Revenge. Wish. Death. These first three words entered me the instant the man put me in his pocket. His thumb rubbed against my elaborately designed handle. His body tensed as he moved forward. Although I had no eyes, I could sense that we were in a large building. The man, a thief, slowly took me out of his pocket as he entered a dimly lit but mostly furnished room. I felt excited and nervous, that man's energy pouring into me. The only other person in the room was a richly dressed man lounging on a red velvet sofa. The man grabbed me tighter, started a conversation with the rich man, and then argued. Finally the thief lunged at the man and plunged my sharp blade into his chest, while he screamed in pain. Frightened, the robber flew out of the house and left me in the room. Soon the authorities arrived. They inspected, searched, snooped and put me in an evidence bag. It was constricting, uncomfortable and limiting. The police continued to search the building as they took me to a laboratory. During the night I noticed someone in the room rustling around. The noise got louder and louder and finally came right next to me. Annoyingly, the plastic obstructed my senses, so I couldn't identify the person. Then my bag was untied. He was my owner! The thief. He let me out of the bag and exited the lab through a window. It was dark and cloudy outside; I felt the cold air rush over me as my owner ran away from the building. I was once again full of excitement. What will my owner accomplish next? I was hoping it would be something equally exciting. The man slowed as we reached the edge of a cliff that headed out to sea. There was no one else around except us. What was my owner planning? He... middle of paper... bothered him. The thief saw me on the ground and grabbed me, becoming defensive. The thief lunged at my owner and they wrestled on the ground. My owner's wife and daughters huddled in a corner, watching in horror. The thief struck at my owner's throat, but he grabbed his hand just before I cut him. I desperately tried to go in the opposite direction, I screamed in my body with all my might. Then I felt the thief's strength loosen, my master's strength grow stronger. And suddenly my blade swerved in the opposite direction and stabbed the man in the belly. My owner's family rushed over, hugged him and cried. Two men ran up, alerted by the noise. They helped lift the thief's body and carried him outside. My master returned and picked me up, wiped the blood from my blade, then placed me back on the table. He patted the doorknob and whispered, “Thank you, my friend.”