Excerpt #2

The future is written.

We descend into chaos when left alone without someone to subjugate us. Technology bypasses our feeble understanding; we are not wiser today, we are just prouder. Our minds malleable like freshly peeled skin. Tattered and stained with the blood of the past. A craftsman could fashion this skin into leather; the mind fashioned for a purpose.

The individual is not different. They all react the same way when they see the flash of a blade; the barrel of a gun; the shadow of my eye.

 

Fear. They all react the same way with the inevitability I bring them.

I stepped over the shards of glass, feeling them shudder under my shoes. From polished black, they are now flecked with dust from the poverty outside. The swine's form disappears upstairs; no doubt to flush his stash or arm himself. He has most likely mistaken my suit for a police officer. He hasn't noticed the silenced pistol in my hand. I march upstairs after him, taking my time to feel his fear radiating through me. I could have silenced my approach and led this man peacefully to the raging inferno that awaited him. But when my kind are bound, we have our orders. The bathroom door was locked, as if he didn't want me to invade his privacy. Bullets spat through the wood showering me with splinters as I heard him cry out on the other side. With a push the door creaked inwards to reveal his broken form. Choking in his shame he lay there, clutching at his wounds as if trying to prevent the life from pouring out of him. I looked down on him. The fear was fading from him quickly now. His vessel was almost empty. So I responded in a similar fashion.

 

I emptied the magazine into him. Today was a good day".