Eye For Alaska Monologue

An Eye for an Eye
This was something ought to do… Something that had to be done. There was no other lucid reason for my resurgence; as a spirit in the doll of my callous assassin’s daughter. Due to the juvenile fault of the colonel, my innocent family was killed; Hence, it was certain that I would not lose this glorious chance laid right in front of cursed blood-thirsty eyes. The colonel and the surrounding people must pay for his doings, and I could not have been more maliciously intrigued as to where this twisted adventure would lead me.
“One-day Charlotte Sophia’s father, was ordered to Africa”. Later that night, unable to drift to sleep, the colonels’’ wife had been in her bed. Staring long at the window curtains that were parted so slightly,
During this time, Charlotte Sophia had been sold to a drunken brut. Though I loved the ultimate doom of this family, I could not possibly find satisfaction in leaving the daughter with a drunken brute. That night, I had planned to slay her, however, the drunken fiend infuriatingly appeared to be incessantly around Sophia, hence, whoever, came in between my imperative revenge needed to be wiped out first. Walking back from the pub, the half lit alley he was walking was extremely dubious, it was suddenly raining in torrents; the thick blackened clouds were dragged down by the heavy rain however, though fully intoxicated, the man desperately peered through the rain looking for shelter. At least he seemed to be the only one out here on such a dreadful beautiful night; heart pounding, his panicked breath like thunder in the silent alleyway, lungs on fire. Adrenaline almost bursting through his skin, eyes wide with fear, screams locked in his throat. He hears my sturdy wooden stride; gradually increasing my pace. Tk.., tk,.TK,TK,TK!. My eyes watched him the way a tiger watched a bunny, his head bobs backwards. His scream squeaks through his scorched throat. His eyes held mine and in those fractions of seconds he was there and then gone. Snatching at the air, he begs it to help him keep his balance, however, his legs were wax. My face looms over his, pushing him in to the brink of insanity. His body numbs. Blackness. The colonel and the people around him must pay for his doings.
Since the colonel, was still absented, the last remaining person, was Charlotte Sophia. The colonel’s most precious daughter. The utmost foundation of his love, trust and security lies in this girl. Strewn across her bedroom were all her belongings; blankets shredded, dents in her minimal possessions, bits pulled off other