My skill had been weaker after all. The rubber band I discharged missed the mark, and fell in vain. The insect on the wall still kept its head high after taking a quick little walk. However, the day went against him because I had infinite bullets. Then, before I knew it, I stretched out for the second rubber band. "Another one, another one." I was itching to shoot down it badly in the course of the repeated attempts. "Another one, another one." The shot hit the mark at last and the insect's wings scattered when I got rapidly into high spirits.
I can not be so persistent usually. It was strange also the wound has not hurt. Otherwise, the acute pain would have forbidden me to take the box of rubber bands. It might have been more natural however to think the anesthetic has worked. It might have been a small killing. However, it must have been a catalyst to break the brake in my mind. Odious desire was beginning to grow up then.
I looked for a white box with dials suddenly. I did not necessarily have some intentions. I remembered having seen in movie or television such a box on a tall stand, but the device was not found. Apart from the office desk with the box of rubber bands and a swivel chair, an upholstered wooden chair alone caught my eye. Neither the doctor nor the nurse has come back yet. I headed for Birdie's room, impelled by a feeling.
The doctor's white coat was soaked in blood. His bared breast had a crown-shaped scooped part that was full of blood as well as muddy substance like a vomit. The nurse's ribs were exposed. She was lying on her back while her lower body has turned the hips upward. A bunch of strings with many knots smeared with blood was connecting both bodies barely. Another nurse was sitting with her back against the wall. Her eyes were rolled back. The lower half of the body wasn't in the place that should have had it. The blood flowing there leaped intermittently. Birdie had disappeared.
A round signboard marking "EXIT" was in the stair landing. However, the arrow would not tell where I should go after having gone down the stairs; toward the left, the right, or downstairs. The end of blackish square bar supporting the signboard had been inserted into the concrete block being a foundation. The oval hole had filled cement to attach the bar. The block had lost one-third so that only two oval holes remained. Another hole lacked cement of being full. The note on the hollow saying "Do not open an ashtray here" had been tied to the bar. It was likely the signboard originally placed on the foot of the stairs so that you can see the floor has an exit. It may have been moved to make the passage when they brought a device in.
With half an eye I saw a small black shadow as I passed a lighting in the hallway. The shadow spread dully, hesitated for a while, and became indistinguishable in the semidarkness trying to edge up in my few steps. What was the black lump? I went back to the point slowly with conviction.
The crow was still. The way it closed eyelids was not tight nor loose. Sprinkle of lights like scales fell to the body. I looked at the eyelid having a gloss along the roundness. I never doubted the eyelid closed. In fact, isn't it open? It looked such. I left there under the lighting without seeing it.
