I've watched my city for a long time. I've watched grow and develop into what it is today. Now you may think that, with how I've began this story, that I'm proud to call this city my home.
You've never been more wrong
Every morning I awoke to the blare of sirens. Wether they be ambulance, police or fire truck really varies. Most of the time it's police hauling the mayor off yet again for whatever trouble he's engaged himself in. Drug dealing, gang activity, robberies, murder. You name it, he's done it all. What's even more disgusting is that people keep voting for this man. Well one day, I'd had enough.
One morning I woke up and turned on the news. There he was again. Or at least his mug shot. The heading read: 'One million dollar bail paid by mayor's father to get his son out of jail for jumping a lady on the street.' "That's it," I said to myself. "I've got to fix this." I switched the T.V off and walked into my kitchen. I pulled a knife out of my knife said and tucked it into the inside pocket of my jacket, then left my apartment. "If you want to get rid of a weed," I mutter, "you gotta kill the root."
I walked up to the mayor's front door and knocked. His wife answered the door, and I drew my knife. Before she could scream, I thrust my knife through her throat, smiling as thick, red liquid poured out from the gap. I grabbed the corpse and dragged it inside, shoving it behind a coat rack.
Suddenly, I heard voices coming toward me. Beginning to panic, I slipped behind the same coat rack and crammed myself behind the mayor's wife's corpse. "I'm saying I'm sick and tired of getting you out of trouble," said a low, gravely voice.
"You don't have a choice," said another voice, who I recognized as the mayor. Pushing the deceased woman out of my way way I pulled the coats on the rack back a bit. I saw the mayor and his father. They were talking directly in front of my hiding place. I fixed my eyes on the mayor's father as he began to speak again.
"I do have a choice," he said. "In fact, I've decided to disown you." My jaw dropped, along with the mayor's. As the mayor's now ex-father to leave, his ex-son produced a knife. Before I could blink, the knife was thrown. It did a neat little spiral before lodging itself in the back of the old man, right at the center of his spine. He groaned before his knees folded and his dead body fell to the ground.
The mayor turned. Before he could walk away, I threw my own weapon. It made a beeline for the mayor. Everything else moved in slow motion. The knife made contact with the back of the mayor's neck with a loud click. Blood spurted out in all directions. The mayor's body fell backwards, then hit the ground with a loud thud.
I came out from behind the coat rack and yanked my knife out of his body. I grabbed the three bodies and hauled them upstairs. Opening a window, I dropped the bodies down into the dumpster conveniently waiting below. I smiled. "Politics is a cruel game," I said. I left that house with no regret.
The mayor's reign is over.
