Macbeth walked slowly down the narrow passageway, which would lead him to
the quest room. As he walked he started to become aware of all the minute
sounds that any other time he would overlook, the quiet squeaks of rodents
in the castle wall, and the sizzle of the torches, which illuminated the
way, and the beating of his heart steadily increasing as he came closer to
his target. He came too the door in which the King sleep oblivious of was
to come. The Thane of Gawdor slowly pushed the door open being as cautious
as could be. He looked across the room to the bed were his prey lay asleep.
Carefully he tip toed to bed his heart was now pounding in his ear as beats
of sweat formed along his forehead. Almost half way to his destination the
floorboard under him squeaked his heart skipped a beat stopped as he
frightfully looks towards the king anticipating his awakening. After
several moments of waiting he felt it safe to continue his task. Finally
reaching the bed the Thane of Gawdor stopped to observe the soon to be ex-
king. King Duncan had a peaceful look on his face and he was lightly
snoring. Remembering the words of his wife and his ambition to be king
Macbeth slowly brought out one of the daggers and held it above his head,
he remained in this position for several moments before a very determined
look came to his face. Macbeth closed his eyes and furiously brought down
the dagger intending too hit Duncan's head. The next sound he heard was the
tearing of fabric, Macbeth curiously opened his eyes to see that the knife
had went though the pillow. Feathers now fluttered in the air and Macbeth
noted that the king had rolled over in his sleep; all the knight had
managed to remove was a couple strands of hair. Shakily he removed the
dagger from the pillow. The king now had a troubled look on his face.
Macbeth's breath had become irregular and perspiration was dripping down
his face onto the bed. Doubts started to cross his mind and he could not
help but wonder if he was doing the right thing and if he could get away
with this crime. The words of his wife once again came back too him,
Macbeth could hear her screaming in his head too get on with it, her voice
started to mock him, and his manliness. Her voice became so unbearably loud
in his head that he could not longer stand it. He brought back up the knife
and brought it down into the kings chest, blood shot up onto his clothes,
the king's eyes shot open and locked with Macbeth's, fearing he would
scream the Thane of Gowdor drew out another dagger and ran it though the
kings neck. The blood oozed out of the wound and the kings eyes slowly
dulled his mouth moved to speak but the word died on his lips. Greatly
shaken the Thane of Gawdor removed the daggers from the former kings body.
Slowly walking backwards towards the door never taking his eyes off his
victim's. As soon as he past by the door he slowly turned and fled.
the quest room. As he walked he started to become aware of all the minute
sounds that any other time he would overlook, the quiet squeaks of rodents
in the castle wall, and the sizzle of the torches, which illuminated the
way, and the beating of his heart steadily increasing as he came closer to
his target. He came too the door in which the King sleep oblivious of was
to come. The Thane of Gawdor slowly pushed the door open being as cautious
as could be. He looked across the room to the bed were his prey lay asleep.
Carefully he tip toed to bed his heart was now pounding in his ear as beats
of sweat formed along his forehead. Almost half way to his destination the
floorboard under him squeaked his heart skipped a beat stopped as he
frightfully looks towards the king anticipating his awakening. After
several moments of waiting he felt it safe to continue his task. Finally
reaching the bed the Thane of Gawdor stopped to observe the soon to be ex-
king. King Duncan had a peaceful look on his face and he was lightly
snoring. Remembering the words of his wife and his ambition to be king
Macbeth slowly brought out one of the daggers and held it above his head,
he remained in this position for several moments before a very determined
look came to his face. Macbeth closed his eyes and furiously brought down
the dagger intending too hit Duncan's head. The next sound he heard was the
tearing of fabric, Macbeth curiously opened his eyes to see that the knife
had went though the pillow. Feathers now fluttered in the air and Macbeth
noted that the king had rolled over in his sleep; all the knight had
managed to remove was a couple strands of hair. Shakily he removed the
dagger from the pillow. The king now had a troubled look on his face.
Macbeth's breath had become irregular and perspiration was dripping down
his face onto the bed. Doubts started to cross his mind and he could not
help but wonder if he was doing the right thing and if he could get away
with this crime. The words of his wife once again came back too him,
Macbeth could hear her screaming in his head too get on with it, her voice
started to mock him, and his manliness. Her voice became so unbearably loud
in his head that he could not longer stand it. He brought back up the knife
and brought it down into the kings chest, blood shot up onto his clothes,
the king's eyes shot open and locked with Macbeth's, fearing he would
scream the Thane of Gowdor drew out another dagger and ran it though the
kings neck. The blood oozed out of the wound and the kings eyes slowly
dulled his mouth moved to speak but the word died on his lips. Greatly
shaken the Thane of Gawdor removed the daggers from the former kings body.
Slowly walking backwards towards the door never taking his eyes off his
victim's. As soon as he past by the door he slowly turned and fled.