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Yet another night, roaming these filthy streets. Littered with these filthy motherfuckers called people. Mindless I tell you. Whoever created these beings must have been drunk, because I sure as hell would have been if I created these beasts. Then again, I don't drink. That is one of the many disgusting things that these 'humans' have created to get rid of their problems. It obviously doesn't work though. But back to the story though…
Now…
I'm not really searching for anyone, just roaming, trying to block out my thoughts. They annoy me. They tell me to do things I don't wanna' do. Then again my thoughts aren't mine. They belong to the voices that live in my head. But that's a long story which I choose not to elaborate on, at least not now…
But like I was saying, I was just walking around the city, trying not to think…
"Oh my god! It's that guy! Look!" Some cheerleader said in her overly cheery voice. She pointed towards me and giggled. She was with her friends. Just like all the other motherfuckers who choose to mess with me. Her large blue, not-so-innocent eyes looks at me as if I were the lowest of the low. It really started to piss me off but I tried to ignore it since I was actually rather calm. But…
"Look at him! He is such a freak!" She continued. I stopped in mid-step and turned to her. We were about six-feet away from each other…
"What is a girl like you doing out here so late at night, let alone on streets like these," I said to her. My eyes pierced through her body from beneath my cloudy blue locks of hair. Her eyes widened as if she didn't expect me to respond. She took a few steps back and I took a few steps forward. Her friends all squealed and also backed away.
"I think you should say sorry…" One of her plainer, brunette looking friends whispered to her. She was shaking fiercely. A large toothy smirk played upon my face and I drew much closer. Once again they all backed away.
"I'm sorry!!! Leave us alone! I'll call the cops! Bastard!" She screamed. She drew her hands into feeble fists and started swinging. Of course I was much taller than this wench and pulled her over to me. Quickly, I drew then small pocketknife hidden in the pocket of my trench coat and placed it on her throat.
"You don't know who I am, do you?" I said to her in a low subtle voice. My smirk turned into a large toothy grin and I looked at all of her friends. I looked at them and saw large, shining tears stream down their pitiful faces. They amused me and only made my disgust for them only grow. I chuckled and then dragged the girl into the nearby alley. The whole time she struggled. Her body writhed and wiggled trying to escape. She feebly tried to pull my hand away from her throat but she was too weak, just like all the others.
Nowadays, killing didn't have the same feel as it used to.
Sometimes I regret moving…
I really hate to admit it but I'm starting to miss the wall monster. One of the few reasons I killed. I haven't been able to accomplish my true mission for moving away from there but I think it's about time I came back. I promised Squee I would anyway…
"…Argh!"
The girl elbowed me in the stomach, but it only tightened my grip around her. This was the final straw, I had to do it, weather I like it or not, I had to kill her right here and now. I knew there was a chance her little cronies might run off and tell the police but no one knows where I live so I may as well take the risk.
My knife dug into the girls' jugular vein and blood squirted everywhere soaking my arm and all her wretched bleach-blonde hair. She screeched and grasped for air, Her arms flailed around wildly but quickly her eyes shut and she became limp. I dropped her body dead body and came towards her friends whom had so blindly followed us into the alley. They too screamed.
At that moment… The world went silent. No cars, No people, No me, No them… All was silent and gone…
My mind began to race and I didn't really remember anything after that moment. It's been happening a lot lately when I kill people and that drives me crazy, I guess that's why killing isn't as fun anymore. I don't remember most of it or any of it in most cases. I just was lucky enough to remember killing that blonde girl though…
I'm not sure how long it had been but then I suddenly see four dead bodies before me: The blonde-headed girl, the brunette and the other two, none of which where really attractive in the first place with all the make-up and the other artificial crap.
Their mangled bodies lay strewn across the alley, now covered in blood, insides and the like. My little adrenaline rush disappeared as soon as it had come, but then again I didn't really have one, or at least that I remember since I didn't really remember what happened after I killed the blonde-headed girl. I quickly left the scene and made my way to a nearby bus stop and pretended like nothing happened, and once again it wasn't really that hard since I didn't really remember anything anyway.
As I was saying though…
Quickly, I left the scene and made my way to a nearby bus stop and ignored the screams of the passerby who noticed the bodies of the girls in the alley. Before I sat down, I dusted myself off and sat down beside some random person who gave me a fearful look. Maybe they knew it was I that killed those girls but it didn't really matter, if they snitched I would have killed them anyway, but then again there is another large chance I could be caught and arrested and such. I couldn't afford that of course.
…Vroom…
The old once white, but now graying bus pulls up before the stop and the person that once sat beside me quickly boards the bus. While the person fumbles around trying to deposit change into the ticket machine they look back at me with fearful eyes. Finally, after the bus driver gets frustrated and deposits the change for the person the bus swiftly drives off, burning rubber while departing. Apparently, the person told them to hurry because of the fear I might pounce on the bus and attack him.
He doesn't know me. I would never do that. I'm not that foolish.
Yet something told me inside to board the bus because it led me to a place where I was once very, very familiar. A place where I knew and cared for a certain someone that I kept a promise to…