Broken people tend to hurt others, or if not, they hurt themselves more. There are dark secrets that we don't want others to know. We all have wounds that we can't heal.
Same books, same titles, but different pages. We all have stories that we don't read out loud. Same pains but different reasons.
Pain is what changes people. Some become rude. The others become playful. But most of them become silent.
They screamed in pain. They felt like they are in Satan's hell. They feel like they were burned alive, while they feel the pain being done to them. And they almost die as they shout in nervousness. But the people behind their pains didn't even feel any sympathy towards them. There was no remorse. All they have is the lust to torture and kill them. The desire of having their freedom.
The man with a gun in his hand smirked. He playfully plays his gun in his hand. While his other hand has a cigarette stuck between his two fingers. He looked so deadly and dangerous to messed up with.
"Do you think that we're a fool?" he said as he pointed a gun in one of their pawns. The guy nervously shook his head, swallowing his saliva while looking at those murderous eyes.
The other man whose busy drinking a beer shook his head. He closed his eyes and massaged his nose bridge. Boredom is hitting him now.
He hears those begging voices from their pawns. He chuckled humorlessly, he drinks again on the canned of beer. He pulled out his gun and fired at the man who had screamed. He was irritated. His head was already hurting from the man's resounding howl. The guy was shot straight on his head. He just looked at that without emotion on his face.
The man's body was lying on the dirty floor where they are. So the blood flowed to the floor like water. He didn't even give a fuck about it, he didn't even blink once. That's how cruel he is.
"Fuck, will you two stop being morbid? Even just for once?" The man with a cigarette in his hand said.
"Dude, stop being gay," he said while playing the canned of beer on his palm.
"I'm not a fucking gay!" the man said in a monotonous tone and puffed his cigarette. He puffed the smoke from the cigarette and looked at the two. They were busy torturing their pawns again.
He shook his head and boring watched the two torture their pawns. It's not new to him to see those two being a devil themselves. They're all a fucking demon trying to hide on everyone. He smoked the cigarette for the last time, the two killed the rest of the crew of the man they were fleeing. So it was normal for him to see them being too brutal in torture. This is a normal thing for them.
He licked his lips before getting the attention of the two. The two looked bored when they look at him, oh come on. Not even a smile huh.
"We have a problem..."
"Give me a second. I want to be wasted before I hear your fucking nonsense problem." It knocked over a bottle of vodka that had just opened.
"I said we, it's not just mine," he scowled. He looked at the other guy who was just silently looking up while his eyes were closed.
The man looked at him and hissed. It even pointed a gun at him. "Fucking get out before I shoot you on your head,"
He was confused so he muttered his what. But he cursed loudly as the man shot him. Fortunately, he quickly dodged the bullet that was coming for him. Be glared at the man.
"Bloody fucking hell?"
"Fucking solve the problem. Or the next bullet will be on your head."
He just shook his head again as he walked away from their basement. Like what the fuck? It's not just his problem. That's a problem for the three of them. But guess what? He will just solve it alone. That's unfair. So fucking freaking unfair. He would rather stay at a bar and flirt with different women than do what he was asked to do. Ah. He suddenly wants to get laid and bang some women.
But he still has work to do. Damn. Damn his twin brothers.
"Whatever."
He has already reached his destination. He is leaning against a pole and counting the time. He smiled playfully before getting his gun. His target was on the other side of the street. Currently getting out of a restaurant. He readies it while putting a silencer on the gun.
He pointed it to his target. His target was just nearby. He was only about five meters away from the man. Not bad to shoot the man.
If people will look closely, they could notice him holding a gun. Someone might recognize him since he was just wearing a black mask that only covers half of his face. But he doesn't care about it. He prefers this so that his work is not boring. Well, he can actually use a long-range kind of gun and stay on a rooftop or farther than that. But there's no thrill if he will do his job on a far distance.
"Only weaklings will use a sniper, this one is so much better," his eyes narrowed when he saw his target stop in front of a car. He lowered his gun and walked closer to his target. This is a lot better, nearing on the target, then pointing right through its head.
He stopped when he's already in front of the man. The man looked at him, parting its lips in shock. He removed his mask. Then he grinned when he saw the man in front of him looking at him in fear.
"Miss me, fucker?"
He raised his hand holding a gun. He pointed the gun at his target.
"Cosa Nostra," he grinned more when he got the reaction he wants. "Montefeltro-Valmarana..."
"Welcome to hell, Satan said..."
And right there and then, he shoots him on his head. He smiled emotionless as he watched the man slowly fall to the ground. Blood is scattered on the floor. He licked his lips before looking at the girl who saw him killing his target. From the beginning, he could feel her looking at him. Looks like he has an audience. He could see her menacing eyes and lips trembling in fear. He gave her an evil grin before putting on the mask again. He hid the gun he was holding as he threw the silencer in the trash he passed by as he walks on the street.
"The world is full of darkness, baby. Don't expect that it will always be colored in a rainbow.
He heard an oncoming police vehicle, they were late as expected. He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. Fucking associates.
EVERYTHING seems busy. The students are having their world. They didn't bother to care about other people around. But not until Seraphina Fernandez stepped towards the entrance of San Albereda University. Everyone looked at her that makes her bowed her head. She's still not really used to the indifferent treatment of the students where she studies. They act like she has this contagious disease when in fact she doesn't have, well, the only thing she has is a disorder, but it wasn't contagious like what they are reacting to. She has this disorder called dysphemia, on which whenever she tries to speak she always stutter. Not because she's nervous, well, part of. She immediately change directions when she saw a bunch of students walking in her direction. As much as possible she doesn't want to associate with them. Because for sure, they will make fun of her just like before. Seraphina walked faster until she reached the library. It was only then that she breathed
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I am inside the CAS main library, the College of Arts and Science Library. Unlike the library I went to last week, I like it more here since the ambiance is more comfortable. There's a lot of students here too. And that makes me feel more nervous. Some of them are busy but almost everyone is looking at me. Watching me intently as if I'll do anything wrong. I bowed my head in embarrassment while going to the end of the library. The table in there was hidden from the other student. I mean it's far away from the other students. And here we go again, hay. From thebeginning, no one wants to talk to me. Ever since that I'm young, people treated me like this, because they thought that I'm not like them. Well, I think of that too. Who would wantto befriends with a person like me? I have a disorder and just a few people understand it. I don't know what's wrong with me aside from having a disorder that w
Some scenes are not for young and close-minded readers. This chapter has some sexual harassment scenes. *** Truth on what he said. Even though I can't see him, I have a feeling that he is just around the place. Yes, our paths never crossed after that incident in the girl's restroom. But I know he was just there, watching me from afar. My fear that I'm feeling on him doesn’t even wither, and as time goes on, it just getting worse. My eyes widened when I saw him walking all alone on the path where I'm going. We were inside the main library of our university. I was just at the entrance when I saw him. He was wearing his usual buttoned-down white long sleeve polo that was tucked in on his black trouser. His gold watch was proudly showing on his right pulse. It's visible since the sleeve of what he was wearing is foldinto his elbow. Every girl is watching him.Adoringlylooking at him like he's their prince charming that goes down fabulousl
He licked his lips, I was about to speak again when I heard some footsteps. I just quickly left without looking at him again. My breathing pattern is still heavy. As I walked, it kept coming back to my mind what had happened earlier. I felt so stupid letting him do that to me. I shouldn’t have let him. That's wrong, we shouldn't have done that. I'm really stupid. Besides, I was relieved when I got home to the apartment. I just wish that our paths will never cross again. I’m scared of him, that’s the truth. I know, he was not just a normal student in our university. I don’t know if people also noticed it or not. His every word felt so true. I'm a gullible one, I'm just a kid, I already know about that habit of mine. But I know, his words are true. That when he says he can kill me, I can feel it. He could do that, I just don't know where I got that thought. I sighed, I should've not thinking about him. A
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I thought when I returned he would have left me, but I was wrong, he's still there. He got out of his car and looked at the bicycle I was carrying. The emotion on his face became blank again as before. There is no sign of his anger but I have a feeling that he is still mad. I stared at him in shock at what he did next. He put my bike in the backseat. It was a folding bike so he could easily place it inside.Then he opened the car for me, I gulped and got into his car. In a few moments, he also went inside the car. I thought we were just going to be silent all the time.But he suddenly talked."What are you doing in that club?"I could not answer him instantly. As if a stone had been placed in my throat. I can feel my body shaking. His voice is too dangerous. I'm not mistaken in what I thought before. I can feel how mad he is, still. I lowered my head and played with my fingers to calm myself. But it didn't even help me to make myself feel better. I was ev
While I'm walking in the corridor of our building I heard a group of girls talking. I stopped because they also blocking my way."Shit, did you see Azel here earlier?" said a woman wearing a simple dress."Yes, I saw him leaning in the wall there," her female companion pointed out in a classroom."Damn girl, I should have gotten in early. Isn't he here anymore?""Sad to say, he went to his class already. You know Azel, he doesn't want to get late.""But, why did he come here to our department?""I don't know, maybe he's flirting with someone here?""That's ridiculous, you know. Azel doesn't do girlfriends, he just fuck. I did see him the other day, he is making out with a student here in the main library. Damn, he's hot to look at. I hope I was the one he's kissing.""Really? Did you see the girl? Who is it? Is she beautiful?""I didn't see her face tho, but I bet the girl is beautiful I don't think Azel will hook up wit