Hate Triangle I grip the knife tighter in my gloved hands,adrenaline runs through my veins.this is perfect,just what I've been waiting for,his back is to me, no one is around, and I have a knife. Besides the fear of getting caught I'm actually excited. Stealth i remind myself. I have to be stealthy or this will all be for nothing! I take another step closer to my pray. And another.i flatten against the cold brick wall as his head scans the room waiting for the girlfriend who will never arrive. My doing of coarse,my little bait to get him into my trap.he sinks into in a dusty chair checking his watch and taping his foot on the creaky wooden floor. one of the many things he does that makes my blood boil. I step closer nearly touching his neck with the blade of my knife. Does he deserve last words? No probably not. I bring my shiny knife back and in one swift motion plunge it into his back,through flesh, veins,between ribs, and if my biology teacher was right into his heart. He makes a weird gurgling sound and falls to the floor. I pull my knife from his back, it's shiny gray surface now soiled in dark red blood. He rolls over labordly and stars up at me wide eyed gurgling,terror washes over his face. I smirk at him then drive the knife into his chest and this time he stops moving. He lays perfectly still staring up at the ceiling. Now it's time for the clean up. I have spent the past few months debating ways to make sure I am not a suspect.i conceal the weapon in a plastic bag, I then take my bleach and pour it over