OUR REVENGE WILL BE SWIFT AND PAINFUL!!!Mr. Google said:snip
naaah, its OK man, i would have done something else before resorting to kill them, like capturing them and selling them or finding them a home or something
and yes, i have killed stuff close range
the closest was a rabid dog that attacked me and i only had my pocket knife, but since i was really really fearing for my life i hold no sentiments against the animal, it was a dark street past 11 pm, I was coming back from a friends house in my bike when this thing jumped from a corner and knocked me down, he bit me but as i was wearing a baggy jacket it just got the jacket, i noticed the foam in his mouth and the viciousness in his attacks and slapped him hard in the side of the head to make him release me, but he wouldn't budge, we struggled for a minute or so, no one was around, so I went for the pocket knife in my jeans, and stabbed the animal in the neck, i heard a whimper and a growl, he still wouldn't budge and tried to bite deeper, but i managed to move my arm so he just grabbed the jacket again, so i stabbed him again... i heard a second whimper and the dog suddenly released me, walked hurt for a few seconds and dropped in the sidewalk, i stood up, got near him and he was still breathing, as i had no means of picking him up (i was 14 at the time and had no cellphone) i just pet his head he stared at me and growled i stayed there "shhhh shhhh shhhh" until he stopped breathing
and no one came trough that street the whole time i was there... really odd
i picked my bike and headed home, they got really alarmed when they saw me covered in blood and with my jacket torn, after explaining everyone looked at me as if i was crazy or something... my dad asked for my knife and told me "ill be keeping this from now on, and you cant go out this late at night"
my mom asked me if i was ok, "yeah i´m fine", "you just killed a dog with a knife!"
i looked at her for a few seconds and told her "what was i supposed to do? let him kill me?"
"you could have kicked him hard or scared him away!"
"IT WAS A HUGE DOG! I WAS ON THE FLOOR!!!"
"ok, i´m just concerned for your well being"
and I was sent to therapy... the therapist was alarmed that i had a knife at all, but after a few sessions she assured my parents I wasn´t an aggressive kid
the knife i had was something like this
