grass
January 21st, 2008, 02:28 PM
I raised the rifle to my shoulder, holding it steady as I looked down the sight. Everyone was but a ghost through that sight, in a split second I could tear lives and flesh and heats to pieces, I gently started to squeeze the trigger letting my aim wonder through the crowd, almost as though the gun would pick someone out. Harder I squeezed letting the music wash over me. My heart was beating faster now, I closed my eyes and then
Click
My eyes opened in a flash and my senses sharpend into a point the size of a pin head. My heart stopped beating, I could smell the sweat from the crowd of people dancing and the alcohol from the bar behind me. I felt a bead of sweat form on my brow and a slight itch above my top lip like those you get in the barbers. The sound of music died down although still crystal clear I could hear at least 20 seperate conversations on top of it. And my eyes turned into those of an eagle, everything was in focus and sharper than ever and it felt like i had full 360 vision, as I eagerly scanned the crowd to see where my bullet would land time slowed so much that I thought it would start going backwards.
Then it hit
I saw a fountain of crimson red fly from a small man's skull, it almost defied gravity as it floated effortlessley through the air, glinting as the lights caught it, blue then yellow then green but no matter the light, the fountain stayed crimson red, glistening and beautiful as it rained down on to the crowd. The man became instanly limp as though someone had thrown an off switch on the back of his head and he dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, hard and lifeless and as I watched a soft ringing chimed in my ears like that of a bell, as the shell casing danced and skipped along the floor until it too came to a rest.
My heart began to beat again and I took a deep breath. Some people where looking confused and unawear as to what had just happend, some continued to dance, completely oblivious so i squeezed down on the trigger again. And this time I did not let go and time did not slow down, if anything it sped up, rushing past my head. As the sound of gunshots rang out across the club, another sound began to fill the air, even louder than that of my rifle. People screaming, a sly smile crossed my face. The more shots I fiered the louder the screams became and the wider the smile spread across my face.
I could bearley contain myself as I carved holes in the crowd as they fought to escape. They moved as one, like a school of fish darting left then right as fast as they could possibly move scrambling as they slipped and skidded on the blood of the fallen, like a pack of wilderbeast scrambling to escape the death that awaits them, like animals, they became nothing more than animals to me, until.
Click
My magazine was empty. A deathly silence fell over the room, no more music, no more conversation, no more gunshots, only the echo of screaming, ringing in my ears sustained the grin that was carved across my face. I lowered my aim and let the rifle slip from my hands. It was over, all 20 or seconds of it, a 20 seconds that I had waited over 20 years for and a 20 seconds which had felt more real and alive that all those years put together.
I began to walk among the bodies, the pools of blood around them still growing. Slowely but steadily creeping outward, meeting the person next to theirs and coming together to form puddles and streams. So much blood I wanted to bathe in it, let it consume my body like a thick warm blanket. I cautiously dip my toes into a puddle then my whole foot feeling its warmth on my soul, then I begin to jump from one puddle to the next like a child in the rain so free and innocent, letting the blood splash around my ankles.
And then the sound I never wanted to hear, sirens approaching, I take the gun from my waist and place it against my temple, its cold in contrast to the blood on my feet. There’s no place for me in this world, they’ll be here soon, there’s no place for me here.
*gunshot*
Click
My eyes opened in a flash and my senses sharpend into a point the size of a pin head. My heart stopped beating, I could smell the sweat from the crowd of people dancing and the alcohol from the bar behind me. I felt a bead of sweat form on my brow and a slight itch above my top lip like those you get in the barbers. The sound of music died down although still crystal clear I could hear at least 20 seperate conversations on top of it. And my eyes turned into those of an eagle, everything was in focus and sharper than ever and it felt like i had full 360 vision, as I eagerly scanned the crowd to see where my bullet would land time slowed so much that I thought it would start going backwards.
Then it hit
I saw a fountain of crimson red fly from a small man's skull, it almost defied gravity as it floated effortlessley through the air, glinting as the lights caught it, blue then yellow then green but no matter the light, the fountain stayed crimson red, glistening and beautiful as it rained down on to the crowd. The man became instanly limp as though someone had thrown an off switch on the back of his head and he dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, hard and lifeless and as I watched a soft ringing chimed in my ears like that of a bell, as the shell casing danced and skipped along the floor until it too came to a rest.
My heart began to beat again and I took a deep breath. Some people where looking confused and unawear as to what had just happend, some continued to dance, completely oblivious so i squeezed down on the trigger again. And this time I did not let go and time did not slow down, if anything it sped up, rushing past my head. As the sound of gunshots rang out across the club, another sound began to fill the air, even louder than that of my rifle. People screaming, a sly smile crossed my face. The more shots I fiered the louder the screams became and the wider the smile spread across my face.
I could bearley contain myself as I carved holes in the crowd as they fought to escape. They moved as one, like a school of fish darting left then right as fast as they could possibly move scrambling as they slipped and skidded on the blood of the fallen, like a pack of wilderbeast scrambling to escape the death that awaits them, like animals, they became nothing more than animals to me, until.
Click
My magazine was empty. A deathly silence fell over the room, no more music, no more conversation, no more gunshots, only the echo of screaming, ringing in my ears sustained the grin that was carved across my face. I lowered my aim and let the rifle slip from my hands. It was over, all 20 or seconds of it, a 20 seconds that I had waited over 20 years for and a 20 seconds which had felt more real and alive that all those years put together.
I began to walk among the bodies, the pools of blood around them still growing. Slowely but steadily creeping outward, meeting the person next to theirs and coming together to form puddles and streams. So much blood I wanted to bathe in it, let it consume my body like a thick warm blanket. I cautiously dip my toes into a puddle then my whole foot feeling its warmth on my soul, then I begin to jump from one puddle to the next like a child in the rain so free and innocent, letting the blood splash around my ankles.
And then the sound I never wanted to hear, sirens approaching, I take the gun from my waist and place it against my temple, its cold in contrast to the blood on my feet. There’s no place for me in this world, they’ll be here soon, there’s no place for me here.
*gunshot*