Pigeon

"'Allo Pigeon!" I cried out to the bird, which was sitting on my bicycle, as I stepped out of my apartment's door. It cooed at me indignantly, causing me to scoff, "I swear, no one has any manners. Not even nature..."

I roughly snatched the nasty bird off my bike, in response it pooped on my shoe. I angrily threw it into the air, where it flapped around to dive bomb my face. I screamed like a child and threw my backpack at it.
My backpack and the pigeon collided and they both fell to the ground. I hesitantly grabbed my backpack from the ground. The bird's wing had broken and his eyes were full of hate, 'You'll regret that, K e v i n.'

I heard its voice in my head and screamed once again and scrambled to my bike and began to furiously pedal away. I looked back to see a flock of filthy pigeons tearing apart their broken friend. I clamped a hand over my mouth in disgust and continued to pedal away from my home.

Upon reaching the local supermarket, I stopped my bike and locked it to a bicycle stand.

'K e v i n ~,' A voice cooed inside my head, 'We require sustenance.'

I screamed, which gained me several weird looks from the people around. I frantically looked around me, looking for the source of the voice.

A flock of pigeons had gathered behind me, 'K e v i n ~, feed us.'

Each of the pigeons within the flock began to talk in my head saying things like, 'Feed us,' and, 'We require sustenance.'

The sound of a thousand pigeons was too much, I covered my ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise. I began to run, the pigeons followed me, their cooing voices repeating mercilessly inside my head, 'Feed us.'

'We require sustenance.'

'Feed us.'

'We require sustenance.'

I ducked into the store and hastily bolted to the bread aisle.

'Feed us.'

I shoved as much bread into my arms as I could hold.

'We require sustenance.'

I raced as quickly as I could to the checkout.

'Feed us.'

I threw my wallet at the cashier.

'We require sustenance.'

I made my way quickly outside.

'Feed us.'

I threw the bread into the air.

'Well done, K e v i n ~.'

I collapsed, the voices of those damned pigeons out of my head. The birds tore and fought for the packaged bread, feathers flying everywhere. I took my chance and sprinted for my bike to get away. However, once I got there, a pigeon was sitting on top of it.

"You'll regret this, K e v i n."