Unceal Crow: I Am A Monster (Completed)

XII

"I'm singing in the rain,
Just singing in the rain,
It's a glorious feeling,
And I'm happy again,
I'm laughing at clouds,
So dark up above,
The sun's in my heart,
And I'm ready for love"

I am dancing in the middle of the street to the song that is playing in my head, "Singing in the Rain". Looking up at the beautiful night sky. This is what living is all about. I hear the car horns from the people who are barley missing me with their cars. The night time does something to my soul, as it should for everyone's soul. When it gets dark only the strong survives and or the mentally disturbed, either or is fine.
I feel so alive right now. Can't help but keep a smile on my face and feel amazing. I am inching closer and closer to driving Stephanie Madonna insane, Tony Russo will be history, I can keep killing people, and on top of all of that I have gallons and gallons of milk at my house with the special ingredient, you know to give me an extra "boost" in confidence.
"Hey, FREAK GET OUT OF THE STREET!" A male voice yells out from the sidewalk. "There's people trying to drive!"
I hear the voice but I will not pay attention right now, I am in my own world.
"HEY YOU FUCKING IDIOT, I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!" The male voice again shouts.
"I'll get to you when my music stops playing." I reply back without looking in his direction. "It's almost done be patient." I resume dancing and enjoying my lovely music. People are so rude nowadays, I swear finding nice people like me is hard to find.
"THAT'S IT!" I hear the guy say and hearing footsteps follow after that. He got right next to me and starts to yell in my ear. "Get the fuck out of the street! Are you fucking retarded or somethin?"
I stop dancing and turn my music off. "Do you know how rude it is to interrupt classical music?" I say without looking in his direction.
"There's no music playing. You must be retarded." The guy replies back to me with a mocking tone.
"Retarded isn't politically correct. You know how the world is nowadays. Can you use the proper terminology?" I say still not looking in his direction.
"Whatever just get out of the fucking ..." just before he could finish his sentence, I grabbed the back of his neck, and squeeze has hard as I can. I squeeze so hard to the point he cannot move a muscle. We are face to face, eye to eye now. I pull my gun out of my waistband and put it to the side of his head.
"Do you want to know what my mom used to say about rude people?" I ask, at this point I am squeezing so hard I start to shake and my voice is a bit shaky as well. He doesn't answer my question.
"You don't know I guess?, well to be honest with you neither do I, cause I killed her!" I say as I start to laugh very loud and Obnoxious. "Back to my point, I don't like rude people okay? It really rubs me the wrong one. I am dancing, listen to my music, and minding my own business. What gives you the FUCKING RIGHT TO YELL AT ME AND CALL ME NAMES, HUH?"
The guy is now visibly shocked and scared.
"ANSWER ME!" I scream into his face.
"I don't know man please let me go. I'm sorry." He whispers.
"No! No! No! You had everything to say just a few minutes ago, and answer my question! NOW!" I say as I tighten my grip.
"I don't know man! No I guess! Just let me go, I have a wife and kids at home waiting on me! Please I need to see them." He cries out.
"Oh ... wow .. oh my good, you have a wife and kids?" I ask as I release my grip. "Why didn't you say anything man? Now, I feel bad here give me your phone real quick I would like to apologize to them for the inconvenience."
"My ... my phone?" He asks.
"Yes, yes your phone." I answer while motioning for his phone. "And let's get out of the street, don't want to get hit by a car or something, ya know?"
We start to head towards the sidewalk, and the guy hands me his phone. I go through his contacts and see the name "Wife" and I press call. The phone starts to ring and his wife answers right after the first ring.
"God damn it Bill! You have me and the kids worried sick about you! Where are you?! Are you okay?!" His wife asks sounding very concerned.
"Hi, my name is Unceal. Me and your husband Bill just met and I was calling to tell you that he has been in a very bad accident." I say as I look at Bill and I can see the life live his eyes.
"A bad accident?! What happened?!" OH MY GOD." She yells into the phone.
"There's nothing to worry about." I say. "Your husband will be fine as long as you and the ambulance get here at 1224 Maryland Blvd. You sound like a wonderful person and if your husband survives this, tell him to be more nice to the "mentally ill" people. Take care." I say as I hand the phone back to Bill and I walk away. As I turn my head I point the gun back at him and fire five shots in his direction. I know I hit a few bullets cause I hear him cry out in pain. Rude people will have to learn a lesson sooner or later right?