Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own this, that right goes to some body else.
My Demons Lain Before Me
"I came to get you," the angry man stood poised to beat the man that so nearly
ended this man's beloved wife. "Make no mistake about that, you die by my hand."
"And what makes you think a filthy mutant like you is gonna get anything
less than a lynching for killing me, a human, your better." Spat the other man.
"If it makes you feel any better, she was good." He smiled. "Just
like a real woman." He said as he licked his beer tainted lips.
"If you are trying to make me any angrier at you," The first man said calmly.
"It won't work. So what? My wife is a mutant, so was your's, is that why you killed Linda?"
"You shut up about Linda, she deserved everything she got, just hope those kids
of mine didn't get her disease." He said as he sipped at his seventh beer.
"I doubt that she deserved what you did, animal. My wife didn't ither, she was painting
a wall, she was washing the paint off when you decided for her that
she should spend the rest of her life blind, boucing between surgery and
therapy, that the last sight she saw was you pushing into her!" The first man yelled
growing angry.
"Whut? You think I'm afraid of you? Freak!" The second man drawled drunkenly.
"I know the very mention of my name scares you enough to stop your beating heart." He
said. "Or otherwise I wouldn't have had to hunt you down to a roach infested bar
in Mexico." It was the first man's turn to smile. "Have your last drink, I
don't kill a man to stupid to defend himself."
"Why not?" The second man asked. "I fucked your stupid bitch." He vomited as
he pulled an old .85 out of his jeans. "Who's gonna die now? I'll kill you,
then I'll go back to finish the job I botched."
"You cocky son of a bitch!" The first man exclaimed. "I gave you a chance
to fight fair."
"Who's scared now?" The second man mocked. " The big, bad ol' mutie is afraid of a
little iron! Pow! Your dead!" He said as he fired.
"Like I havn't been shot before." The second man growled nearly more
savage than notible. "I'm afraid you're already dead. Look Down."
"Huh? I don't see no.."
Then nothing but a crack as a judo kick decapitated the man, as the septim of his
nose was relocated to a warm spot in his brain.
"I would have enjoyed tourturing you, like you did my wife, monster."
The first man said as he tipped his hat. "I just didn't think you
worth the effort. You're not even worth worm food."
Then the man walked away. For once, being a mutant wasn't what was against him.
The fact of the matter is, he's five miles from Texas, he's not Mexican, and
niether goverment can prosicute him. That man now dead, with his nose snouted,
and his eyes now being licked by flied on the bar floor, Nobody misses him.
Nobody on this earth cares to miss him. And if nobody misses him, nobody
asks where he is.
A shallow victory at least for our first man, but at least no one else
can get hurt by that sick man. The question at hand is, How can the first man
sleep at night, being the only soul to lay witness to his deed? Is he any better
that the second man, when he just killed his problem too?
End.
My Demons Lain Before Me
"I came to get you," the angry man stood poised to beat the man that so nearly
ended this man's beloved wife. "Make no mistake about that, you die by my hand."
"And what makes you think a filthy mutant like you is gonna get anything
less than a lynching for killing me, a human, your better." Spat the other man.
"If it makes you feel any better, she was good." He smiled. "Just
like a real woman." He said as he licked his beer tainted lips.
"If you are trying to make me any angrier at you," The first man said calmly.
"It won't work. So what? My wife is a mutant, so was your's, is that why you killed Linda?"
"You shut up about Linda, she deserved everything she got, just hope those kids
of mine didn't get her disease." He said as he sipped at his seventh beer.
"I doubt that she deserved what you did, animal. My wife didn't ither, she was painting
a wall, she was washing the paint off when you decided for her that
she should spend the rest of her life blind, boucing between surgery and
therapy, that the last sight she saw was you pushing into her!" The first man yelled
growing angry.
"Whut? You think I'm afraid of you? Freak!" The second man drawled drunkenly.
"I know the very mention of my name scares you enough to stop your beating heart." He
said. "Or otherwise I wouldn't have had to hunt you down to a roach infested bar
in Mexico." It was the first man's turn to smile. "Have your last drink, I
don't kill a man to stupid to defend himself."
"Why not?" The second man asked. "I fucked your stupid bitch." He vomited as
he pulled an old .85 out of his jeans. "Who's gonna die now? I'll kill you,
then I'll go back to finish the job I botched."
"You cocky son of a bitch!" The first man exclaimed. "I gave you a chance
to fight fair."
"Who's scared now?" The second man mocked. " The big, bad ol' mutie is afraid of a
little iron! Pow! Your dead!" He said as he fired.
"Like I havn't been shot before." The second man growled nearly more
savage than notible. "I'm afraid you're already dead. Look Down."
"Huh? I don't see no.."
Then nothing but a crack as a judo kick decapitated the man, as the septim of his
nose was relocated to a warm spot in his brain.
"I would have enjoyed tourturing you, like you did my wife, monster."
The first man said as he tipped his hat. "I just didn't think you
worth the effort. You're not even worth worm food."
Then the man walked away. For once, being a mutant wasn't what was against him.
The fact of the matter is, he's five miles from Texas, he's not Mexican, and
niether goverment can prosicute him. That man now dead, with his nose snouted,
and his eyes now being licked by flied on the bar floor, Nobody misses him.
Nobody on this earth cares to miss him. And if nobody misses him, nobody
asks where he is.
A shallow victory at least for our first man, but at least no one else
can get hurt by that sick man. The question at hand is, How can the first man
sleep at night, being the only soul to lay witness to his deed? Is he any better
that the second man, when he just killed his problem too?
End.