Psychos

Before.

I've always loved the sound of a gun firing. The moment when you can hear the bullet ripping its way through the barrel heading straight for your target. And the rush of complete power you get when the gun kickbacks at you. When bangs of round after round of bullets fill your ears like music and you know that you have complete control over the orchestra. From sound of the barrel to the sound of the bullet hitting the target, you've got one moment to feel unbeatable, like the champion of the world.

The funny thing is, as I sit here, in a pool of blood, I feel nothing. No power, no strength, no control. Nothing.

Nothing, that is, until something cold is wrapped against my wrist, and a pressure on my shoulder forces me to stand up.

And then, when I'm standing, and I look around at the mess I've made with a smirk on my face, I realize what im feeling.

Peace.