The Stories of the Sufferers

A New Day, A New Victim

Michael encountered a desolate electric scooter on a patch of grass to the left of the sidewalk. It was not the electric scooter used for public transportation, but rather, it was owned by a specific person who did not seem to be around, at the moment. The base color was black, and it had red stripes to the side, giving it a sick look.

Oh man, I've always wanted these fuckers.

The immorality all mankind possesses invaded his mind, body, and soul. Michael was going to bring that baby home.

The owner of the scooter deliberately planted the scooter there. He, too, was taken over by wickedness.

Michael went over to the scooter, placed his hands on the handles, and his feet on the deck. He shifted it a centimeter and burst into flames.

The powerful bomb stole all of his limbs, forcing them to depart from their rightful places.

Who will the next victim be?

It's short, but it has a good message. Don't forget to vote!