* Clears her throat * This chapter can be overlooked if you're reading this story, seeing as how it's my own personal views on what's been happening' the past couple of weeks, but in John's P.O.V. You wanna know what I think? Read on…
Nothing
Morning and it's my day off.
For the first time in my life, I don't feel anything. No emotion right now is flowing through me, no righteous fury to go after those punk motherfucks that decided they were gonna try to mess with America and blow up the World Trade Center Towers (The Taliban and Osama bit off a HELL of a lot more then they can chew, if you ask me, and they'll end up choking themselves to death on it within a few months, of course, but not without a little help,) No love for Sam, or myself, no hate for Bailey.
Nothing at all.
Is this what it feels like, not to have a conscience? To be a sociopath? The next time I get an opportunity to talk with Jack if he doesn't kill me first I'll have to ask him.
I don't bother turning on the news. All that's going to be on there are the smoldering ruins of those two buildings, with hundreds –if not thousands- of rescue workers trying their hardest to find someone that's attempting to dig their way out of the ruins, trying to find any sign of life.
I wish them the best of luck, but hope is growing dim.
The death toll has climbed to around 6,000 people. I have to wonder if Osama's laughing his ass off about the whole thing, doing a little happy dance in front of his brainwashed worshippers and thumbing his nose at us, saying, basically, 'I told you so! Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-NYAH!!!' I'm almost positive he is. I find it funny though, that he can't even seem to hold onto people in his own country for support, instead pleading with the Pakistanis to help him fight against our armed forces. Shows you how much he has going for him. Personally, I would die for the chance to see him roasted slowly over a nice warm fire.
Was that an emotion? I smile. I think that was.
I think that was vengeance.
I think of that letter Osama wrote to a media outlet a couple of days ago, and my smile turns into a smirk.
You'd better hope Allah's gonna help you crush us 'infidels', asshole, 'cause you sure as hell won't be able to do it by yourself and 50,000 of your half-baked followers.
We'll see you soon.
A/N: It's scary, isn't it…If I was over there (Afghanistan) and I was sayin' the stuff I am now, my ass would be treated to a nice messy public execution with all the fixin's! Ah, to be hated…