After the vile slaughter, of so many a dark figure was seen shambling on a leg nearly broken off as the crimson liquid of life dribbled a trail on the sidewalk. The figure was a male and of relatively short stature, being three inches shorter than the well known archeological finding "Otzi", the figure was 5ft 2inches standing erect, seemingly shorter in his slouching, injured state as he dragged himself using the fence beside him for support, and trying to tough out the pain of the bullet hole in his knee cap. The character was gaunt and thin with darkness encircling his eye sockets, his features sunken in with exhaustion. He was thin, but not skeletal, not anorexic. He panted heavily as a cold sweat fell down his face in a greasy manner, soaking through his bleach blond hair, leaving them like solid clumps and strands hanging down in his sunburned face. The injured boy made his way to the only safe haven he remembered.
"IT'S THE SHOOTER!" a shrill irritating, do gooder voice shouted from behind. The boy spun around to see a frantic old women screaming out his location. Without hesitation, the boy pulled his Beretta from the torn pocket of his faded, blood stained jeans and shot the elderly women in the heart. A small boy ran to the old women "grandma! he shouted as tears streamed from his eyes." The shooter still enraged by the old bitch fired a shot into the child's stomach, it popped like a water balloon pouring blood and entrails spilled onto the pavement. Most of the people near bye, now bolted for safety in a frantic life or death fear. The shooters eyes fell on a man reaching into the glove compartment of his pick up, pulling a Glock from its holster. The shooter spun around and fired a shot into the man's chest sending him to the ground crying out in pain. The shooter now exposed bolted on his broken leg, ignoring the profuse bleeding and tearing joints and fell at the edge of the gate. A terrified and now grieving family gathered around the small boy and old women as they lay dead on the curb.
In a final hit of adrenalin fueled energy the shooter, crawling on a broken knee and jumping with the other, threw himself through the doors of a church. The shooter then crawled to the alter, a path of blood following behind him and he spun around resting his back at the bottom of the cross which stands at the front of the church. A light suddenly shown through the stain glass window at The shooter's back, he turned to the window and his face contorted to a look of malice as he looked into the face of Jesus.
".............You're dad has some nerve to call himself the ultimate good, then turn around and support those assholes." he said gesturing outside. "Sure it got a little out of hand in the end, and maybe I went a bit far, but after what they did. Why the fuck shouldn't I have done this?" he argued as tears fell from his face. "I loved her, and those MOTHER FUCKERS! Did that to her.......She was everything, she was my whole life. The only reason I had to get my ass out of bed and drag it where it was expected to go every day. THEY TOOK THAT FROM ME! SO IT'S ONLY FAIR THAT I TAKE FROM THEM!" he wined.
"Her name was Eli Bachmen, the only angel I've ever meant....the sweetest, most beautiful one you created......You know her, I don't need to introduce you. You and I both know that she wasn't like other girls. I know that's a generalization, and it's been said by everyone innumerable times, but it's the most accurate with her. Eli was warm, caring, sweet, fun loving.......the others were all the same, stuck up, whores. She wasn't perfect morally, but she was perfect for me, she sinned like we all do, but even you couldn't find an ounce of evil in that precious heart of hers." he began to whimper "We were alone, both me and her for years. I had no friends and no one to talk to, no one to hold me. Aiden Craft; the douche bag I sent to hell an hour ago, beat the fuck out of me daily with the other cocksucker I killed, James Blanch and his brother Ike. Called me a fag, followed me in there cars as I walked home, often ganging up on me and beating me......you see they thought I was gay, girls don't go for ugly fucks like me.....not until Eli....." his voice cracked.
