I hate you

I hate you Advcate.  Really I do.  Yesterday, I go out with Eric to Chili's and we eat so much spicy food.  We talk and reminisce about high school.  And then we head on back to the dorm room and decide to watch Dirty Harry once we arrive there.  I walk to the elevator and press the button to out floor, and when the doors close, I see that some one has carved half an operator symbol on each door so that when they fully close, we get a whole image like a demented MAD magazine.  Me and Eric prepare ourselves for whatever we'll be finding.  We open the door and the lights are off.  I turn the lights on there's no one there, so I go to check the bathroom and Eric goes to check our two closets.  When I leave the bathroom and turn I see him standing in front of the door into our room.  He's facing me just standing there, breatheing heavily.  Kinda like V from V For Vendetta.  I yell for Eric and he runs out.  We all stand there for what felt like HOURs but was obviously less than thirty seconds.  He runs at me and Eric and me run at him.  That's when it happens.  I feel a cold piece of metal slide into my stomach.  Then again.  And again.  AND AGAIN!  I fall backwards with the knife inside my stomach, and Eric tackles him to the ground.  Advcate gets Eric off of him and dive out of our window.  we're on the fourth floor.  When Eric checked, his body wasn't down there.  I'm in the Hospital now.  I'll be here for about a week.  Now in response to what you put up yesterday, I will remember that next time I think of Zeke.  You know why?  Because Zeke Strahm died not blaming the world for what happened to him, but thinking of the Hybrid guys and Celeste.  All I see in that video is a soilder going home after serving a very long tour of duty.