Chapter 10

Michael burst the through the door of his house, and slammed the door behind him. He was crying uncontrollably. He was crying so hard that he had to lean on support of a nearby table in the kitchen.

Stop it,Michael, Michael thought. Calm down, just STOP IT.

Michael sat in the chair and tried to calm himself down. Macaulay ran down the stairs. "Mike, what's the matter?" He grabbed a tissue and gave it to Michael.

�� "Sit down Macaulay. You're the only person I can tell this to."

Macaulay sat down across from him.

�� "Macaulay, you kids mistake this thing I have as a gift. It's no gift. It contains every element of the word CURSE." He paused. "It just killed my sister Janet."

His voice began to break up. "Usually when I kill these people...I feel some remorse, but it so small I can ignore it. But this time..." He paused again. "This time I feel all of it. I guess it's because I'm so close to her. But I feel so much pain right now."

�� "Michael," Macaulay said. "I hope this pain will end soon. I really do."

There was a silence.

�� "Your time is up, isn't it?" Michael said.

Macaulay nodded.

�� "How much longer?"

�� "A couple of minutes." Macaulay said.

Michael lowered his head. "Damn."

Macaulay glanced at the clock.� "Well, it's been fun."

�� "Sure has." Michael said with a slight smile. For the next couple of minutes, Michael sat and watched Macaulay Culkin die. Afterwards, he got up from the table.

�� "Rest in peace, Mac." He sighed. " I wish I could."

He began to wonder around the house. So what are we going to do now, Michael? He asked himself. Might as well finish the job.