This is really an expansion of a short story I wrote years ago, So be honest when critiquing it, but dont shred it. I am far from a pressional writer, I just have my moments.



Allow me to spin a tale for you my friends; a tale of greed, jealousy and murder. A story that can be taken two ways, as a simple story used to entertain and attempt to teach a lesson, or as it is truly meant to be, as a warning. For you see, this is not something that should be forgotten; but instead heeded, least you end up like the poors souls in my tale…

We shall begin our story with a man by the name of Robert White. Robert had done everything right in his life; he went to a very good school, went on to an Ivy League college, and eventually became the CEO of a multi-million dollar company. Robert had everything; cars, a mansion, money pouring in from everywhere, women, friends, you name it, Robert had it. But despite of all of this wealth, Robert still had a very kind and giving soul, often holding very large, and very prosperous, charity events for local charities, sometimes raising hundreds of thousands of dollars at a time.

Now Robert had a childhood friend that he still ran around with, a man that went by Jake King. Now Jake, unlike his friend Robert, was a middle class man with no wife, no children, not even a dog or cat. He lived by himself, just the way he liked. Jake had always been very jealous of Robert, since it seemed that everything that Robert did he not only succeeded in, but excelled at, and Jake hated that. Eventually, Jake became so consumed with his jealousy and greed that he hatched a very devious and vile plot. This is where our story shall begin.

It was a stormy night, where lightning flashed and rain pelted the earth. In a large mansion on a hill, Robert was hosting a party in honor of his fifteenth year of practically running Altic Incorporated, his multi-million dollar company, single handedly. There were an upwards of a hundred people, including some of Robert’s family and Jake. Robert was having a great time, and Jake, well; Jake made it appear as if he was having a good time. Jake was really too preoccupied to concentrate on anything, he had only one thing on his mind; Kill Robert. With each step Jake took as he moved through the party, he could feel the knife he had hidden in his coat rub against his chest. His plan kept running through his head over and over again, and with each passing moment, Jake became more anxious for what was about to unfold.

Now you see, Robert had this nasty habit of having a few too many drinks at occasions such as this one, and tonight was no exception. As Robert talked to his family and co-workers, he continued to put away bottle after bottle of liquor. Lot long after the party had begun; Robert was rather liquored-up, as is his tradition.

When Jake found Robert, he was following suit to his normal tradition, and was in an almost drunken state. This condition was something that Jake had prayed for, since it was vital to his plan. Jake approached Robert, and Robert greeted him with great joy. “Robert my old friend! I am so glad you could make it. Might you have a glass of wine, or possibly a beer? It is the best money can buy.” Robert said to Jake, trying not to slur his words together. “No thank you Robert, but I appreciate the kind offer. Now I need to address something, and I must speak with you in private. Is there some place where we can go where we will not be, disrupted?” Jake said, hiding his true reasons why he wanted Robert alone; the knife in Jake’s inner coat pocket rubbing against his shirt.

Robert happily led Jake to a section of the mansion where no one was about, not knowing of the fate that was in store for him. When Robert and Jake arrived at a very secluded part of the mansion, Robert addressed Jake. “Now what was it that you needed to talk to me about?” Jake finally allowed a devious smile to spread across his face. “Your will; what have you left for me when you die?” Jake said. Robert was very puzzled by this question, but the effects of the liquor had already taken over, leaving him blind to Jake’s intentions. “Jake, you are like a brother to me. You have always been there for me when I needed you, no matter what. I have left you everything I own; the mansion, the cars, even all of my stock in Altic Incorporated. Now why do you ask?” Robert replied, starting to truly question Jake’s reason for asking. “Oh, for no reason really Robert, save the fact that I would like to know what I will be getting here in due time…” Jake said, his words trailing off as he reached into his inner coat pocket, grabbing a hold of the large knife. “I don’t understand wha…” Robert began to say, but stopped mid-sentence as Jake pulled out a very long blade.

Suddenly it all connected with Robert. “No, no, Jake, you wouldn’t! I’m your friend! Please don’t do this Jake! Please!” Robert said as he began to plead for his life, backing away from Jake slowly. A dark smile adorned Jake’s face as he approached Robert, the blade held above his head. “Begging will get you no where, my dear friend. Now it is my turn to be the rich and mighty one, and it is your turn, to die!” Jake said as he lunged at Robert, plunging the blade deep into Robert’s chest. Robert let out a gasp and tried to grab the blade, but to no avail. Jake removed the dagger, and then stabbed Robert again, and again, and again. He continued to gorge his blade with blood, stabbing Robert repeatedly, until Robert lay on the floor, dying in a pool of his own blood. With Robert’s final breath, he looked Jake in the eyes and said, “I will have my revenge on you Jake, you will see…” and with that, Robert breathed his last, and died, his face white and his cloths now a dark crimson. Jake stood there over him, breathing heavily. “I did it, I finally did it!” Jake said to himself with great excitement. He whipped down the handle of the knife, and then placed it in Robert’s hand. He turned and walked away from the corpse, heading back towards the party. “And now the show begins…” Jake said to himself.

Jake came running through the center of the party, putting on his best act of sadness and brokenness. . “He’s dead! He’s dead! Robert is dead! Oh why did he do it? Why?!” Jake cried as he made himself fall to his knees in the middle of the party, fake tears streaming down his face. Yes, he is dead, and he died by my hand! Jake thought as people began screaming and running out of the mansion, many of them calling 9-1-1 as they did. Jake had to keep himself from laughing at his great victory. Jake soon heard sirens approaching, and he scrambled to his feet and joined the mass hysteria of people running outside, then standing with a group of people as an ambulance, a fire truck, and many cop cars appeared. And now it is all mine... All mine...

Now allow me to skip about a month into the future, and show you a very different Jake. Since Robert’s “suicide” at the party, Jake has inherited everything Robert owned. He owns the mansion, all of Robert’s cars, all of Roberts money, and all of Roberts stock in Altic Incorporated, which totaled at about fifty one percent of the total stock for the company. Jake as become very paranoid though since the death of Robert, and has security camera’s installed all over the exterior and interior of the house, with all of the footage being fed to a large control room within the house.

It was once again a very stormy night, eerily similar to the one that Robert had died on. Jake was in the dining room of the mansion enjoying a very rare and elegant glass of red wine. He finished his glass of wine and took the bottle back down to the wine cellar, placing it back where he had found it. Right before he turned to go upstairs, he thought he saw a shadow in the corner of his eye. He turned to face what he thought he saw, but he was presented with nothing; nothing but rows and rows of wine bottles. “Must have been my imagination…” Jake said, trying to reassure himself as he made his way to the very large and elaborate bed room.

As Jake prepared himself for a well needed rest, he heard something like a door slowly squeaking open, and then shut. “Hello? Is someone there?” Jake called out, his voice echoing across the mansion. Jake became very paranoid, worrying if someone was here to try to harm him, or take his possessions. He started to head for the door of his bedroom, but then stopped about ten feet away from the door. He starred in horror as the knob on the door slowly began to turn, creaking noisily as it did. Jake was petrified with fear, his heart beating like a drum, adrenaline rushing through his body like a ragging torrent.

Suddenly, the door flew open with a loud bang that sounded like a clap of thunder, and in the doorway stood a bloodied Robert. Jake fell to the floor in surprise and fear. “Robert! But…but…but…you’re dead! This can’t be happening! You’re dead! You’re dead!” Jake screamed as Robert began to slowly walk closer and closer towards Jake. In Robert’s hand he held a bloodied blade; the same blade that Jake used to steal Robert’s life away from him. “I told you I would have my revenge Jake. Now it is your turn to die!” Robert said as he assaulted Jake with the blade, stabbing Jake with the bloodied knife, piercing deep into Jake’s chest. Robert pulled out the blade and attack Jake again and again, the knife going deeper into Jake’s body each time. Soon there was a silence, and Jake was dead in a pool of blood. Robert was no where to be found, but the blade was still lodged in Jake’s chest, the blade now done with its slaughter.

This brings us to the end of my small tale. You see that jealousy can make people do, and what it can do to those whom fall prey to its seductive power. Jealous is a double edged sword because it is often followed by something else; revenge. Although the body might rot and rest in a grave, revenge always finds a way to carry on, even through death. Now my dear friends heed this warning, least I start placing your name within this fable of mine.