Pilot
667 Words
One thing that piss me off is when I'm trying to have an important conversation and someone over talks me, I give my heart to those and they spit on it but not anymore at the end of my blade met their pretty necks I watched them cry to a God, A GOD THEY SAID THEY DON'T BELIEVE IN! It's funny watching the worms squirm and crawled away until I tied a rope around their necks and now there hanging deep inside the woods. It's been six years since then do I regret it no and by the way I may have killed them but I still loved them I just rather loved them in a nameless grave but I left them swinging on trees when someone discover this sight I want the whole world to feel that pain, that fear, that this could be them if they ever cross me, "Charlie Hangman" Yes that's what I'll call myself Charlie Hangman. Six years ago I wasn't the guy I am today I was Charles Lindbergh a simple and loving .guy who wore he's heart on his sleeve I gave love and didn't receive none back I started to grow tired, hurt and betrayed so I killed them one by one and each one
I've killed by my own hands. Plenty of humans that spit on me I gave them love and they throw it away
until they need or want something then they think about me? They love me? Well it's peacock when I finally snapped and something in me yelled, "Kill them! Kill them all!" I listened I don't know if I enjoyed it like I really wanted to but Michael, Mckallia, Jordan, Jeremiah and Brenda where all gutted like a pig, organs removed, body parts ready to eat I'm talking about a horror movie seen blood everywhere. I hung them all deep in the woods in Marlow, Oklahoma I burned down the house and been in hiding ever since it's been six years and I haven't stopped the blood taste so good it's over overwhelming. I was in a bar it was a late Saturday night this bar was filled with sluts of all genders until this rough looking Russian man walked in he wore a tacky cheap suit bags under is eyes like he gets no sleep, worn down shoes like if you seen this guy you wouldn't know that this man Alex Vladimir was a millionaire. I know this because a guy was picking on him yelling racial slurs at him and not gonna lie I was drunk and ready to fight I hit that man and put him to sleep with a bottle of Jack Daniels, Vladimir thanked me by recruiting me as one of his hitman and I've been torturing and killing making money letting the world see my art my favorite tv show is now the News. Until my new hit my first female hit ever and the pay a maximum amount, I'm talking fourteen million dollars at this time I want to ask questions but my job doesn't recommend I do that so I hunted her down, I found her, I watched her undress and put on her night clothes, she did a little flip in bed and turned off the lamp that stood on her night table. I waited then I slowly made my move I took my knife and stabbed her but something didn't feel right, it didn't feel the same so I flicked on the light and she wasn't there nothing was there but a black rose. I picked it up I don't know why I sniffed it but after that I began to feel like I was drunk my sight began to get blurry I slowly fell to the ground and passed out. I don't know how long it's been but it felt like days I woke up sitting in a chair with six maybe seven others all sitting there waking up just like me.
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