*shriek*

I felt the fucking slimy crimson blood of this new Cutta Gang Scumbag spraying on my wide eyes and even wider smile. “Please…for fucks sake!”

*bang*

The second I let up my dance of frantic bloody slashes he slit my eye socket with a stray bullet from his obvious 9MM strap hiding in his belt line.

The moment took me as the panoramic city lights spun me into a cosmic dance of the heavens tearing into his body like he wasn't the head of the most deadly gang south of the L.A. River and I wasn't some fucking kid

My eyes darted over what was left of him. His bleeding brown mangled fingers stood out to me among ribbons of flesh; He held onto the double-ended maroon katana that's been my newest addiction, cutting his fingers and exposing his raw sinews with each small twitch he made.

I had shoved that fucker so far into his waist I nearly broke the tang.

“You're in shock…stop grabbing my shit!” I yanked the fucking handle from his midsection like a lawnmower as the blade slid so wetly I remembered how much I love mac n’ cheese.

…Fuck im losing it…I tried to refocus my dilated pupils on the deceasing shitbag's last lights fading from his eyes before snorting a line of coke off of the dying man's gun–I don't know why this has become ritual for me–Im beginning to think im not the good guy anymore…

After a couple of seconds of my brain cells exploding into tiny euphoric fireworks; I pushed the now dead and leaky southside gang member into a pile of rotting garbage nearby. I could hear gunshots and police sirens making a harmonic but dissonant symphony to the moment.

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I slipped up a janky old fire escape taking the same route I've been training for the last 10 weeks. The smell of wet trash and decomposing bodies never left my nose.

I have spent the last two weeks killing perverts and assholes. The last week taking down random thugs and dirty cops. But today…with that last kill I finally made a difference.

Im now number 212 on the FBI’s most-wanted list–fuck me…I haven't taken one second to breathe it feels like.

Maybe I should have never made that bet with Kiryi…If she was still here I wouldn't be– my infernal eternal internal monologue caused me to lose my balance slamming my shoulder painfully into a downtown L.A. multi-story building’s air system. My face lay four inches from a viscous and oily puddle.

My cold and shark-like eyes flashed instinctually in the black mirror of my soul. I could barely recognize myself anymore; hunched there dripping with my own and others metallicly sticky blood.

The now dreadlocked bearded killer stared back at me with malice and blood dripping down his…my scarred face.

It wasn't bad enough im fucking addicted to this…” hobby”. I hated myself, I hated everything, except Kiryi. She was the only sealant to the crack that my soul refused to mend. Every time I look at her Comatose fucking pale brown body I want to slice my own filthy esophagus just to give her air.

I ripped myself from another free rent space for trauma and stared at the city lights before me–I was born 6 months after the megacity went public. 7 years old when they decided to wall off the lower streets and gangs took over everything not bought with gentrification.

My mother killed herself when they gave Dad the chair. They asked me in the group home if felt their deaths affected me…I still don't have a real answer if it did or not–and im tired of searching an empty soul for depth I fucking don’t even have

The 60-story skyscrapers stood like unironic towers of Babel above the wretched streets and me–who am I? What am I? The sharp shimmering photons made me understand what I am when the light of man showed my outer casing…

To this life–I am a slayer of my fellow kin…in the next, I do not know. Maybe if I–there's no excuse for the monster I've become, am, and plan to be.

I landed in a sharply angled jutt off somebody's barred balcony softly but quickly as I pulled out my useless phone. I stopped caring about being seen since I took down that SWAT team at Union Station–I refuse to let anyone take me down, not now…2 of 9 gang gangrenous heads cleansed in one night.

I'M NOT STOPPING NOW

FUCK THESE ASSHOLES…if Kiryi won't wake up tomorrow from her sleepless death–neither will I. We all fucking die tonight.