Piece

Noose

It's day five since I started my rampage. And newsflash has blasted all over media, of that guy I killed and he has been found murdered. And that jogger has not yet come forward either, even if it happened near of her home. And I am really starting to believe that she too does not care. No .. is she just hiding what she saw? Slash knew? Could it be possible? My mind is thinking things...

And then there is a next triple murder .. and they are now saying that there are multiple killers possibly on the loose with a question mark. And some say that they had enemies, because how could they all just kill them, in such a one short time. Oh boy, would you just love to know that.

I am inside my bedroom, and after reading through the news through my phone, I put on my tight black jeans, and you may wonder that are they denim? And the answer is that I don't know, because I had bought them at an expensive clothing shop. Jeans are in fact always expensive, that, or prepare to buy jeans that break too easily.

And then I put on my black belt, I want to have it with me, to finalize my look, and, also incase I need something to choke someone to death.

But now today, that will change.

After I am done putting my clothes on, I reach to my front door, and then I open it, and I walk off, and I am inching for more blood, this is going to end terribly and get much .. much more worse. I just know it will, because after all, I have killed four people now .. and all of them were evil people.

As I leave my apartment again, and I walk outside, I meet no one there, and then I turn to my left, to go get my daily meal. And I think that I will eat some beef with that sandwich that I am going to get, after all, that is the only reason why I go to eat there .. so that I can pretend that I have something important to do, in this worthless ass hellhole.

If I lived across other countries slash world. In somewhere where food is scarce, or people kill each other for a race slash color .. and where filthy poor reside. I would kill everyone. And any sort of imperial racist bastard, or any dictator wannabe. I would snap all of their lives in half. And then watch them all bleed to death.

After my menacing and threatful thoughts again, I reach close to my usual meal place, and then I go inside, but next time I gotta go somewhere else. But for now, I will go get my meal from here. And as I get inside, I notice that there are no other people nearby of me, but it is an early morning after all.

After I walk inside the meal place, I reach the front door, (you can try all you want to get on my level but you never will,) and I open it fast and then I go order me my food, and I notice a guy at the desk and I walk to him and say, "Hi. One beef sandwhich pleas." And the guy says to me, "Oh! Right away dear sir!" And then he begins to make me my meal, and I take my credit card ready, and shortly after that as he returns I say to him, "I have card." And then he says to me, "Okay here!" And he puts the payment machine in front of me between the desk, and I pay for my meal, and then he smiles and says to me, "I hope you will enjoy it valuable customer!" And I say to him, "Yeah. Sure thing. Thanks." And then I take my order with me with the same serving plate as usual, and after that I go sit down on the nearby chair, and then I eat my food. And I really wish that I could just stop eating, because maybe then I could live happy. But still food is necessary for your survival, and that really fucking sucks.

After I am done eating my fucking food, I take my serving plate with me, and then I put my napkin and my other remains right into the food trash container and then I leave my serving plate on top of the food trash container, and then I walk back outside. And I see no one nearby of me at all, and then I decide to go get myself a rope, and I go buy it from a nearby store. Where they sell accessories to fish and hunt stuff. And camp? And it is weird. Because I am already there, and I go get my rope, and shortly after that I find it where all the other ropes are kept, it rests on a middle shelf near other ropes on my left side and it is a natural kind of rope, and it is perfect, and it is exactly what I wanted, and I grab it with me and then I walk to the desk to buy it, and I see a man who says to me, "Hey there sport got what you were looking for?" And I say to him, "Yes I did. How much is it?" And I put my rope right in front of him and he says to me, "About twenty bucks but since people rarely buy it, I make it fifteen. How does that sound?" And I answer to him, "Great. I got card." And he puts the payment machine in front of me and says, "Here you go." And I swipe my card across it and it goes through as usual, and I put my card away and then I grab my rope with me with my right hand and he says to me, "Thank you! Pleas come again if you like." And I say to him, "Maybe next time. Bye." And then I walk away from him, after getting my rope, I head off to the outside again. And as I get there, I walk past streets, and some cars ride by me. But all alleys have been closed off. And cops are driving nearby of me. To watch everyones moves. God they are such a fucking idiots, is this really what they needed to get motivated? Well now they will be all gone to bits.