desperate as they still hope to live in a broken world, the point is crazy enough just to look for someone who dies hope in the heart is formed so hard. They were no more like ants in the desert.

Vicktor entered the door using his key he saw the same thing and never got bored in his eyes. The great and great universe why celestial bodies feel so pleasant when viewed well, they enjoy the flow of life and time in silence.

"Nobody is really better than that guy, he's very good at playing Billiards, the ball always comes in just as precisely as he's able to steer all the goals to reality and beat destiny."

"Which crazy person would listen to the ridiculous words on the car radio."

Right, Vicktor is now in another world he has prepared everything. Borrowing a car from his friend's workshop that's half his life relying on luck may be better than nothing. Today behind the passenger seat he was carrying a fairly long machete which he bought from the supermarket suddenly.

Not only that, he happens to be wearing a clown costume for a birthday. It might be on purpose because today is his son's birthday, to make a lively surprise is certainly nothing but to make him feel surprised.

It was a car he drove to attend his birthday party, which actually happened he didn't remember anything about it. "Bas on a lousy Dad." Vicktor attempts to speed up after himself to kill him in place of the original father so that Amelia is happy enough that her father remembers the birthday.

It's a pity that Vicktor didn't manage to catch up with him by driving suddenly, but it made him misbehave and tried to hide his car in the middle of the forest.

"Foolish of me see what he's doing? You don't even dare to fight me in a clown costume, are you traumatized by the past? The terrible enemy is yourself and therefore face me."

Vicktor sees himself entering through the back porch to the house of his neighbor Angelica who happens to be there throwing a party. From a window he sees a family that is intact and happy, meaning whether in other parts of the world people are happy together or sad together could be both not, not but they are both always everywhere.

Vicktor walked in and knocked on the door casually, then saw the homeowner open the door.

"Hey, bother everything to the point of hiring someone to celebrate. Your father did not forget it. Amelia's."

"He forgot it." In the whisper behind the clown mask.

Vicktor saw himself so panicked and cold sweat mercilessly pouring out violently, naturally it was a human soul technique to survive the unconscious. There seems to be no sign for him to reveal that Vicktor is not his hired clown.

Vicktor feels the birthday song is about to be finished and the clown profession will be over, before the mouthful gets to his mouth it would be better the next party starts soon arguably this is the closing and final party.

The newly purchased burrow is shiny and fresh, immediately removed from the back of the costume and slashing the head of the homeowner. The fountain was unusually swift unexpectedly it required little manpower to do the difficult thing.

"Taking a life is so easy, is being a life-extracting angel so easy to do every day? I'd like to register if there's a vacancy."

One more Vicktor slashed Angelica in the head, not because of the loud screams that could make a fuss but just wanted to do it, it was a great motivation to bring nightmares to everyone.

Vicktor chases after himself who runs in panic there is no way out to the afterlife deep, sanity is gone there is only an empty soul without conscience. A person's ambition can be terrible if it is not accompanied by reason and feelings. He should have known that it had plunged him into a deep darkness.

He laughs behind the clown costume seeing himself running around like chasing a cute, adorable yellow chick let alone begging him not to be killed. Man is very selfish sometimes he can make something that can impose his own will without regard to his environment as it is.

Time passed by so quickly that Vicktor was unaware of the arrival of Anthonio Gerrad. Destiny cannot change, everything will go back to the beginning.

"There is nothing you can change in the past but it will come back in the future. Don't you see what God's trials are for? To make that guy strong? Want to try to run away from it you still have a future to continue to feel the trials."

Vicktor helpless he was shot dead, his body is now perfect from the origin of his heart is lost now his soul has been lost as if sanctified using holy water directly from the essence of the soil, the essence of the soil, isn't that better than a bunch of tai.

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