Every time I look in the mirror, I become more and more afraid of what I see.

I lean in closer towards the mirror and look into the eyes of the monster. The monster who has claimed my body and my soul. I'm no longer what I used to be. I'm no longer what I never realy was.You never realy know who you are until you're not it anymore. 
 

Through the monsters eyes I can see its heart. A heart that no longer produces blood, but instead a thick sludge like substance. Through the monsters eyes I can see Its lungs. Lungs that no longer crave oxygen, But instead the thick smog produced by the decaying. Through the monsters eyes I can see its stomach.A stomach that no longer requires the substance we consider food, but instead the hearts of all its victims. Through the monsters eyes I see its soul, a  shadow of every diabolical figure.

My body, my soul was a necessary sacrifice. A sacrafice needed in order to fulfill a need that should have never been fulfilled. An itch that cost so dearly to scratch.

I step away from the mirror so I could see me and not the monster. However It's only the superficial me, for the monster has comsumed my insides.

I leave the bathroom and go into the bedroom. The bedroom floor was cluttered with clothing, old magazines and worn paperbacks. Reading is one of my hobbies. 

I scower the floor hoping to find a clean shirt to wear. I picked up and smelled several shirts until I found one that seemed clean. I slipped it on and buttoned it up. It's black shirt, one that I realize I haven't worn in months. 

I walked along the Wino filled sidewalk. I never broke stride, even when the winos would ask me for spare change. I'm realy doing them good by not giving them change. They would only use it for buying alchohol and things of that nature. Bad things that destroy the body.

The sun was begining to sink below the skyline When I reached my destiantion. An apartment building similiar to the one I  reside in. So I knew it would be easy to infiltrate. No door man, no buzzer, just an unlocked door to the rest building.

As I went up the stairs, two by two. I could smell a variety of ethnic meals that did not appeal to me.

I walked along the row doors until I found the one that I needed. It was a door to a mans fate, a door to a fat juicy contract. The door to 17B was the only thing that seperated the monster from its passion.The monster love doing what it does, hell I gave my soul so it could do it.

I stood at the door debating whether or not I should knock. from what I could tell there was only one lock on the door. I place my ear against door and listened. When I heard the rythmic mumble of the television I decided a surprised entrance would be fitting.

I took a step back and pulled the .357 magnum Colt python from my waste band. I took A deep breath and with all the force I could muster i kicked the door in.

The man that reduced himself to a vegetable lived a miserable life. Sitting on an old couch, drinking beer, watching TV. With three loud bangs I end his miserable life with abruption. 

Keyword: The enraged mind

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Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-04-05 17:57:46 .... nice. wasnt expecting that kind of ending when i started reading but hey i always like surprises. + Report this comment
Posted by thirteen 2008-04-05 23:43:29 .... Nice one Billy. + Report this comment
Posted by Roadkill315 2008-04-06 13:27:09 .... Abrupt ending to a good story. Nice work. + Report this comment
Posted by indianaman130 2008-06-11 21:36:12 .... death violence murder guns blah blah. sorry, i watch local news so this isn't my cup of tea. Nice lines, descriptive. + Report this comment
Posted by philneale1952 2008-07-04 09:08:58 .... A bit too pointless for me, this one Billy. Spellings and inconsistent capitalisation lets it down as well. Type into MS Word first and spellcheck it. Then paste into Storieville. Guess it was ok for all that. Phil + Report this comment

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