The McDonald's murder case

She just....took it

I was sitting in the small red booth with my grandparents, the sun shining through the huge glass window. Happily eating away at my double cheeseburger, I felt like treating myself today, so I got everything on it. I had a bad week, so I thought a little get together at my favorite restaurant with my grandparents and best friend Mac Miller would be just what I needed to cheer me up. As expected , Miller got the Big Mac. As I go in for my third bite, I see the wrinkles of time swoop through the air and snatch my sandwich away from me like an under privileged child being taken away from a bad home. It happened so fast that i barely had time to register what was going on. I swiftly turned my head to cast my gaze upon a dastardly sight. My grandmother, my FLESH AND BLOOD taking MY food, my DOUBLE CHEESEBURGER (witheverythingonitnoless) and shoving it down her elongated neck. She looked like a fucking monster, she IS a fucking monster. It was MINE and just like everything else, she took that from me too. Well fuck that, I thought, no more will I suffer at the wrinkled hands off my "nana" I will take this abuse no longer. I go to open my mouth when I hear a familiar voice sound behind me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing you crotchety old rat bitch? I know you didn't just take LYNZIES last meal from her dawg." Mac Miller voiced his opinion behind me. I feel a small shift in the air as he leaps over me and lands a double fisted punch straight to my grandmothers left eye socket. I screamed in horror as I realized what was done. "NO MAC, RUN FOR YOU LIFE DAWG!"He turns his gaze to me, but my words registered too late. I watch as my nana transforms in a giant wildebeest. She lets out an ear ringing scream as she super charged at Mac Miller. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable, but it never came, I heard gunshots instead. I open my eyes slowly to see my grandmothers lifeless body in a pool of blood, laying in the middle of the McDonald's eating area. The families around us horrified, most had run out, but some stayed from shock and fear of being caught in the crossfire. Mac Miller, the man himself, had shot my nana with an Ak 47.

I turned in time to see the sun settle on the horizon. My shaky breathes coming out in short hiccups now. I... felt for her. Only a poor, aged soul too stupid to know any better. But Mac had no choice, he did what was right. What was best. The screaming from the patrons had long since subsided to the back of my mind as me and Mac sat back down. Picking up others left overs and finishing our meal together. "Thank you Mac, for doing what I never had the strength to" I sighed. "It's no biggie my swiggie." As I looked around and realized we had no sauce for our fries. What a shame. "Mac we're out of ketchup" I panicked "no we ain't dawg, there's sauce all over da floor." I looked around and with a horrifying resolution realized what he meant. I watched as Mac leaned over the red seats and slapped his Big Mac into the pool of my grandmothers blood. As he brought it to his lips and sighed in contentment as the meat touched his tongue, curiosity took the better of me. I leaned over as well and slurped up my nanas blood into the cup, my fries now drenched and looking like a back alley abortion I too, raised them to my lips. Her blood, it was, IT WAS KRANCH. SHE WAS A MONSTER. How could I have been so blind, all this time protecting her, thinking she was family. She was a god damn foul beast. Me and Mac finished our meal in silence, as we watched the white and yellow interior flash blue and red. They were here, they came to take us away. We both stood up, ready to fight, until......