Random Crap My Brain Thinks Of

Random Story

There once lived a man and a woman. They loved each other as much as two serial killers could. They shared their murderous habits, and held hands as they carried out their crimes. Then one day, the tables turned. The woman was shot. Dead. The man mourned as only a killer could. He promised himself he'd see her again. The lives of a thousand evil men, and he would have her back. So nine hundred and ninety-nine lives he took, and as the bullet shot through the heart of his nine-hundred and ninety-ninth victim, he checked how many bullets he had remaining. One. Perfect. He raised the gun. He'd see her again. He put it to his head. They'd be together again. He put his finger on the trigger. Click. Bang. He fell to the ground. Thud. The gun clattered to the floor. Clank. Blood trickled from the wound and pooled around his head. Drip. He smiled weakly. Gag. He'd see her again now. Cough. Last breath. Dead. He took the lives of nine hundred and ninety-nine men. Men just like him. Then, bang. A thousand evil men lay dead, their souls roaming endlessly, but one held the hand of a woman. A woman he loved as much as any murderer could

I wrote this while listening to Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge so that's where my inspiration came from. I don't know why my brain wanted me to write this, but it exists now I guess. I hope whoever reads this likes it.