Piece

Get Out

Looking through the window, not seeing anyone nearby. I get outside, after my usual daily routine. I think I will clean my house tomorrow. Perhaps, it's not like it needs to be cleaned I rather just do it. And I don't know why maybe because I prefer staying clean.

Even if my hands are filled with evil people's and now that worthless fucking animal's blood. I still feel truly clean. The dirt has never reached me, and it never will.

I check my phone, (Cop killer on the loose? A cop was murdered, is this the same killer?) (Or possible conspiracy?)

There is another article saying, (Mass murderer responsible of killing dozens of people.) (A hero that's become a villain?) (People don't condemn him, instead look up to him.) I turn the page because I'm curious to see something like this, one boy says (He is just a good guy killing bad people.)

I shut the page down, nervous .. are people changing their views now?

No .. are they changing now?

What's going on? Do they not know how badly I killed those worthless fucking pieces of filth .. do everyone know they were evil? I'm not doing this to protect any of you.. I'm doing this because I want to get rid of them. I want them gone, out and off this world. So no one needs to have to see them, hear them or even see them ever again.

I walk past street, putting my phone back to my pocket. It has 80% of battery left. After all I don't use it to do anything but check the internet once a day. For the news, because I want to know did they find them yet.

That hunter has not been found? By now his body must have been eaten away by those animals right?

I walk past the streets next to me, and go to market. I gotta buy a drink, and a small snack for me.

Getting inside I get out of there in just ten minutes, not many people there at this time of hour. Which is good, at least this side of city in the market is peaceful. Unlike the damn streets..yes.

I walk away outside, and see a man harassing girls, .. I eat a piece of vanilla ice cream. Because it made me feel good to see that market so peaceful.

That man however pissed me off, I lick the ice cream, and watch him..

He keeps going after the girls .. talking to them, asking to come with him. He will give them something nice. The little girls not over 12 tell him to back off pleas .. he tries to grab them. And does one of them, I can hear him whispering to that girl .. who tells him, "Pleas .. let me go." Her friend yells at him, "Let go of her!" And he does .. because some parent walks towards them, the man lets go of her. Saying to the parent, "Sorry!" "My mistake." "I thought they wanted to have money lol."

The parent looks at him angry, and annoyed .. the man walks away.

I follow him .. crushing the ice cream cone in my hands.

At the alley he walks there I hear him say, .. "That bitch .. when I find them again." "I'm kidnap her and force her to have sex with me." "I will rape her."

I take a steel pipe that's on the ground, conveniently, and attack him. His back turned at me, he hears my steps and turns around, I hit him in the head. Down, his stupid beard and fat skinny body. Drops to the ground, then I beat him to death with the steel pipe.

47 times in his head, hitting his head in.

Blood goes everywhere, I try not to get anything to my black jacket. As I hit him down so hard, he makes no sound as he dies.

After hitting him many times, I drop the steel pipe .. and walk off, saying, Stupid motherfucking bastard, filthy piece of shit. Trash bag. Try get kids now in hell. Hahah like hell wants a useless fucker like you. Go fuck yourself.

Stupid motherfucker.

I walk away, saying, .. Those kids can be little safer now. I grin, and walk away.

No one seems to care or find him. To be fair, I hit his fucking ugly stupid face and head in so hard, I bet you would never be able see that even coming.

I thought of taking the pipe with me, but it's a bit heavy so.. I can't be asked to carry it around. Like that damn steel rod. What's the difference the size that is what.

I'm going to clean my room tomorrow.

Walking past the lights, back to my apartment. I carry my store bought snacks with me, and eat some of them before falling a sleep.

I have always felt that those who don't know the difference between yes and no don't deserve to live.