When you hold that silvery metal in your hand and slowly squeeze the trigger, you wait for what seems like an eternity for that bullet to reach its destination and cause the destruction that you desired so desperately.
I like this feeling the power you hold the excitement of hunting your prey then waiting for them to try and track you, try and kill you.
It reached its destination I knew this by the now echoing silence and the slight red splatter on my normally incredible white shoes. But this doesn't bother me because I now how to clean my lovely shoes just some warm soap and water and a bit of a gentle scrub is all it takes.
Its done. I tried not to do it but now it is done. And I cant change the fact this death was my fault but it was for the "good of humanity" or so I say to myself. I need to keep myself sane keep up an appearance so this is what I tell myself it was all for the best.
I need to go and clean my shoes now these are my best ones after all.
"Jessie you are late again how many times dinner is at 6, thats when it is served hot and not cold" the voice screamed at the arrival who had just entered the manor.
The figure followed where the voice had come from, finding the speaker standing in the kitchen.
"All you have to do is ring me or your sisters and tell us you are going to be late its not that hard maybe we should set up a a tin can and string system, maybe modern technology isn't for you" The voice yelled in mock anger.
no response the figure didn't even look up from the ground they were staring at like they were transfixed by there incredibly clean white shoes.
"Hello earth to jessieā¦. Jessie Please tell me you are staring at those shoes wondering why you bought them"
Suddenly the figure snapped out of its daze. "Aunt Piper these shoes are cool ill have you know."
