I would make them pay, ALL of them. Everyone who's ever hurt me, anyone who's ever laughed. They would pay and I would make them. It was simple really, I knew who to start with and I knew how I was going to do it. My dad was so careless sometimes, he just leaves his keys lying around and, who knows exactly WHAT goes missing. But I knew, and I was going to make sure HE knew soon enough.
He was the first. It was sad, really - I thought he'd put up a better fight like he usually did when it was a 'game' but he didn't. He just sat there and took a bullet to the head, 'BANG!', just like that and his brains were spread all over the floor.
She was next, all those years of torture and torment. All those visits to the doctor and the cries of 'I'm sorry!'. All those excuses. She was more satisfying, she screamed. I put my hand around her mouth and she bit down but I didn't let go, 'BANG! BANG!' and she was gone too.
Then all of them went down. They ran around and screamed like little chickens with their heads cut off while I just laughed. I had locked the doors and activated the defense system without tripping the silent alarm. Then I picked them off one-by-one, watching them fall like the targets I had practiced on so many times.
Finally was him. I got him while he was working. He didn't even notice me until I cocked the gun and even then he didn't know it was me, he didn't THINK about who it was. He asked me what I wanted, if I wanted him to autograph it for me and, in a sense, I did. When he had finished the 'autograph', I was done. All my hatred was gone but for one inkling, one tiny hint of loathing left in my premature body. So I smiled, and pulled the trigger.
