Karma Killings

Chapter 3

"Shit!" I yell as I run from my workbench. The device on it explodes, sparks and fire are coming off it when I turn around.
"Why won't it stop fucking exploding!?!" I yell at it in frustration.
The device I've been tinkering with all day keeps just blowing up in my face. Why do stupid people always have to destroy my shit? Whatever, they'll all be dead someday. I'm hoping I can kill them sooner rather than later though. I manage to put out the flames and decide to go take a walk, maybe I can kidnap some shitty person to torture while I'm out. Once my disguise is on I press my hand to the wall of my lair and it opens, when I walk out the door closes behind me and blends into the wall again and I start walking.
Step by step I walk through the empty seeming city, it's night already and even though the lights may still be on, most people in this part of the city have already gone home and don't plan on coming out again until daybreak. I take my usual path, going past buildings and through alleys and crossing empty roads, the stop lights might as well be off if nobody's going to use them. I walk so much nowadays that following this path is just as natural as breathing now. I walk to take my mind off things, things like broken parts that I can't seem to fix again. I can build a spaceship better than NASA and I can create plenty of new inventions but I can't fix a stupid gadget, what the hell kind of logic is that?
I stop walking when I hear footsteps behind me.
"Stop and give me all your money." I hear from behind me. I turn around slowly and see a small man with a gun in his hand and what looks to be a bag of cash. What kind of greedy piece of shit steals money from somewhere and then tries to steal more from people on the street?
"You really want to threaten me?" I ask him, he keeps staring at me as he cocks the gun.
"Your choice." I tell him. I reach into my cloak to pretend I'm getting out money, but what I really do is pull out a trap. I throw it at him just after activating it, I watch his expression turn to surprise when gets wrapped up in wires within seconds.
"You know, I once heard a saying about putting your money where your mouth is. Maybe we should try that?" I suggest, mostly to myself, as I pick up the bag of money. I then pull out a handful of coins and start shoving them in the man's mouth, I shove them down his throat forcing him to swallow. He's crying and letting out muffled screams.
"Having fun?" I ask sarcastically. "Back in the day people who stole used to have their hands cut off." I tell him, then I pull out a hidden hatchet and bring it down on his arm, his screams of pain are muffled with money, and I do the same to the other arm.
"This is what you get for being a piece of shit to people." I tell him, he might be trying to say something but he's too busy choking on coins for me to know what. Then I walk away and start heading back to my lair. I think instead of fixing the gadget I'll just make it into an explosive trap instead.