My droogs and I walked into the convention with me in the middle. Once we were inside the place all of a sudden got smaller. The place was packed with people wearing costumes. It was as if Halloween early only these people had no life. We went through the crowd with ease all thanks to the guards, if it wasn't for them we would have been 'loved' to death. The crowd cheered and jeered (there are those that hate our show) as we got to the Autograph table.
It only took a minute for me to dread this as I sat down on the seat. The sheep ( that's what I call the fans) lined up for the signing. I noticed I was the longest. As usual when I'm at a convention, I smile, sign, bear with the adoration then repeat. It was like being back in the theater before I burned it to the ground when they fired me for snapping at a customer. I just grinned and bared it until I went mad. There was a least a slight difference between working at a theater and working for the government: Get on my nerves long enough I'll go to the government computer, find you then expose the last minutes of your life on camera along with the deaths of your family and friends.
That was basically the only reason I didn't snap at anyone was because it wasn't me that would get fired….it would be the sheep. An hour later, everything was going fine with the sheep adoring me until I heard the haters shouting us out. "You murderers! Snuff should be banned! Snuff should be banned!" We all looked at the crowd protesting on the other side of the rope. I grinded my teeth in frustration, what annoys me more then the sheep are the whiners.
Whiners are protesters against snuff films and t.v. like ours. Back in the very old days before I was born they mainly protested against abortion. Since the government has ordered required birth control on all children until they were 21, abortion has become very scarce to the point were it seems none existent. If anyone wanted a history on abortion, just go downtown to some of the abandon clinics, there you'll see all the tools and stuff but, mainly it's used to get laid or that's the rumor.
Whiners are just that, annoying little whining bastards. Since there's no abortion to complain about, they have to move to the next controversial thing: snuff. I wasn't the only one that was getting annoyed, my droogs were feeling the same thing. "Of course they have to be here to day, the stupid religious nut jobs have nothing else to do but bitch," I heard Georgette mutter under her breath. I didn't blame her. As another hour went by, the Whiners got a little restless. They were trying to get behind the rope, shouting threats with murder in their eyes. I smiled at their fury. That protest they were giving, it was just an excuse to bring violence, to kill. That's human nature if we think about it….to kill and justify the means. They're hypocrites, all of them. Personally I'm the only honest person here. I kill because I want to, it's in my very nature to do it and when I do it I don't feel any regrets.
One of the Whiners broke out behind the rope. The trespasser looked like a red neck biker wearing a leather vest and bandana. He was coming toward us wielding a knife with the look of blind hate in his eyes. As he was coming closer I heard the familiar click in my ear. "On the ready?" asked Rubik. I slightly nodded murmuring a yes then grabbed hold of my cane. I unsheathed the dagger from it's sheath from under the table. "Aim," he said, the trespasser getting closer, his eye the target. I stood up from the table with the dagger behind my back. "Fire," he said, only I didn't fire. The trespasser was close enough for me to throw. I threw the dagger at his right eye were he screamed in agony.
His screams silenced the convention, even the whiners. He was on his knees, his hand on his eye. I walked away from the autograph table then up to my would be assassin. He didn't notice I was coming closer, he was too in pain for that. I was behind him, enjoying his pain. When I finally had enough of the screaming, I took him by the hair were he protested in pain. It was only a second when he looked at me with his one good eye then I twisted the blade into his right eye all the way to his brain were he finally stopped screaming.
I let the dead whiner drop to the floor then stared back at the others. Fear was on their faces, when I pointed my bloody dagger at the crowd they stepped with shrieking voices in their throats. "So who wants to go next?" I asked calmly. When the Whiners said nothing, I sneered at them. "That's what I thought," I said feeling satisfied then went back to my place while cleaning the blood off my dagger. As I was finally back at the table, the Whiners were gone.