Piece

Silence

I wake up again, from my dream. This time I see the child away from me, he tells me to follow him. I do, and then as I walk through the stairs up, that same child grabs my hand. And says to me softly.. "Come on let's get going!" "Your life is not yet over."

It was the first time he said that to me, I feel less bad. Everytime I see that it makes me feel better. Idk why and I still don't know who that child is. And I'm starting to think I never will.

I wake up get on with my new day again, and expecting the news flash of 10 people killed, murdered and .. ripped apart? My mind is still hazy, I can't remember much but that those 10 were going to attack me, did they see me before? No. I don't reckon to see them at all. Wtf? Was I taken over by someone? Or something? I'm talking like a serial killer wtf is wrong with me, no serial killer or any murderer could do what I did, and have done. 10 evil people and fuckers died tonight. Did they belong to biker gang? Who gives a fuck. They are already dead.

Grabbing my morning snacks, and eat my fill of what's left. I head outside, as usual I see the news article, (Mass murder people of ten killed outside the club's valley.) (Witness heard screams and a gun shot, and ran there after hearing that shot.) (People in the club got there first.) (No one saw who did that horrible thing, however a guy who was shot in the head, was recognized by the club members, he had said his gang wants to have fun.) (And went outside, looks like that fun got you killed.)

I look at the article, (Police say they think it is the same guy who ran off from them, after the man was attacked.) (If that's true they might have as well been, meeting, seeing and trying to catch this vigilante, / hero / mass murderer and a killer who is responsible of every single of the killings, that has been discovered so far.) (If this is true the police are outmatched, citizens are urged to avoid confronting the guy who wears black jacket.) (That does not help at all, many wear the black jackets. But this is all we have been given to, as of now.)

This news article, it's been written by another of the reporters or what? They are really into this..

What will they think when they see that massacre? I wonder, shaking in their pants? Boots? Idk what they wear anymore..

Real life violence has nothing to do with me.

I walk through the street, heading to get me a meal, but this time I won't go to same spot, I will go around the city plaza. Checking some dining places, not that I got bored of going to my meal place, I just need to check around the city. To find my next target.

I dine in one of the diners, get myself some random order, asking, "What's your best low calorie dish?" And take that, smiling as usual I go around the tables, sit down and eat my supper. It tastes good, not sure what's in it. Wish I had a real life sheep to talk to.

Now getting up and taking my leave, after they tell me "You can leave the plates there," I thank them and leave. It did not cost much at all like 20 dollars. I set my foot on the road again, this time I want to buy me a new weapon, knuckle dusters. at the nearby self-defense shop, I know they sell all kinds of combat stuff, but you need to be over 18 to buy it. Otherwise show your ID. With me however that won't necessary. I walk in fast, not letting my prey to get away, and buy the knuckle dusters. Gold color, there is no need for something more. The cashier there looks at me funny, as I say to him, "Hey so I need to buy some knuckle dusters, can you help me out?" He says, "Yes sir, which one's you'd like to have?" I say to him, "Any color will do," I lie clearly bating him, he says, "Oh well then in that case .. how about this." He shows me gold lined knuckle dusters, I look at him as he says, "These are affortable and expensive at the same time, the true value comes from how sturdy they are, and their impact power is.." I stop him mid sentence and say, "I take it." "Thanks." He is surprised, but happy to oblige, "Well sir that will be you know .. what I give you a sale here, I like you a lot." "Here you can have them on 30% off."

I smile saying, "Ok, that sounds, good thank you!" He answers back at me, "clearly flirting" "Happy fighting."

I walk off funny smiling at him, as I take my leave. Putting the knuckle dusters to my pocket. Heading to exit.

Walking through the city plaza on my way out. I see a boy who runs towards me, there are no people around. Where did he come from? He runs at me, and stops me. Saying to me, "Pleas help me!" I stop letting him fall on to me. He is a little child, I ask him, "What's wrong?"

The child looks at me saying who is a boy, "I was almost raped .. by that evil man in there.." he looks behind himself, no one is there. He turns at me and says, "I.. I got away .. it seems but he is that way .. p.. pleas help me .. if he comes back for me, he will take me and.." I stop his crying, telling him, "It's alright now." "I take care of him, you just head to your home." "Here" "I give him cash about 40 bucks," "Here is some money for your troubles, buy yourself something nice." "Relax I will take him down." "You will not see him ever again, including anyone else who may try hurt you." "Understand me?" "Little guy."

He looks at me with radiating face, and says to me, "Oh.!" "Oh my god thank you!" "I.." "I want to give you something in return I.." I touch his shoulder just a little with my black gloves, and say to him.. "You can go now, that's what I want from you in return," I smile at him faintly. He smiles at me hard, clearly feeling better. And comfortable, and runs off. "T.." "Thank you so much sir!" I watch him run and then walk away .. he is a cute boy. Now then time to end that piece of shit who tried touching him. I walk fast towards the direction, that boy pointed towards to. There after shortly walking crossing the exit of the building and city plaza, near the street corner I see him. The man who looks around, not seeing me yet I attack him.

Putting on my knuckle duster, hitting his face in, with one of them in my hand. He falls down hard to the corner, and I punch him again in his swollen ugly face, and beat him to death. 83 times, in his face, repeatedly. Blood goes literally everywhere, the steel boned duster gets bloodied, made of gold flow .. and this rapists face breaks apart and his head splits open. As I smash my fists into his ugly rotten face. I take the other knuckle duster, to my other hand and say to him.. "Try to get him again fucking worthless bastard."

I beat the shit out of him with the other knuckle duster, over 44 times and repeatedly hit his face in his fat face turns to mush. As I rage in letting my hatred, overflow me down. And make this guy suffer, and beat him down hard until he dies. 136 times I hit his face in. It was so many, his face and head, was almost disappeared. All that was left of his ugly face was bloody cushion of meaty, filled blood. His face was fucking gone. Blood went to my face too, and side of my jacket top, my neck. The knuckle dusters were good value, the sweet clerk did not lie, but they were so filled with blood, I had to wrap my cloth around them both. And use another wipe my face clean. And shut down my jacket, to avoid blood being seen at all. I put on my hood, and walked away. Leaving the no face man, behind. Exiting the corridor, and corner faced with alley. I have always wanted to do this. And now finally I did it. "Almost too easy.." I said to myself. As I walked away.. I definitely lost it, the amount of hits I gave that fucking bastard was fucking insane. Hardly anything left of his trashy ugly muddy face. Haha I laugh as I walk away .. can't wait to read about this one next.

Returning to my place, I look a bit behind the plaza, I don't see the kid or anyone in a need of help. Smiling little yet turns sour, I walk to my home .. not looking back at me or the people who cross me, at all. Another day has come done.