Memories of an Attempted Murder

I crouched silently behind the heavily sealed, large wooden box. My fingers were cramped but my eyes remained sharp and focused even in the dim lighting. The rhythmic thumping in my chest calling my finely tuned attention away to the blood rushing fiercely through my veins. The crimson of danger and the heat of the approaching moment invigorating my senses.

My breathing grew deeper and more silent as I waited for the shadow to cross in to the golden circle of light cast by the yellow bulb hanging from the ceiling. Each muscle in my body tensed as the seconds seemed to grow longer and longer and longer...

Why wasn't he moving?

My neck arched towards the light, stealing a fleeting glance of the oblivious youth from the shadows. Move just a bit closer... that's all I'm asking of you, I thought, as I readied my blade. My whole body almost shivered in a sudden rush of excitement. After all the planning and countless hours, the moment was almost here.. that sweet second when I would step out of the darkness I had made my home and in to the light - and slice his throat in one swift motion with my sleek blade while my other arm cradled his fall. It was going to be beautiful and pristine.. the elegant poetry of a good kill, nay - a great kill.

As I imagined the rewarding sensation that would follow, his shadow shifted. My breathing stopped.. the thumping in my chest grew louder.. My fingers twitched in anticipation.. This is it.. it was happening..

There were footsteps now.. almost echoing in the dull silence of the night. He neared the fateful spot on the paved road I had marked in my mind hours ago. The shadow was about to cross in to my domain..

And then.. there was a flicker of light followed by pitch black! And suddenly I was looking at a grassy field and cloudy skies..

As I was gathering my senses and my wits, the green of the lush grass changed to blue.. an all engulfing light bluish hue with those god forsaken words written with the shards of my broken dreams..

WINDOWS IS CONFIGURING YOUR UPDATES.. PLEASE DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER.

Wha..what???!!!

I leaned back in my chair and let my fingers relax on the keyboard.. emotions of strange shades welled up in me.

While Windows took its time 'configuring' stuff, I choked a silent sob from my soul. Each 'update' a piercing stab to my wounded heart.

But then.. with each change of the LCD screen on its way to a reboot, I found myself dreaming again.. like a mad man... like someone with nothing to lose any more.

Righteous anger surged through every molecule of my being and I whispered those words out loud, the sheer fury in them drowned by the humming noise of the spinning ceiling fan..

Mr. Gates, in this life or the next, I will have my vengeance..        

Wait.. WHEN DID I LAST SAVE THE GAME??!! :P