Same Story

Moving through the city of chaos, the stench of alcohol and smoke linger in the air as the crowd is thick of people that don't know the threat that is near them, I've always hated crowds, and people.

Chatter all around about useless things that don't matter in an everyday life.

I've always heard stories from those that just walk past, useless nonsense that everyone goes through, people who think that something like that is suffering, I really hate.

I despise people that think that they know this world, but I wonder if they have seen the world in black and white, if your too different you get looks of disgust but if your to perfect you get looks of envy.

{"Breaking News... the murder of a wealthy business owner was found not long ago, police are still searching for any evidence to lead to this well know killer."}

It was the fifth murder case found in the last two months, I can see everyone around me staring at the massive screen that tells everyone about what the real world is like but they just carry on like it was nothing.

*smirks*

I just wonder how many people have to die till they finally get the message, that the world that these people find worth living in, isn't so easy to live in.

Everyone around me always say the same thing, that they have seen such bad in this world, that they have had so much to deal with.

Throughout my years I've had so many Therapists but its all fake, they all say the same stuff. 'Don't worry I know what your going through!' 'It will all be over soon' 'you will feel so much better in the end!'

Thing is they will never understand what someone goes through because they weren't there themselves. A person sees another's problems but brush it off like it was nothing, because this modern world has no empathy for anyone or anything.

Those that are so broken take quick repairs to cope because those people think that if they stop to heal themself properly they will bleed out and suffer.

In some cases that is true but for the minor little things that happen to people, they just use that as an excuse to seek out for attention from others, but the thing is people that tend to do that are too weak to take care of things on their own, and as soon as they get help once, they will use that as a source for next time when there is a problem that is too big for them to handle.

But all and all, those that can fight will fight and those that can kill will kill...

My next target should be around here, where are they?

*looks around, smirks*

Aimi: "There they are"

*pulls person into an alleyway* [bang bang]

Most in this world that we supposedly 'live' in people don't get that we are just born to die and that some die before they are ready making others survive in this world and not truly live in it…

Some call me an angle, pretty girl, happy child, most of them compliments are from parents or older people but they are that dense that they can't see the hurt and the pain that someone has been through… how could they, they are only human.

Making my way to "the office" I noticed a little girl in an alleyway with short white hair and mist around her, as I approach her she then starts to glitch and disappears as I stare in disbelief.

proceeding my way I take a glance behind me one last time too find the empty alleyway but continue as I have a blank face. My eyes show my deep thoughts, the red shimmer from the insufferable sunlight and the darkness from the comforting shadow.

Entering the glass modern skyscraper I glance around and see the one person I dislike the most but was the most tolerable one of them all. My partner.

Walking the busy and loud hallway turning and entering my only place for quiet and peace, never did I think that what was gonna come next will irritate me the most.

[BAM]

My so called tolerable partner has just barged into my personal office with so much junk. I just raise a questioning brow at him.

Satsujin: "don't look at me like that! it was bosses orders..... and not like I wanna be in the same office as you!"

I hated just hearing them words come out of his mouth I was angry, fuming, my blood rushing all around my body as I stood up and stood there with a dark and intimidating look in my eyes staring directly into Satsujin's eyes, his body trembling and his hands shaking as he stared back only to try and avoid eye contact. He places his junk on the floor not wanting to drop his it as he looks like he would just have his legs give in under him at any moment now.

Satsujin: "don't stare at people like that its creepy!"

As usual I ignore his advice and just sit back down at my desk, he then puts his junk down on the spare desk in to corner of my office and starts to unpack his things, meanwhile I just continue to type away on my computer.

[tap tap tap] [tap tap tap]

Satsujin: "that tapping is annoying"

Again I just stare blankly at him with the shades of crimson red fin my eyes sparkling in the setting suns ray as it seeps through the other tall skyscrapers of the city out the window.

Staring out at the horizon my eyes are drawn to a billboard that is advertising some sort of clothing while I scoff I motion my fingers to go back to typing. Scribbling down my signature on a few pieces of paperwork a tired sigh removes itself from my throat and I rub my eyes yawning and stretching, grabbing my knife on my black wooden desk I weave the small shiny stainless steal blade in my hands as I stare out my office window up at the stormy and dark clouds.