Darn! It still made no sense. This was the final part of the story, and something in between was missing.
Pada malam itu...tamatlah riwayat aku sebagai sebatang pensel.
Translation: That night...my life as a pencil ended.
Why would his father want to kill himself? What did he do that made him so...for lack of a better word, suicidal?
He rolled back and forth the sliding glass case to pass time. Stupid Pakistani eraser, dying at such a bad time...now he was left with all the right questions, and none of the answers.
Suddenly a tall figure shadowed him. Thirty Seeam.
He smiled uneasily. "You better stop, kid. Let's get it done with quick."
Little Pencil backed away. "Get what done with quick?"
"Look behind you."
Little Pencil spun around to face Mr. Blackpen flanked by an assortment of colour pencils, pens, erasers, Liquid Paper, paintbrushes and what-nots. And that dreadful Scissors.
"The others and myself have talked it through," Mr. Blackpen stepped forward. "And we have decided that you're too dangerous to be kept alive."
"Too dangerous to be kept alive?! So you're going to kill me, I suppose?"
Scissors snipped devilishly. "Incisely."
A team of fancy paper clips swiftly surrounded Little Pencil to make sure he couldn't escape. Thirty Seeam stooped over and sighed. "I'm sorry it had to end this way. Really. Especially after what happened to you father."
"At least tell me why. I need to know."
"It's simple," Mr. Blackpen said grimly. "We're getting rid of you, because...there's a great chance you'll become like your father when you're older."
"And that would be...?"
"What?! You're kidding, right?"
"A murderer." High Lighter nodded.
"A murderer!" The A4 papers chimed in.
"Your father is a murderer!"
"Son of a murderer!"
Little Pencil felt himself going dizzy. The rabid crowd kept heckling him, taunting him, swirling around till his eyes and ears hurt.
Scissors loomed over, and knocked him down with a quick swipe . "Time for your final cut." Its blades sliced through the air with a wicked gleam.
Little Pencil lay paralysed. This strange emotion starting swelling from his graphite core, something new. It wasn't fear; he felt that on his first day here. Neither was it sadness; that came when he heard about his father.
Akhirnya aku membuat keputusan. Aku akan mengasah diriku.
Translation: At last I made up my mind - I would sharpen myself.
He stared, and stared again at Scissor's metal blades. Suddenly he couldn't stop shaking. A sickening feeling of wanting to avenge his father rushed to his head. And the murderer - the true murderer - was standing right in front.
"I HATE YOU!" Little Pencil yelled. "GAHHHHH!"
Like a pencil possessed, he sprang up and tackled Scissors straight in the eye. The last thing he saw was Scissors' unblinking eyes, as they both plunged off the glass case.
"He's mad! He's MAD!" someone screamed.
"They're gonna die!"