Revenge. Desire. Death. Those first three words entered me the moment the man grabbed me in his pocket. His thumb rubbed against my ornately designed hilt. His body was tense as he moved forward. Even though I didn't have eyes, I felt like we were in a big building. The man, a thief, slowly took me out of his pocket as he entered a dimly lit but amply furnished room. I felt excited and nervous, the man's energy flowing through me. The only other person in the room was a richly dressed man lounging on a red velvet couch. The man hugged me tighter, started a conversation with the rich man, then got into an argument. Finally, the thief lunged at the man and plunged my sharp blade into his chest, while he screamed in agony. Frightened, the thief flew out of the house and left me in the room. Soon the authorities arrived. They inspected, searched and searched, and put me in an evidence bag. It was restrictive, uncomfortable and confining. The police continued to search the building while they took me to a laboratory. During the night, I detected someone in the room rustling. The noise got louder and louder, and eventually it was right next to me. Unfortunately, the plastic obstructed my senses so I couldn't identify the person. Then my bag came loose. He was my owner! The thief. He took me out of the bag and out of the lab through a window. It was dark and murky outside; I felt the cold air rush over me as my owner walked away from the building. I was once again filled with enthusiasm. What would my owner accomplish next? I was hoping it would be something as exciting. The man slowed down as we reached the edge of a cliff that headed towards the sea. There was no one there but us. What was my landlord planning? He... middle of paper... attacked him. The thief saw me on the ground and grabbed me, standing defensively. The thief lunged at my owner and they struggled on the ground. My landlord's wife and daughters crowded into a corner and watched in horror. The thief whipped my owner's throat, but he caught the thief's hand just before I cut him. I desperately tried to go the other way, I screamed into my body with all my might. Then I felt the thief's strength weaken, my owner's strength growing stronger. And suddenly my blade swerved the other way and stabbed the man in the stomach. My owner's family rushed over, hugged him and cried. Two men rushed in, alerted by the noise. They helped lift the thief's body and carried him outside. My master came back and picked me up, wiped the blood off my blade, then set me back on the table. He patted my handle and whispered, “Thank you, my friend..”