Suddenly it started to hear a difficulty in to perform simple movements with the left hand and a prickle that it reached the shoulder; it tried to repeatedly move the left-handed arm to make to go out him/it of the numbness, but it didn't change anything, rather, the soreness turned him into intense pain.
EPILOGUE
23 May 2012 Francis
From a few days I don't succeed in assembling me anymore, I feel a fire that devours me inside and I perceives that the only way to calm its voracity is that to discharge me. The desire grazes me to destroy, to beat, to howl, to strike and to destroy, but I continually strive me to check me and not to make to shine through nothing, especially to the job. However I don't make her/it more to bear my wife, knows that without her I would have more liberties, especially with my lover and I would feel better me, I don't even succeed in being in the same room in his/her presence. For this I have decided that will do her/it disappear in a simple way, without making to discover me.
Since teen-ager, when I have read for the first time «The name of the rose» of Umberto Eco, I/you/they have been spellbound from the assassin that death distributed through the poison soaked in the pages of a book.
From that moment my passion for the poisons is grown and you/he/she has allowed me to find those rarer and dangerous and my flower to the buttonhole it is that synthesized in the form of spray drawn by the gilded frog or frog arrow.
In fact the skin of these frogs of a powerful person batracotossina, perhaps the most powerful animal poison known to the man and it serves only a contact with the skin; a middle frog contains a milligram of poison, that is enough to kill around diecimila mice or a two weeks of adult human beings.
The poison of these frogs stays active for long times also after the secretion, even if transferred on another surface; it is not necessary to touch the frog, all it takes is touching something that has touched first her.
Cases of dead pets are recorded to have come into contact with a handkerchief of paper on which one of these frogs had walked. Not by chance the native of Colombia as the tribe of the Chocòs Emberà, exploit these small amphibians to poison the blowpipe darts that they use for the hunting.
The frog is cautiously exposed to the heat of a fire to stimulate his/her production of poisonous fluid, then the points of the darts are rubbed her above and this enough to make her poisonous for over two years.
A dart so essay can kill a tigress in about ten minutes, and it is enough to paralyse instantly a bird or a monkey.
I have taken the poison in the closed reliquary in safe in the laboratory of the pharmacy and I/you/they have gone home when Marta there was not; I have taken the key of his/her diary hidden in the bath and I have opened him. You don't know but once made suspicious by his/her frequent presence to the fourth floor among the rooms reserved to the guests, I have spied her and I have discovered is where it hides the diary, both where it holds the key.
I have never had the curiosity to read him/it because it didn't interest me, things from women.
I am here now, I wear a complete kit anticontaminazione with special gloves and mask that it would not be necessary, but the precautions are never too.
The diary is open and I gets ready me with care to sprinkle the poison in the last written pages and in the first whites, watching out for not to contaminate other.
They flow under of me so many letters and, when they are at the end, the eye falls on my name and I cannot withstand to stop me an instant to read. I discover so the truth, but this doesn't make me change mind on the plan: to put again key and diary to place and, once that she will be dead, to burn them and to polish up his/her fingertips from every trace of poison.
The poison acts paralysing the muscles of the body and also hardly a possible autopsy would be able to notice something.
I put back the white uniform and the accessories in the special suitcase and aspect my liberty.
THE END
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