Cosmic Killer

How to relate to a Psycho Bird

Today started out like any Sunday morning.

 I woke up, brushed my hair a bit with my fingers, grabbed my two sizes too small jacket, and my bag of possessions to head to work. The voices inside my head were arguing about what flavor of cake we should steal today for our meal, but I just ignored them. So yeah, totally normal.

Anyways, I'm walking to work. As I'm walking, I see some birds fighting over a doughnut. Naturally, I walked right past them. But I couldn't get the image out of my head. It's like my brain was telling me that it was okay to fight for food. But I knew deep down I would never fight someone for it...

Out of curiosity, I turned back to witness the end of the bird fight. I saw one bird happily pecking at his prize, but the other, a massacred in a pile of blood, muscles and feathers. I was somehow unfazed by this gruesome sight, and that bothered me. Why was my face not twisted in fear by this psycho bird? Why wasn't my brain telling me that this was bad? But more importantly... Why wasn't the bird feeling any remorse about killing his little friend? 

Whatever the reason, I wasn't going to be late to work thinking about it. I turned around a corner away from the bird, and looked at the ground to avoid another sight like that. I noticed that the voices in my head were still arguing.

Chocolate is much better than vanilla! 

Oh shut up.. You don't know anything!

I know more than you you idiot.

Were the same person. So if I'm an idiot it makes you one too!

WELL THAT DOESN'T MATTER IF WE JUST GET VANILLA!!!

Is it weird that I hear these voices? No. the voices say it's normal. Although petty arguments like this get annoying fast. I spun around another corner and briskly walked up the front door of Starbucks. Today was going to be a good day, I was going to get paid, and get some vanilla cake, (yes I decided on vanilla) and today was also the day I was going to muster up the courage to ask my coworker, and best friend, Jason on a date. Yes, your little Cosmia is growing up. 

What are you, like 19 now? You've never been on your first date?

Yes. But neither have you.

Fair enough.

I slid my hand around the door handle on the front door of Starbucks and pulled it open. To my surprise, my boss was talking to a police officer. His hands were shaky, his forehead beaded with sweat. the officer was scribbling every word he said on a note pad. The officer seemed to cringe more and more as my boss continued, and my boss seemed to get more and more scared as he talked.

I slowly walked up to them and asked"What's going on?" 

The officer took off his hat and placed it on his chest, then turned to me. "I'm afraid your coworker Jason has been murdered." He muttered softly.

My eyes widened, then my gaze slowly drifted to my feet. Who would do that? Who would even want to kill Jason? The officer placed a hand on my shoulder, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek and fall on my dirty, small shoes. The tear fell in such a way that it washed away a patch of dirt on my shoes that looked like a heart. It seemed fitting, considering the situation. 

"D-do you k-know... W-who" I could barely get the words out of my mouth. "Do y-you know who k-killed him?" 

The officer shook his head and put his hat back on. "I'm sorry Miss, but whoever did this was a professional." He scratched his nose. "There were no finger prints, no footprints, no evidence he was murdered at all, except for the corpse." 

My boss looked away and cringed. "The body was found massacred, with blood, muscles and skin everywhere." 

I froze. Not because I thought that was gross, but because That sounded like the exact image burned in my mind from the psycho bird... and how he mercilessly pecked the other to death. And how it didn't phase me...

"I have to go." I quickly mumbled. I needed to think about this for a while... 

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HEY GUYZ!!

so yeah, what do you think of this first chapter? is it good? (God I hope you think it's good...) I'm going to try to incorporate some humor into this as well, but for now its kind of serious.

*serious face* *starts laughing* Yeah I can't be serious for even 3 seconds...

Well anyways, if you're liking this, gimme some feedback in the comments! Thx!

Galaxy~

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