She could see the burning angry despair in his eyes even through the minimized view that the keyhole gave her. The sight before her was unbearable to watch, yet she couldn't take her eyes of her brother. His hands gripping the strangers throat. The victims face was contorted as he slowly lost all the oxygen in his lungs. He seemed to be trying to say something.
" Why are you doing this," he gasped for breath " Why?"
The girl at the door saw that there were tears streaming down her brothers cheeks. Now she heard her brother speak.
"Sorry...So sorry," she said it over and over
"Sorry"
He knelt down and loosened his grip on the mans neck. The two men - both in tears now - hugged eachother and there were murmered words. Suddenly a dagger flashed and there was a short struggle. And there he was dead on the floor.

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She stood by his grave, he didn't know whether to be sad or not. Threre was going to be a police investigation. She hoped against hope he woiulnd go to prison.