mini-stories draft

⛸ Murder and other thoughts

3 mai 2021

I find life unfair. It is just so unfair, i must express my anger through something.
I'm getting pushed by a passerby. He doesn't even turn back to say sorry. I want to kill him.
Maybe i should express my anger that way. There's no right or wrong after all. Saying killing is bad is hypocritical. Humans kill so many animals to feed themselves. And the vegetarian are the worse. They pretend to be all good and holy. But they are killers just like the rest of us. They kill bugs, whitout even noticing it. Murder is bad? Don't make me laugh. All humans are murderer. We live to kill. We're born to die anyway, so what's killing someone going to do?  Ah! We'll see about that!

I turn back, and follow the stranger who pushed me. There aren't anyone on the street. It's night, the perfect time for a crime.

He goes in an alley. It looks well hidden. The rat is trapping himself. I turn on that alley too.

I grab the knife in my pocket. His back is facing me and he's litting up a big cigar. I discreetly approach him, and take the knife out of my pocket. Then, then! I stab that dumbass on the back! Hahahahha! I did it! I did it! He's gonna die! He's gonna die!

Wait, there's something wrong. The man doesn't even budge. He... he must be too shocked to move... yes that's right, he's too shocked!

But then, why is he facing me now? Why is he looking at me with those eyes? Those... angry eyes... aah it pisses me off! Who gave you the right to look at me this way?? No, you can't look at me like that! I won't allow it. I won't even aknowlege it!

I take the knife and aim at his stomach this time. But then, i realize, my feets aren't touching the ground anymore. Huh? Isn't that weird? Why aren't my feet touching the ground?

Before i could realize what happened, the man threw me on the ground. He took my knife and i tried to get up. But i can't because he pinned me on the ground.

"Heh, what a rookie. This is how you do it amateur."

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I slice the young man's neck. He bleeds to death in a few seconds. I can't believe he actually tried to kill me. And for what reason? Because he pushed me and he thought it was my fault? He's just like an angry little kid. You don't kill over something like that. Well, if it's a request with some cash, i wouldn't refuse it. After all, killing is my job. Now that is troublesome. He tore my nice trench coat and my life jacket. What a pain, i really like that coat.

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4 mai 2021: kiddo

I was walking on the shore. I was looking for one of those rare golden shell. They sell for a lot, and i could really use some money right now. As my eyes sparkle at the sight of one of them, someone step on it.

-hey little kid, have you seen one of those golden shell?
-yes
-wait really? Where? Where kiddo?
He grab my shoulders and shakes me while looking really serious.
I try to point at his shoe, and he stops shaking me.
-Oi, you can't be serious... Are you telling me....
-...
-That my shoes are as pretty as a golden shell? Ohohoh! You've got great taste for a shrimp. I like you! Okay, you'll help me search for a golden shell. You're really lucky, kiddo. You're found the best captain of all Port Lo! The name's Goz! And i've got the most perfect plan. Okay, listen! I'll go over there, on that chair.
The captain made a dramatic movement with his arms.
-But! I won't be doing nothing. No. I will be.... uhm... thinking! Yes, thinking about a strategy (or whatever). And while I do that, you'll search for a golden shell. So, ready to accept the deal of your lifetime, kiddo?
-ok
-Great! Okay time for me to rela-think. Good luck kiddo.

While Goz was walking toward his chair, i picked up the golden shell that was laying just there.
As he sits down, i go towards him and show him the shell.