My fucking house is gone!
Let me explain, some crazy motherfucker is going around setting places on fire. Apparently he escaped some mental ward or something. My house, and my neighbor's houses, were all burned to the ground. Luckily, I wasn't there when it happened and since I was out I had most of my necessary gear with me, but I kinda liked having a place to sleep too y'know. Anyway, I'm now living in the lair full-time.
Olivia and I are currently searching for the asshole who went around burning places down and hurting innocent people. We find him about to light a gas station on fire.
"Hey!" Olivia shouts, I punch the guy in the face when he turns around. Olivia grabs the lighter as I grab the guy and throw him into the empty streets. I throw a small gadget that opens into a large net above him, covering him and pinning him to the road.
I turn to face Olivia, she's holding a gasoline container. I couldn't have come up with better payback myself! The guy is still struggling under the net.
"You're the bad guy! You lie and call yourself a hero! You are no better than us! You are no better!" He angrily hisses at us. I'm sick of hearing his voice so I take the gas canister and start dumping it onto him.
"Fuck you, we don't kill people who in the first place didn't deserve to have their lives taken." Olivia states, I toss the empty canister away and take a step back. She turns on the lighter and drops it on him. We watch for a few minutes as the man writhes in pain and burns away with the net. Damn, now I need a new net.
"Travis," Olivia calls my attention to her. "We are just as bad as them, aren't we?" She asks, her sad look makes me frown too.
"No. They hurt and kill innocent civilians. We kill criminals." I tell her. She gives me a look that lets me know she probably doesn't believe that, but she drops it there.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay at my place, it's probably more comfortable and I'm sure my brother would love to have you around?" She asks, she asked me earlier and I turned it down. As much as I'd love to stay with her, I want to be somewhere familiar.
"No, the lair is fine. I have everything I need there." I tell her, and she frowns.
"Living where you work probably isn't a good idea." She says.
"I'll be fine honey." I reply. Shit, I didn't mean to call her that. I see her blush at it which only makes her cuter.
"Whatever you say, SWEETIE." She exaggerates the last word in an attempt to sound like a joke, but I can tell that deep down she meant it.
"Heh, come on, let's go before the cops show up." I say as we start walking away from the crime scene we've created.
God fucking damn it, now there's burnt human on my shoes.
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Karma Killings
General FictionA story that's told from the villain's perspective. A story that may make you wonder, who's side are you really on? Who is right and who is wrong?
