terça-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2013

The Filthy

As I stay put in my cell, laughing down at my knees. My suit is dirty, ragging itself to pieces. Again, nothing trembles, no one has fear, for a long time. And I'm there, planning. My gloves were removed, I don't know how I feel about that yet. I just feel something is... missing.
I hear it. The sweet ear candy for me, sirens and screams. I grab the bars that are restraining me. I stop laughing, but the smile can't fall off my face.
Fire runs through the cobblestone like minuscular rivers of crimson spiking through my bars. I laugh a little bit. An explosion, dead-gray cement and scoreboard fly through the room in fire. I laugh harder as I watch my men blast to the room with dead doctors falling in white tables with blood, and then dying painfully. My cell opens. I stop laughing.
I hear shots, my two men dies in my front. Guards invade the area, see me not laughing and the dead assistants right in my front.
 - Why aren't you laughing now, asshole? - says one of the guards, pulling his helmet off, it was HIS men.
Then I start laughing - You should ask that yourself! Hahahahehehehehe! - he slowly twists his eyebrows to me, his shotgun pulls up, my fists goes down, I turn it, two shots, one of them in the guards faces. Three bullets hits the brain. Dead at 19:21 pm. I can even hear the beep. Hehe.
I put my knee on the gun, another shot, scoreboard flies again. Two followed punches to his face. I can see fear. Dry clay pots explode around the room. I laugh while I see he desperately shooting again and again, my knee pressures his ribs until it perfure it's own lungs. He coffs blood. I get the gun and leave. As I open the door, followed by sibilant dead doctors and burning bodies, I feel it.
Fresh air, the green colored sky fills my soul again with hatred. Genuine. The Intensive Treatment explodes all around me. The stairs explode as I go down the grass. I walk in a rapturous state. My hair flies in the wind coming from the river. A black whirlwind follows through the semi-golden color east side takes. It is, indeed, fantastic.

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