"Enough! There's no need to go overboard here!"
Why was it so wrong? Humans have shot down things for many years now. Birds, Deer, Bear, other humans, it was all the same.
Just pull the trigger and shoot.
Let the bullet loaded in do the rest.
They said that you can see your life flash before your eyes, right when you have an encounter with death.
Would you be able to see what you did wrong?
Would you see it all before the bullet hits?
Wouldn't it be a kindness?
No, nobody there seemed to think so. They were all hypocrites who said that there was a difference in the way they shot, and the way that she shot.
That's why she had to show them the truth, that why she shot them.
Of course, they didn't die. She was careful to make sure that they didn't die. But she was making it close to make sure that their life would flash before their eyes.
To see their mistakes.
But they all looked at her with disdain, like they were seeing a monster.
And maybe that's what she was.
A monster.
Her own parents looked at her the same way when they got the call.
They never really seemed to have liked her in the first place, but the call seemed to have really changed things for them.
She heard them whisper to themselves.
She heard the things they said.
"She's a monster!"
"A demon spawn!"
"We can't let her stay!"
"But she might just kill us then!"
She shook her head.
She didn't want them to die.
She loved them, after all, they gave birth to her.
That's why she wanted them to learn from their past.
To really understand her.
They told her she could go ahead.
They said nothing when she told them her plans for the day.
They didn't stop her.
But they didn't see her off.
They always averted their gaze recently.
But that's fine, she didn't really care.
She loved the feeling of the recoil that occurred every time she pulled the trigger.
She loved the sounds that came out when she pulled that trigger.
She loved the sight of red that came out when she shot a living thing.
The sight of something being pushed back when she fired
Almost like it was magic, or a psychic ability.
But apparently nobody else thought so.
There were screams
There were cries
Then there were more shots.
But they didn't come from her
They came from the police.
Such hypocrites
Nobody seemed to care when they fired their guns
But they all seemed to hate seeing her fire her own guns.
Luckily, they were all too slow, they were all too poor at shooting.
So she was able to escape from their shots.
She wouldn't let herself get caught so easily.
But she felt something contort inside her.
What was that feeling?
"That's a feeling of despair"
She turned
A monochrome bear was standing behind her.
Was it an animal?
Was it a doll?
She didn't care. She aimed her gun at it anyways.
"Police are supposed to be one of the figureheads of 'hope', and yet they go ahead and point their gun back at you. Isn't that mean?"
She blinked. What was it trying to say?
"I've known corrupt policemen who have even shot other people under the pretense of 'for justice', when they only wanted to experience the same things that you probably felt."
The things this bear said interested her. She slowly lowered her gun.
"And yet, they all have the galls to try and arrest you for doing the same thing? What bullshit! They're only doing this to keep the idea of 'hope' alive! But I'm not like them…"
The bear seemed to be laughing.
"Upupupupu…I'm going to show everyone the truth by bestowing them all a world of despair, and I want your help in doing so!"
A world of despair? What kind of world would that be like?
Would that be a world where people would see what she saw?
Where people would know the things she knew?
"If I help you, will this world of despair be one where people understand each other?"
"Upupupupu…probably…."
She paused, then there was a wide grin.
Yes, this was something she needed to do.
A world of despair was something that she needed to bring.
This way, people would see what she saw. Fell what she felt. Be more honest with themselves, see the truth.
Then maybe…she wouldn't be hated as much…