Topic: Delete (Read 1308 times)

So many days have gone by, Wasted, without me noticing the subtle changes. I find myself waking up and Mad at the world for no reason. things are about to change...   Anger level (10%)

It's raining out and it only adds to my Depression. I Have to walk to my car with a an umbrella to avoid getting wet. This pisses me off. Fucking nature! (I think to myself) God truly hates me as he is pissing down on me in revenge for my sinful life.
My day is fucked from the beginning.   Anger level (20%)

I find reasons to hate everything during the day to pass my time. If you happen to take too long in the line ordering coffee i often find myself asking (CAN'T YOU JUST ORDER A FUCKING COFFEE WITHOUT THE BULLSHIT??).  the guy in front of me is undecided about what flavor he wants. Hmmmm Mocha Latte or the newest flavor Pumpkin .(It's fall)   I want to punch this cocksucker in the back of the head out of RAGE and say....Order the FUCKING Coffee you COCKSUCKER! Anger level (40%)

Rage is in the blood. Every ignorant cocksucker seems out to fuck with me today!

After i get my coffee (Which is just a normal coffee...Regular.Not some fucking Bullshit Fad coffee) I leave the store. I walk down the street to my car and i have to deal with a guy who sits just a few doors down everyday asking for money....He has all his motor functions and seems quite capable of getting a job. He antagonizies me for a third straight day. He steps in front of me with his Bullshit speech and says he is a homeless VET and needs help throwing his cup in front of me asking for change. As the guy Jams this cup in front of me my first reaction is to take the cup and smash his face in until he stops moving. I know he is a lying fuck and NEVER served for any government or war. As i pass him i think to myself...Would the world miss such a pathetic piece of shit if were to slaughter him with the cup he begged me with?   Beating him to death with that cup....These thoughts brought a smile to my face.     Anger level (75%)

See a pattern with the anger level?

I get to work and my Boss is in the mood he is always in.....(100 % Cocksucker,Break your balls cause i'm an asshole mood)
He taunts me daily. He almost seemingly targets me...today is not the day i think to myself.
He demands the impossible and asks me to Focus on accounts that are "Hot" and to make them priorities. I work in an industry where TIME is important and to "Focus" on hot accounts take time.    I can't just "Focus" on an account and make it happen without skipping vital steps that would hinder the customer.  (Asshole Anger level just sent me above 100%)

I went home.

My safe was opened and i  took out my 3 Assault rifles. I have an AK-47, Ar-15 and a Savage Assault Shotgun. I loaded them all. In my safe i took out my my 2 of my 7 pistols.  I chose a 9MM and a 45. Caliber.

I have had enough shit...i went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror and seen a soldier. It was not me. I have become a Vigilante, a Terrorist... It seemed normal.

I left my house and went to the coffee shop. My Ak-47 Was around my shoulder and neck...When i entered into the shop i spun it around and it was in my hands as if it were staged......I opened fire. I hit the person last line first. He dropped as though he were a stage prop. The ammo continued..Customers dropped as they were hit. The coffee shop went silent.

When i left i felt a sense of Vindication. My mind was set and the goal was in Reach.

I seen the same cocksucker who threw his cup i my face and said he was a veteran. I slammed him against the wall and pulled my  9MM out out.....Without a single word being said i slaughtered him. I put a bullet directly is his face.

I continued on hearing sirens in the background. I started running. I knew it was only a matter of time before my description was broadcast over the police radio.
I headed to my job. My boss when he saw me started to say something when i opened fire on him.  I hit him twice with my pistol...Once  in the chest and one in the stomach.  he dropped down and was motionless.

I walked into the bathroom.. I looked into the mirror and looked at myself.
As i looked into the mirror i seen a Man... a Normal Man. The Rage inside of me say otherwise.

I put the pistol to my head and pulled the trigger.

The anger is gone... This is not Me.

Why, thank you, Decky. I always wanted to be a detective type. 

You are too fuckin stupid to realise (again) that what you THINK i am does nothing but show what a dick you are, see, your always wrong about me, no-matter what shite you spout, yet am right, cause I know your a dick./. wi nowt better to do than spend your time THINKING you know what your on about.. if music is the black arts, if electronics is the black art, if drawing is a black art, fair call, but you'll still be a dick.

DICK!

When somebody is so into the black arts as far as Decky, they are losing ability to speak and think intelligently, to a great extent. It is only by a strong effort of will that Decky can come forward and say something that logically makes sense. I pity him. But he likes it that way. So, who am I to deny it to him?

Are you speaking English?  I have no idea what you are going on about. All 5 of your posts make no sense.  You High?

Forgot to add this story is fiction and is the property of otrkid70 or otrkid