The footsteps drew closer, faint, then louder as they drew near. I held my breath, trying hard not to breathe. Then the question rose in my mind again. Could I kill if I had to? As I was thinking, not more than a few seconds, the door opened slightly. The pace of my heart quickened as a dark figure slowly entered the room. The figure took a slow, careful step then another until it was several feet in front of Brolin. And in Brolin's hand, I saw the gleam of a butcher knife. The door slammed behind.
Suddenly, Brolin grabbed the figure from behind, thrusting its body against the front of his, grabbing its forehead. No! I was screaming in my mind, but no sound came out. He thrust the knife to its throat, the blade gleaming in the moonlight, larger than life, and time seemed to stop.
"Don't
