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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 5:46 pm
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I injected the drain-o into the sleeping bum's arm and skimpered off before he could wake up screaming as his inner arteries melted and flooded his system like a water balloon. I don't know why I do this, I mean, I know why I tell myself I do this. I'm a cop, and cops need to clean up the streets, so here I am cleaning these streets.
These bums are filthy, homeless people are just lazy, they live off of us like parasites.
So being a parasite, I feel the urge to dispose of them as such. Although I'll admit I didn't have to rape that girl. She wasn't even homeless, just past curfew.
But that's okay, because if she says anything I'll know before I get arrested, and I'll kill her and her parents. I made sure she knew this too.
The night is cold this evening, and I can see my breath like a fog in front of me. Sometimes I imagine the fog is the future, maybe we'll all just end up as fog in the end. I really have no idea why I think this, it doesn't even make sense; but I really don't care, it gives something pretty to think about while I'm cleaning the city.
Maybe we'll all just end up as fog.
I'll continue this, I swear; but don't expect linear continuations on anything else for a while. I want to write from a bad guys point of view. Make them seem human.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 6:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 6:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 3:52 pm
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