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Individuality is the word. Everyone is different, some more so than others. The fact is, I have never liked any one, I will never like anyone. I have the power, to erase these creatures that wonder aimlessly across my land, my world. Its so incredibly simple. I shall create the perfect race, a land fulfilled with my dreams, my hopes.
People wonder, along the roads, so naive, so dirty. I load up, from the rooftops I hide, no one knows me, in fear of rejection - I shall live forever. I laugh uncontrollably as a mother of 2 falls to the floor, blood spouting from the head, bust open like a balloon. This was the start of my perfect world. The perfect world.
My hatred of these minions grew, as my obsession with destroying their petty lives did. The thrill as the bullet tears through the timid skin, into the inside, it sinks slowly. While I stare in amazement. My dream shall become reality.
As the final body falls to the warm, soft, grass. I stand bewildered. Finally, this world is mine. My dreams, the perfect race. No one around but me... My head feels almost numb, but I can still sense the tear rolling down my cheek. As I look to the skies. 'The Beautiful people' I say. I point the double-barrelled machine towards my head.
I close my eyes.
People wonder, along the roads, so naive, so dirty. I load up, from the rooftops I hide, no one knows me, in fear of rejection - I shall live forever. I laugh uncontrollably as a mother of 2 falls to the floor, blood spouting from the head, bust open like a balloon. This was the start of my perfect world. The perfect world.
My hatred of these minions grew, as my obsession with destroying their petty lives did. The thrill as the bullet tears through the timid skin, into the inside, it sinks slowly. While I stare in amazement. My dream shall become reality.
As the final body falls to the warm, soft, grass. I stand bewildered. Finally, this world is mine. My dreams, the perfect race. No one around but me... My head feels almost numb, but I can still sense the tear rolling down my cheek. As I look to the skies. 'The Beautiful people' I say. I point the double-barrelled machine towards my head.
I close my eyes.
:D
Nice idea but I found the story a bit fragmented and jerky to read. Keep going though :)
Cheers :D
Nice one.
Individuality is the word. Everyone is different, some more so than others. The fact is, I have never liked any one, I will never like anyone. I have the power, to erase these creatures that wonder aimlessly across my land, my world. Its so incredibly simple. I shall create the perfect race, a land fulfilled with my dreams, my hopes.
People wonder, along the roads, so naive, so dirty. I load up, from the rooftops I hide, no one knows me, in fear of rejection - I shall live forever. I laugh uncontrollably as a mother of 2 falls to the floor, blood spouting from the head, bust open like a balloon. This was the start of my perfect world. The perfect world.
My hatred of these minions grew, as my obsession with destroying their petty lives did. The thrill as the bullet tears through the timid skin, into the inside, it sinks slowly. While I stare in amazement. My dream shall become reality.
As the final body falls to the warm, soft, grass. I stand bewildered. Finally, this world is mine. My dreams, the perfect race. No one around but me... My head feels almost numb, but I can still sense the tear rolling down my cheek. As I look to the skies. 'The Beautiful people' I say. I point the double-barrelled machine towards my head.
I close my eyes.
People wonder, along the roads, so naive, so dirty. I load up, from the rooftops I hide, no one knows me, in fear of rejection - I shall live forever. I laugh uncontrollably as a mother of 2 falls to the floor, blood spouting from the head, bust open like a balloon. This was the start of my perfect world. The perfect world.
My hatred of these minions grew, as my obsession with destroying their petty lives did. The thrill as the bullet tears through the timid skin, into the inside, it sinks slowly. While I stare in amazement. My dream shall become reality.
As the final body falls to the warm, soft, grass. I stand bewildered. Finally, this world is mine. My dreams, the perfect race. No one around but me... My head feels almost numb, but I can still sense the tear rolling down my cheek. As I look to the skies. 'The Beautiful people' I say. I point the double-barrelled machine towards my head.
I close my eyes.