Unceal Crow: I Am A Monster (Completed)

XI

   The time is now 9:50pm. I should head over to the abandoned shelter. I look at myself in the mirror of a corner store, make sure I look alright, make sure my gun is fully loaded, and fix my clothes. Yeah, now I'm ready to die. If there's a group of people in this shelter I should be ready for any and everything. Honestly, I hope this is a setup just put me out  of my misery. Let me go to where I belong. Let me meet my true father and my soul burn with his forever. That's what I want right now. Even though, I'm having so much fun I just know this life thing will never be for me.
   You know when I went to the army I thought I would die. I thought I would just finally be laid to rest and finally gain peace. The only time I have peace is when I have my gun in my hand, and making people feel useless. Other than that I don't know what to do with myself. I need to cause pain to feel good about myself. I need people to fear me, I feed off of fear. That's why I live in Murderers Row. I don't like Fancy cars, with a big house with ten bathrooms, friends, and whatnot. I want to hear the women crying for their lives, I want to hear gunshots ring through the beautiful night, Hearing kids cry warms my heart, seeing the dead bodies afterwards, hearing the panic of the news anchor the next morning, and everybody giving up. See. without hearing that I WOULD GO MAD!
   Where would we be without violence? It's apart of every great story. It is engraved in our history as human beings. Jesus Christ? Beaten to death, nailed to a cross, and rose from the dead three days later. Julius Caesar? Assassinated by conspirators. The schools tell us about each world war that we had. We are groomed to be violent from a young age. Us humans and other primates we choose to fight and kill each other. Clarksville doesn't want to accept that fact. The people of Clarksville will never stop me or people like me and I am happy to kill more people to get my point across.
  
   I walk in the shelter, it smelled really nice for a shelter that has been abandoned for so long. It is so quiet in here like nobody is here. The street lights are my only lights at this point. There's a door leading down to the basement. I look down the stairs and see some light on. Might as well head down. Closing my eyes before I go down, I see all the wrong I've done in my life flash in my head. So much blood, seeing Stephanie crying, hearing Stephanie's husband mistress cry, seeing the fear in her little boy, hearing my mother cry out to me as I stabbed her, and me laughing about it. Now it's time to face my consequences.
   Walking down the stairs I hear talking. Sounds like a large amount of people, I doubt I can take them all on. Something doesn't seem right about this whole thing. I catch a few words like
   "Did you hear? Unceal is coming." "I can't wait to see him! I've been dreaming about this moment for months!" "Sandra is always lying to us! She didn't meet Unceal today. Nobody has seen him. Besides that bitch Stephaine."
   I make it to the bottom of the stairs and all of the talking stops. All eyes are on me. It looks like they've all seen a ghost. I have my right hand behind my back on my gun, waiting for somebody to move wrong. This staring session is going on longer than expected. It would be better if they would attack me instead of staring at me like I don't have a head. While I wait for somebody to break the ice I take a look at my surroundings. This place is a dump. It's a huge basement with one flat screen tv, one long table in the middle of the basement, a stage with a poldem on it, and a kitchen from what I can see. The floor is fucking disgusting looks like somebody stepped in shit and walked it all over the floor, it smells like it too. I love it.
   "Hey UNCEAL! You made it!" A familiar voice came from the back of the crowd. "Why are you all just standing there?! It's Unceal, that's the real him." I heard the voice as it moved through the crowd. It was Sandra wearing a black hoodie, with black jeans, black boots, and a scar from her face to her ear just like mine. I don't know if I should find this cute or creepy. Soon as Sandra made it to the front of the group everybody grabbed a napkin from their pockets and began to wipe their face very hard. Rubbing as if they had a terrible itch. The first lady I saw get done first had a scar on her face just like mine. So did the man next to her, the man next to him, so on and so on. Now I'm starting to think this cult thing is real and I don't know how to process this.
   "What the fuck is going on here?" I ask with my hand still on my gun.
   "Exactly what I told you at the store today. We are here because of you." Sandra says with a huge smile on her face.
   "So, what do you want from me then?" I ask.
   "We want to help you get rid of the problem in clarksville. Kill whoever you want us to kill. Do whatever you want us to do. We are your family Unceal, we are all apart of you." She answers.
    So, I was right a group of lackeys that'll do anything I say? That just like me and want to look like me? This will make my job even easier. I can get rid of my past friends besides Frank and Otis, I like them. They're more valuable than Biltz and Johnathan. I can easily replace them people like them come a dime a dozen. I'll get Biltz to kill Johnathan and have one of these idiots kill Biltz. You know what my first plan of attack is right? Attacking Tony Russo's money. We're going to rob a bank.

   I walk through the crowd of people, and walk towards the stage. Getting on the poldem as I clear my throat. What the fuck am I doing? What am I going to say? Why am I here? I guess I'm in the moment so why not? I can improvise a speech get these people to love me even more and sell them false hope.
   "As you all know my name is Unceal Crow. Son of Jenna and Adam Crow." As I say my parent's names the crowd erupted into boos. "I know they aren't the most popular people in this town some of you all probably know them for all the wrong reasons."
   "Yeah the son of a bitches wrongly prosecuted me. So why should we trust you?" A random guy said in the crowd.
   "Excuse me, what is your name?" I ask politely.
   "Tom, Tom Bullock." He answers.
   I pull out my gun and shoot Tom in the hand. "Well, Tom, I'm a little bit crazy for starters so you shouldn't trust me. Secondly, I just shot you so you certainly shouldn't trust me. Lastly, because I'm the one who killed my parents in cold blood. If it wasn't for me you'll still being getting wrongly prosecuted." I say as I clear my throat once again. "Back to what I was saying I'll like to welcome you all to a new day. A day where people like us are on top. A day the voiceless finally gets a voice. We are going to be heard! No more being ignored. No more being written off as just being "mentally ill". We are more complex than that! We all know who we are on the inside and that's a crazy thing to the people on the outside looking in at us! We are the chosen ones! Our first point of attack is to attack Lakesides bank. That bank is run by Tony Russo and I've just learned that Tony Russo was funding Nathan Leo's mental ward. The same mental ward all of us have been to! SO WE MUST KILL TONY RUSSO AND HIT HIM WHERE IT HURTS THE MOST!" I announce as I kick the poldem over and jump off stage. I lock eyes with Sandra tears in her eyes and an evil smile on her face. The place is going nuts. I guess I know how to get into people's souls.