Hit One  

Today, he was not going to live. I had the right weapon and my fury had no bounds. The wrath that I had gathered and that had accumulated in me, today was going to unleash on him. I was waiting for this day. He had harassed me for a long time. Today I was going to find him, wherever he hid. I will search every nook and every dark corner for him. Today he was going to die. And he would die in my hands. I tightened my shirt and removed my watch from my hands. Nothing was going to distract me. Today I was going to kill the Cockroach with the New Hit Spray!!!  
 
                                                      Hit Two 

I had opened the New Hit Spray. It was ready to fire. Now I had to search for that disgusting thing. I overturned every thing. But somehow the cockroach managed to stay hidden. Then Finally under the old plate, which had laid in its place for over a year, I found him. The moment I turned the plate upside down, it ran for his life. I followed it with vengeance. I would follow it everywhere. Even to hell. I started firing the Hit Spray. I missed the first few shots. It didn’t touch him. But my mind was undeterred. I was focused. Nothing was going to distract me. It started to run on the wall. And I found the whole space free. I can fire at will, because there was no thing that it could hide under. It was open grounds. I started firing the Hit again with all power. It ran. The spray just kissed his legs. I was missing him. He was quick and agile. I started firing again. It fell on my food. SHIT!! My food. It lay open in this battle. And I couldn’t stop spraying. The Hit sprayed on the food. Now because of that little demon, my food was going to the dustbin. I was hungry, and it had destroyed my food. He would die for this. I kept on spraying. The room was closed and it smelled of the heavy gas that came out of the Hit Can. The little demon still ran for cover. And suddenly to my horror, I found the Hit Can empty. This was bad. How did it emptied out so soon? My weapon was not longer effective. But my determination did not wilt. I took out my shoe. I will smash it. It was running for cover but it was unable to find any. Then it saw the window. He was running out. The coward. Come and fight with me, you little monster. It started running towards the open window. Now to stop him, I had to lunge forward and stretch out full length with the shoe in my hand and smash it. I am not of the athletic type. But because of the rage in me, I lunged full forward in order to get that monster. And still it escaped some how. Just barely. Within a millimeter perhaps. And it flew out of the window. Because of the lunge, I managed kind of a half jump. I lost my balance and lost my footing. I fell forward. The shoe slipped through my hand and went of the window. Damn!!!!!!!!

I fell hard. I hurt my hip and elbow and my nose. I got up swearing so loudly that I think even my neighbor would hear!!

The Cockroach had flown out of the window. And my Shoe had gone too. And I Hurt myself. The food which had laid open had Hit on it. I was enraged.

I went down to recover my shoe. I picked it up and what I saw pleased me to the extent where I would have danced, if I weren’t overweight. The Cockroach had laid smashed. It was smashed under the falling weight of the shoe. The shoe had directly fallen over him.

I was victorious. I laughed out loudly!! No one messes with me!!!! Not even a Cockroach!!!!