The Beginning
With all tales, there is a beginning. I have, from an early age, believed mankind to be the rotting, putrid flesh of evil. The despicable acts of selfishness and horror that mankind inflict upon each other makes any notion of a so called 'civilized society' a bile inducing joke. The atrocities that fill every day of this mundane existence are enough to lead a man to insanity. Therein lies the beginning of my story.
Late one night while riding the bus alone, I was privy to a scene that would set in motion my plan. Riding in the darkness, the bus slowed and stopped. The doors to the bus hissed open and blinding light evaporated the darkness. Two people, a man and woman, entered the bus. They were laughing and groping over each other, letting their carnal desires be known to the world. The bus doors closed and darkness once again enveloped my sight, as the two seated themselves at the back of the bus. Through my adjusting eyes, I could see the slut of a woman stand, pull up the back of her skirt and sit upon the lap of the man. Their sexual moans could be barely heard over the steady drone of the engine contained in the back of the bus. The woman would hop up and down upon the mans lap and then slow and stop as the bus came to a stop at each corner, waiting for the bus to proceed again.
This continued for several blocks and their actions became more animated and more vocal. Finally, the bus stopped at a corner and the bus doors suddenly hissed open. Blinding light once again filled the bus and a roar of anger came from the driver of the bus. Looking up at the driver, he had produced a police baton and was rushing eagerly to the two seated in the back. As I looked back at the two, I caught the eyes of the woman. Lust. I saw the look of lust dissolve into fear in a fraction of a second. She screamed and jumped up off the man's lap and ran for the rear door of the bus, jumping off the top step and tumbling to the sidewalk. The man, however, was not as quick as the woman. As he reached the steps, the driver swung his baton and connected with the man's head. Blood and skull exploded from the point of impact as the man collapsed and fell out of the bus door. As the man fell, I could see the man's rigid penis still protruding from his pants. I stood up as the driver leapt out after the man and jumped upon him, swinging away with the his baton, beating the already unconscious and proably dead body. All the while, vile obscenities spewed forth from the driver's mouth.
The woman screamed and launched herself at the driver. The driver swung his baton at the woman and she collapsed in a heap over the man's head. The driver dropped his baton when he recognized what he had done, covered his eyes with his bloodstained hands and began to sob. A crowd had formed around the three of them to oogle and gawk as sirens could be heard wailing from blocks away. One man left the rim of the crowd and appeared to approach the driver. At the last moment, he veered away from the driver and bent down and rolled the woman off of the man. The crowd gasped as they saw what remained of the man's head. It was obvious that he had died as he stared into the black sky in a gaze that only the dead can give.
Then came the truley vile and amazing part. People simply began to leave. No concern for the driver, dead man nor unconscious woman. They simply saw what they needed and moved on with their lives, another forgotten event. This where I made up my mind. This is where I vowed to create something so unbelievable, so unimaginable that people would talk about my work for years to come......
Late one night while riding the bus alone, I was privy to a scene that would set in motion my plan. Riding in the darkness, the bus slowed and stopped. The doors to the bus hissed open and blinding light evaporated the darkness. Two people, a man and woman, entered the bus. They were laughing and groping over each other, letting their carnal desires be known to the world. The bus doors closed and darkness once again enveloped my sight, as the two seated themselves at the back of the bus. Through my adjusting eyes, I could see the slut of a woman stand, pull up the back of her skirt and sit upon the lap of the man. Their sexual moans could be barely heard over the steady drone of the engine contained in the back of the bus. The woman would hop up and down upon the mans lap and then slow and stop as the bus came to a stop at each corner, waiting for the bus to proceed again.
This continued for several blocks and their actions became more animated and more vocal. Finally, the bus stopped at a corner and the bus doors suddenly hissed open. Blinding light once again filled the bus and a roar of anger came from the driver of the bus. Looking up at the driver, he had produced a police baton and was rushing eagerly to the two seated in the back. As I looked back at the two, I caught the eyes of the woman. Lust. I saw the look of lust dissolve into fear in a fraction of a second. She screamed and jumped up off the man's lap and ran for the rear door of the bus, jumping off the top step and tumbling to the sidewalk. The man, however, was not as quick as the woman. As he reached the steps, the driver swung his baton and connected with the man's head. Blood and skull exploded from the point of impact as the man collapsed and fell out of the bus door. As the man fell, I could see the man's rigid penis still protruding from his pants. I stood up as the driver leapt out after the man and jumped upon him, swinging away with the his baton, beating the already unconscious and proably dead body. All the while, vile obscenities spewed forth from the driver's mouth.
The woman screamed and launched herself at the driver. The driver swung his baton at the woman and she collapsed in a heap over the man's head. The driver dropped his baton when he recognized what he had done, covered his eyes with his bloodstained hands and began to sob. A crowd had formed around the three of them to oogle and gawk as sirens could be heard wailing from blocks away. One man left the rim of the crowd and appeared to approach the driver. At the last moment, he veered away from the driver and bent down and rolled the woman off of the man. The crowd gasped as they saw what remained of the man's head. It was obvious that he had died as he stared into the black sky in a gaze that only the dead can give.
Then came the truley vile and amazing part. People simply began to leave. No concern for the driver, dead man nor unconscious woman. They simply saw what they needed and moved on with their lives, another forgotten event. This where I made up my mind. This is where I vowed to create something so unbelievable, so unimaginable that people would talk about my work for years to come......
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