Post by abel on Jul 24, 2010 21:11:00 GMT -5
It was always to easy...It was a matter of a picture...finding q person, and simply bumping in them as you walk past, giving a quiet apology and moving on with your day. Then you can find them anywhere... anywhere at all...And once night falls you end up here, staring down at them as the plead for mercy. And so how it was now for Abel. Humans were so pathetic... really all of them were.. no mater the species. He was some banker guy...he didn't even know the story behind his orders... he didn't really even care, he just cared that he was getting money for it.
" Please.. don't do this.. I'll give you anythign you want." Ah anything? But.. he had to finish the job...He raised his gun, and a shot rang out through the quiet of the night. He wished he could've prolonged it but...he didn't have time. The park was a public place and anyone could show up at any moment. He stared down at the dead body for a moment, no guilt crossing his features. There was a little twinge of guilt at his heart....nothing one of his usual hook ups couldn't cure. Any real remorse had been beaten out of him long before he even started killing, and he dealt with those little thought by alcohol and women. Killing, alcohol and women.. his three favorite things...
" Looks like I'm almost done for the night." He mumbled. he pulled out a pair of rubber gloves..,didn't want to leave any finger prints for when the cops found the body. He picked it up none to gently, getting ready to throw it some nearby dumpster.
" Please.. don't do this.. I'll give you anythign you want." Ah anything? But.. he had to finish the job...He raised his gun, and a shot rang out through the quiet of the night. He wished he could've prolonged it but...he didn't have time. The park was a public place and anyone could show up at any moment. He stared down at the dead body for a moment, no guilt crossing his features. There was a little twinge of guilt at his heart....nothing one of his usual hook ups couldn't cure. Any real remorse had been beaten out of him long before he even started killing, and he dealt with those little thought by alcohol and women. Killing, alcohol and women.. his three favorite things...
" Looks like I'm almost done for the night." He mumbled. he pulled out a pair of rubber gloves..,didn't want to leave any finger prints for when the cops found the body. He picked it up none to gently, getting ready to throw it some nearby dumpster.