Piece

Gamer

I have opened my eyes again, and I realise that I saw the same dream. But this time, we were heading towards something, and that child was holding onto my hand. And he kept looking at me, I only remember that we were both heading towards somewhere..

As I woke up before I could reach it.

I think I am going to kill again today..

After I get off from my bed again, I do my usual things, as every single time when I have woken up. And not a single thing changes, from washing my face, and brushing my teeth, and then going to eat my meal again, and after doing all of that, I head back to outside again, and I want to walk around the city plaza, and see if there is anything that is worth killing, but for some reason, I hope inside of my mind, that there isn't, and after I get outside and walk through the street walk again, and before I can get to my spot, I see a newspaper laying on the ground again before me, and the head story reads: (One kid beaten to death, witnesses are urged to come forward.)

After reading that in my mind, I laugh in my mind, haha, fucking cops, such idiots. Lol..

After I think that, I take my phone out, and I check for the time, it's one pm .. same as before, or at least close to it, at least. As I walk through the sidewalk and cross the street. I notice that the sky above me is blue, and the air is new. It is a really pretty day.

Normally, I hate the blue sky, but when its so noticeable, it feels surreal, while I do prefer the sky being completely wiped out of any trace and hinch of light, at all, I do like to see the sky look so alive, after all, I am still here. And I am not planning on leaving anytime soon.

As I walk towards the shops around me, and the big city plaza .. where many people always spend their time in, possibly because that is where they always shop. Haha, I laugh faintly inside my head .. what exactly am I going to find in here now? Out of all the killings and murders that I have done, I don't feel like I am committing any crime or wrong. Because it is different, these are not victims .. they are the victimizers.

As I walk around the area I check some posters near me, and I see the GameSpot nearby, they still sell those games there, despite their issues dealing with minors .. blah blah shut up. "I tell myself," After that funny moment once again, I see a kid in front of me, who says nearby of the street, near the gaming shop, "Video games suck nowadays." And as I hear him say that my rage builds up so much inside of me, he is going to pay for that. I walk in on him and hit him in the face with my right fist and he falls towards the floor, and I say to him as he lays down on the floor right in front of me while he looks at me stupid, .. "You try make a better one, you fucker!" And I hit him in the face and head more than fifty four times, some of his blood comes out of his mouth but he makes no sound at all. And during that I sense that there is a other kid with him who witnessed me attacking him, but he does nothing to stop me.

After relentlessly pounding the kid's face in, I hit him in the face one last time and he dies, and I get up from him such a grassy jacket he had on, what a joke, his face and head has been battered and smashed up and he is not breathing anymore, after looking at him for a one brief second, I take my leave and walk away from him, and the other kid still stares at me .. while he does nothing. I look at him back a little, and a bit. And I turn away from him and walk to my left side, that kid was such a fucking bastard.

Yes games can suck, but most of them don't. Because all that I have played through my lifetime have been good, and they are meant to be fun, what a worthless fucking bastard.

That other kid had a darker color to his shirt than the other kid's headphones were, strange, they must like rainbows. After getting away from the scene, I got get a drink from the small supermarket, because I am thirsty, I just want one of those vitamin drinks, its way better than alcohol, only real losers drink that shit.

Shortly after thinking that, I get there and find my drink and I grab it with me and walk to the cashier to pay for it, and I say nothing to him but just pay for it and then I take my leave.

As I walk off while not looking behind of me, I reach back to my apartment again, and I notice that my glove is not too bloody, I know that I can easily wash it. But I would be better off to not kill any teenagers or any kids, but I have had my fill of letting these evil and useless, and talentless fuckers, reap around and filth everything that they touch, or lay their blind eyes upon. Not anymore, enjoy your last life, you dumb child.

After I walk to my front door I open it, and close it after me like I always do, and I walk inside and go put my glove to my washing machine, and after that I go take my jacket off, and my shoes off, and I take my drink off of my jacket pocket, and I head to my living room, and I open my drink's plastic cap and throw it away from me, and I drink my drink, I was hoping to find one that was close to being fully red, and not fucking orange, but oh well, its better than nothing.. I walk in front of my favourite couch and I lay down on it backwards gently, as I put my TV on via my remoter on my right side. I really need to take my mind off of things, because people are such evil bastards.

Fuck them, fuck them all.