Fate

On that sunny day, I walked on a silence narrow street. I saw a drunk man. He hit a weak man again and again. The weak man try to release himself from the drunk man, but the drunk man is too strong, too angry, and too insane.
I watched them fighting. I wondered why they do that. I knew exactly, the weak man didn't want to be killed. Finally, I saw the weak man fell without any power. He died. The drunk man killed him.
I was really sorry to watch that. Why did the weak man have to die?
I approached the drunk man. "What do you want?" He said. And I said, "Why did you kill the one who doesn't want to die?"
"What's your problem?!" He screamed angrily.
"I don't think you need to kill the obe who doesn't want to die."
"Get away from here!"
"He didn't want, but I want."
"So you want to die, huh?!"
"Yes. And why didn't you kill me?"
"Good idea! I'll kill you, so that no one knows I murdered." And then, he put out his killing-knife and came closer to me.
His knife almost reached me, but suddenly he fell. I saw a secret agent of police stood behind him with a smoked gun.
"Are you alright?" The police asked me.
"No, I am not."