Criminals

Chapter 2: Pringles and Crunch Bars.

          It's the dead of night and pitch black. The only source of light is the occasional car passing with their brights on.

          I'm not sure where I'm going or when I'll stop traveling.

         10:15:59- 2 days ago

          2 dead

          Names: Sally and Joe Peterson

          Known as: Parents

          I have a notebook where I record all the murders I've done.

         So far I'm at 5 in total. Each leaving more than one dead. Each one is still without a murderer. I wouldn't call myself an assassin because I do this for myself, where assassins are paid to do it for someone else.

 Honk!

         The loud noise crashed into my train of thought and left it broken into smithereens. The blankness left in my head was a white cloth waiting to be stained in that dark red that was usually there. But I needed to focus, I needed to find a place to settle down. Then I could have a few more accidents again. No! I was going to change! There are no more accidents.

         I kept walking till the sun crept up just enough for it to say hello to those who were never going to see the sun again after today. I walked for another half an hour and finally found the outskirts of a big city.

Big city= Lots of people.

Lots of people= Lots of deaths

Lots of deaths= My happiness.

         I walked towards a gas station. The lights above the gas pumps were flickering trying to decide if it was day or night. I walked toward the door. Thankfully the gas station was open 24 hours.

         The store wasn't too big, which was good. I kept one of my hands ready at any moment to pull out a knife. There was a man at the cash register. He looked like a teen who held the record for being fired because he didn't do anything. The boy looked up and made eye contact with me, I didn't look away. I wasn't going to be a wimp. I was going to leave an impression on this city. A really big one too.

         "What do you want?" I asked the boy in a snarky voice. He looked down at his phone and shrugged. I walked up to the desk and cleared my throat. He looked back up at me and had a disgusted look on his face like he didn't want to be there. Well, I was going to wipe that expression right off his face and change it to fear.

       "Open the cash register," I said calmly with a hint of confidence and pride. My brain was whizzing around again just like it did two days ago and wanted me to keep going. Cheering me on.

       The boy looked back down at his phone and laughed a little. "Since when do I have to listen to you, little brat?"

       "Did you not hear me right? I said open the cash register." I slowly pulled out my knife and he watched it the whole time. "Okay, okay. Chill, I'm opening it." He typed in a code.

                                                                                 809735

          It popped open. "Give me 3 hundred, 2 fifties, 6 tens, and 10 ones. Oh, and 75 cents." The boy collected the money and then handed it to me. I turned around and walked out without saying another word. But before I left I had to grab a can of pringles and a Crunch Bar.