Piece

Time Out

I saw that child again .. and he was leaning towards me. And we watched dark roads collide together, as it swallowed us whole. And time space was broken, and my thoughts breaked away from me. As I woke up, from that ever lasting, and loving dream.

And I open my eyes and look at my ceiling again, and now I have a rushing sensation, I want to kill more. So much more, because I can feel evil lingering, in a night. And now, I am coming for you, you bastards...

And I launch up again from my bed, and I take my leave from my bed, and I am not sure, have they found the people I killed from yesterday. But it doesn't matter, because I must go now.

And I go eat my leftovers that I have laying inside my fridge. And after eating them, I head outside, and I am wearing my usual clothes. And I don't see anyone nearby of me, is this a reckoning?

After asking that question for whatever reason, I cross through streets, and I see no one nearby of me again .. but some cars ride by me again. And nothing else is around of me at all, and then I come across a nearby pub. And I spot with my eye.. Two people, a woman and a man, and the man says, "Man, Rick is such a cry baby." And the woman says, "Yeah, so is Keith, few hits and he is already crying his eyes out.." And the man says, "Yeah, and when I kick Tommy in the stomach, he acts like he's gonna die! Haha!" And the woman says, "Yeah, and throwing them on the ground, and pushing them, is so much fun. And the man says, "Yeah! And hitting them in the face too! Lol!" And the woman says, "Yeah, but I am worried, our abuse might kill them." .. And the man laughs, "Hahaha! I love beating them. You just worry too much love.." And then the woman laughs too, "Hahaha! .. Yeah I know, we should just show them just how much we love them! Like old Rome style! Hahahahahaha..!" And they both laugh outside, and they are clearly fucking drunk. And then the man smokes a cigarette...

And at that moment, I attack them both, I have my knife in my right side holder, and I attack the woman .. and I hit her face in with my right fist really brutally. And the man sees me barely, and he yells, "Wow! What's that!?" And the woman falls to the ground backwards, because I hit her pretty hard. And then I beat her up, as I hit her in the face repeatedly with my right fist. About nine times shattering her face down, and then I hit the man in the face too, as hard as I can, and he falls down towards the ground really hard. After that, I hit the woman's face and head in, over seventy four times crushing her face and breaking it open and I keep pounding my fist straight into her dumbass ugly fucking face and it feels really good to do that almost too good and she looks so helpless and useless to me that it only turns me on and I keep beating her and I can hear the back of her skull hitting against the ground nonstop and repeatedly through each of my violent hits .. and her whole face is ravelled within her blood and terrible wounds. It looks like she has barely no face left. And she is barely breathing. After I am done beating her to death, I take my knife out, and I say to her as I look at her bleeding on the ground everywhere, "Try to abuse them now, you fucking bastard." And I cut her throat open with my knife as I always do, and her blood spills everywhere from her cut open throat .. and she is choking on her own blood. And her rich designer bag, and fancy clothes, are filled with her blood too. And after that, as she dies below of me, the man tries to get up, and I attack him, and I kick him down hard in the stomach with my right shoe really hard, and he falls down on the ground again, and he cannot get up anymore, because I putted him down by my hard as rock kick, and after he is down, and he is not moving at all, I stab him into his right eye and he screams in pain really loudly, "AAAAAHHHH!" And then I say to him brutally, "Die you pig." And after that I take my knife off of his crushed in eyesocket that spills his blood everywhere from it like it were pussy juice, and I stomp him into his face and head sadistically, killing him ruthlessly. More than sixty two times, breaking it entirely open and crushing it completely apart and I can hear and feel his face and head bones cracking apart, but I ignore it and just keep going, not stopping, at all, .. and after it's over, his face and head is completely split open, and its bursting utterly with his blood, there is nothing else left of him as he dies like a whore.

After destroying him I take my leave, and the pub on my right side is going wild inside, and they look like stupid animals. And I look at them briefly as I take my leave. And I am not looking back behind of me at all, because they are all dead to me. And I am sure that their three children had this coming, it is better to kill your parents, than live knowing, that they do not love you.

After my callous and piercing thoughts inside of my mind, I walk away, and I swipe my knife clean with my cloth. And then I put it back into my pocket along with my cloth, and I am gone again, and no one is going to see me there ever again.

I really went all out on those two couples, and it felt so natural, and so good to do that, it almost felt like I was meant to do that to them, and they had that coming, for a long time. From the looks of it they had been tormenting their children for awhile now, but too bad, that they both were tortured and breaked to death before they could think of doing anything bad to their kids again, because I really wanted them to last longer. And not die like bunch of bugs, haha. After my another relentless and fiery wave of thoughts I walk back to my apartment, and as usual no one pays me any mind either they are scared of me or are too busy looking around them since there is a killer loose haha, shortly after walking to my familiar street, I reach my apartment again, and I open the front door again, and I walk inside, same as usual, no one comes in my way at all, I must be lucky, everytime, after reaching my floor, I walk to my door, and I open it with my keys again, and then I walk inside, and I close my door behind me, and I walk to my kitchen table, and I put my knife down on my table, and I take my gloves off, and I put them inside of my inside left side jacket pocket, which I always do, and after that, I get rid of all of my bloody cloths, that I have laying inside of my plastic bag, and they are sitting on the floor, next to my kitchen table, and I take them out, and put them to my metal pot, and I grab my readied fuel canister next to the kitchen table's feet, and I pour the gas out on top of all of my bloody cloths, there is four of them total, and they are all white.

After preparing them, I take my multi purpose lighter from my kitchen counter, and I set my cloths on fire. I don't have a fire alarm, because I don't give a fuck about my safety.

As my cloths burn to crisp, I wait until they are utterly burned up, and then I suffocate the still burning fire with a glass of water, and after that, I walk to my right kitchen counter, and I take my black nylon gloves out of my glove box, and I put them on, and after that, I grab my metal pot with my left hand, and I scatter my burned up, and crispy cloths into my trash container with my right hand, I will only allow my black cloth to stay with me, rest can just disappear, because I have used them enough of times now.

After it's over, I take my nylon gloves off, and I throw them into my separate trash container, below my front kitchen sink drawer, and I wash my metal pot, with a cold water, and I let my metal pot lay on my sink, and I put away my fuel canister, to my storage room, on my left side, few steps away from my kitchen, and then I go put my lighter to the left side of my kitchen counter, and I head to take my shoes off, and my jacket, to put them where they belong.

After doing all of that, I leave my hallway, and I head to my bed.

And after I reach my bedroom, I go lay on my bed like I always do, and shortly after that, I fall a sleep.