Copy Cat
Epilogue
December 31, 1999 at 11:59 pm in New York City. All around me sacks of worthless meat trying their best just to coexist, all living their pathetic lives in blissful ignorance. Each one chanting with the tick of time in synchronization with the massive clock. They all deserve be in pieces and rotting on the ground they stand. Wasting their time excited as time passes not realizing the fact that their end draws nearer with every passing second. Their tiny existences' have no other value other than to entertain those of us who truly wish to live. Us, the outcasts of society, the killers, the thieves, and and the overall rule breakers. Their sense of "morality" that keeps them clinging to each other for the sake of convenience. However, none of them are quite deserving of my sharp end. No, they are nothing compared to the target in my sights. Yes, the man who stands just a few feet away from me in a mangled black hoodie and torn blue jeans. Mingled in with the crowd, he seamlessly blends in, except for one thing, his aura. For some odd reason I have an overwhelming urge to drive my blade through his chest. I have never before been so excited, maybe this will be the kill that finally makes me feel, feel whole.
He crept his arms up to his hood and pulled it down to reveal a disfigured face. The skin rapidly melted off revealing the bubbling flesh and blood underneath. Why was no one else noticing the man or even batting an eye? The oddness of the situation left a pit in my stomach as I inched ever so closer. I jumped back when he suddenly jolted his head to heavens. His arms extended out to their limits to his left and right and he began to yell.
"I am here my Lord! I have done as you commanded, this canvas will soon be clean so that you may paint once more! I am your faithful servant and look forward to joining yo-", his voice shrived away, as his eyes opened widely in surprise. He rotated his head revealing a bloody surface with a barely recognizable face. His eyes darted towards me and the kitchen knife now half way inside of his back. In anger he shouted, "Little boy, do you think I am human? I cannot die so easily!". He jolted towards me and wrapped his fingers around my neck. "Amusing, a little eight year old child thinks he can kill me. You are nothing!", he spit in my face. Each breath became more difficult to take than the last. The life slowly drained away from me every second without breath. As my vision began to fade, I noticed the man's chest and pointed towards it. "stupid child what are you going on about?", he looked down to reveal a large hole in the mans chest. The hole rapidly spread leaving behind nothing in its path. He let go and I hit my ass on the ground hard. His expression of anger quickly faded as one of fear replaced it. "You, what did you do to me? I cant die! I cant die! What are you?". His entire body dissipated and a loud clank of steel crashing to the ground followed. My entire body pulsated with energy. What is this amazing blissful feeling? I feel it, I feel whole. And my joy changed tune when the energy did not stop. Wait no, its too much.
The crowd shouted " Three! Two! One!". And then silence erupted and from that moment on, the city that never sleeps, would never again awaken.
