The evil solution

The loud bang echoed throughout the building. Slithering down the halls and slipping into the many slightly a-jarred doors. Blood spurted out from his back along with a bullet with shards of the young man's spinal cord. He lay limp on the ground as the enraged man walked towards him. The blood drizzling out creating a small stain on the grey carpet floor. The enraged man picked the young man up off the floor and flung him at the wall. He sauntered up to the once proud businessman. The man's anger was shown without doubt, the dark red eyes that had seen so much blood and fury were flaming with high intensity anger. Anyone in their right mind could tell his intentions. The mad murderer grabbed the collar of the business man's shirt about 2 inches below the neck and twisted it. Then he raised the limp young man's rag doll like body and smashed the body against the once yellow wall. The seemingly lifeless body's dangling spine hitting the young man's lower back impaling him with every single smash. The spine then got stuck on the wall and ripped in half. Bloody spinal cord segments flew in all directions. The enraged man started to yearn for the soon to come bang of his 44 magnum. The smashing intensified and the now unconscious young man's arms started to buckle and the elbow smashed into the now blood splattered wall. The chunky firetruck red liquid pouring out onto everything in bucket loads. The elbows bone started to brake and then it shattered flinging dark red splinters of a once useful joint all across the crimson red splattered carpet. The hard smashing started to break bones all the way on the front of the body. First the ribs, followed by the collarbone. Even the shoulder blade broke. The rib was the worst, especially the floating ribs. The top two ribs on the left side now stuck out of the body just under the armpit, making him appear to be part porcupine. The ribs were coated in the now ever present solid maroon blood as enough blood to fill multiple gallon buckets hosed from all over the close to death businessman. It had escalated to the point where there wasn't even a hint of tan skin left on either of the two men and the entire body along with the torn up clothes that were now drenched in the red gooey liquid were rose red. Everything was red in the room as well as the bright yellow wall, the brand new carpet floors, even the murderers trench coat had a red tint to it. The trench coat was originally dark black, too. As expected, the footsteps started. The black combat boots of security guards. The boots marched with such a determination that you could confuse 1 guard with 7.

"ah crap, the fun was just beginning. Ok no more painting the room, although it is really really abstract."

Then the man unlatched the smooth leather holster. Slowly, he slid his 44 magnum revolver out of the sheath, savoring the metallic screech as the chrome plated revolver slid out of the leather holster and into his hand. He pulled back the hammer, priming the chrome handgun slowly so the satisfying mechanical clicks would ring through his head. He aimed the dangerous life-ending weapon just above the man's heart and fired. The bang echoed through the halls once more and bounced around in the man's head as a murderous grin slowly grew upon the murderers face. He knew the man wasn't dead and he did this on purpose. He wanted the guards to find the body and know that in his mind, gory and gruesome wasn't enough. He wanted them to fear him, avoid him and have nightmares of this day. He yet again primed the chrome plated revolver and put it to the man's head, he slammed the body one last time against the wall and then he pulled the trigger. The metallic bullet smashed through the side of his skull then traveled through the complex assortment of nerves and blood. It ripped through the soft pink tissue and plowed through the other side of his skull. The now useless brain sat dead with a small hole gourged in its side. The bullet tore through its skull and ended everything it had ever known. The bang echoed through the tall ceiling in the room and then slithered down the halls seeping into still slightly jarred open doors, the screams were terrifying to any normal person. However, to the murderous man. It was the best sound ever, he lived for it, he loved it, he looked forward to it and it was the one sound that had ever satisfied him. After that, the murderous man ran off down the hall and around the bend sprinting around the corner and peaking down possible exit routes as he searched like a cheetah with the eyes of a ticked off falcon. His steps leaving nothing but the echoing bang to overwhelm the noises within the very same halls. The shrieks of surprise, terror, yelling insults and morning floated along the murderous man's ears as he escaped through an exit door and sprinted across the parking lot. He smiled and thought about what he had just done while hopping into his red 1986 chevy camaro and slapped the key in as if smacking a drum. Then turning the key, he laughed at the top of his lungs as the loud slow roaring melody rumbled through his ears, overthrowing all other sounds for a few seconds. The constant beep of the no seat-belt alarm pinged through the camaro as the man stomped on the gas as if breaking a large thick stick. The camaro leaped off accelerating around the lot as the car sped off to the exit of the fenced in office building's parking lot. The red paints shine shimmering in the sunlight rays and the cold light breeze combed through the man's now exposed hair. The thin dirty blond hair slicked back from the force of the cold refreshing wind. The car speeding around the bend and sprinting down the miles of empty dirt roads long since abandoned after the lumberjacks stripped it of its trees leaving a green hilly ocean of tall and healthy grass swaying with every gust of wind speeding past it. The only hint of civilization left is the moaning alarms shrieking rhythm as the man sped off. The gear of the car being changed quickly as the man smashed the silver joystick with the chrome carved skull on the end under the killer's hand. Exhaust bellowed out of the speeding car, as the slow police cruisers tried to catch up and apprehend the murderous maniac and stop this twisted blood craving rampage once and for all. However, the psychotic man did his research and he got the best parts to put in the best car so that he could walk in, draw blood and walk out without an issue. Yet, the police cruisers edged slowly up to the man and he had no choice. He hit the red button and just like that the self driving gps guided steering system engaged and he stood up to grab his secret weapon,a smaller but still just as powerful AA12 fully automatic shotgun. He quickly flipped the black chrome safety switch and stood up aiming the deadly weapon at the police brigade behind him, then all hell broke loose as he pulled the trigger. The shiny coated brass bullets propelled with the extreme power of a shotgun being fired in full auto at full speed. The cars scrambled along the road to find the non-present blind spot. After only one 50 bullet clip, the police cruisers were pulled over or had crashed and the once proud white cars that stood for the state's only line of defence were now coated with black singe marks and holes. Suite covered holes and red blood gushed out of the many pulled over police cruisers, the few survivors of the horrific barrage of high speed steel were injured badly and the blood on many of them slowly squeezed out like honey that's been untouched for a few months. The body count would be 63 and the injured would be only 2, but none would survive. The man sat back down and turned off the self driving gps system. He flew down the old country roads to claim his $14,000 bounty reward. He turned and hit the brake kicking up a cloud of dust across the meth-smelling trailer as the 23 year old man hobbled out stuffing the remains of his hot dog, ketchup smeared on his face. He walked up to me and said

"so"(chews again) "the jobs done"

He said this as he continued to chew, the mushy saliva coated hot dog chunks dribbling out of his mouth and hitting the ground. The loud chomp's echoing through the murderous man's mind. "Yea the jobs done alright"

"Good, here's the money."

The man eating the hotdog handed the murderous man his bag of money and then the man eating the hotdog said

"ya' know if ya' ever come round' here again, make an effort ta' come on up here."

The man said, but the murderous man couldn't hear him. All he heard was the chewing and chewing. The constant chewing and the munched up food drizzling out of the mans mouth. He couldn't handle it, he turned around and walked away to make it look like he was leaving and then the murderous man turned quickly holding his 44 magnum pistol in hand and he fired hitting the man eating his hot dog right in the leg. "Yooowwwww"

The man hollered so much it reminded him of his parents, the night his gun went off and he became a criminal. However he didn't pull the trigger, his brother did. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He walked up to the howling man on the ground as he rolled and hollered. "I love that sound, it's the same sound that ruined my life too."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"You sound like father when the bullet hit mom, you shot him down so fast after that. You chased me all night brother and you thought you killed me. Ha, I'm a fighter and you knew that."

"No, no no no no. There's no way you're my brother."

"REALLY, I GOT THE HOLE IN MY BACK TO PROVE IT."

The crazy enraged man lifted his shirt to reveal a tattoo on his back with a singular dot in the middle, the tattoo pointed to the hole and said stuff like revenge and kill.

"I don't believe this"

"You better, cause' you won't believe in anything again when I'm done with you."

"I didn't know what I was doing brother, I didn't realize it was you."

"Well, you definitely remember mom and dad. They were our pride AND YOU TOOK THAT AWAY."

The terrified man rolled and cried as the murderous man primed his 44 magnum and aimed it at the terrified killer, the man aimed for his heart and pulled the trigger immediately firing. "Click"

"You know this gun?"

"Not really why?"

"It's the same gun you shot mom and dad with 14 years ago."

"I was 7, I didn't know what I was doing. Please stop."

"you shot your parents, you knew exactly what you were doing."

"And I shot you."

"WHICH IS EVEN MORE DEMENTED, YOU FREAK."

"Please, don't."

The murderous man flipped out the cylinder and slowly pushed the bullet into the slot, pushing it slowly so the screech of metal on brass screeched longer. The man on the ground stopped scrambling and stopped crying. "Don't do it, we're brothers. We have to stay together, right?"

"Mom said that, but you ended her. In my book that makes you a murderer, not my brother."

"Just like your about to end me, huh?"

"Yes, you can't talk me out of this you know. I have yearned for this for years now, I've dreamed of this day."

The murderous man flipped the cylinder in and pulled the trigger piercing through the murderous man's head leaving splats of pink chunky red soup all over the wall and dusty ground. The hot dogs chewed up pieces spread on the golden yellow dust. "People came out here to get gold that was shiny yellow and so did I, but my gold was soft and red"

He hopped into his camaro and sped down the road back to the city. Once again, his dirty blonde hair floated behind him. The wind seeping through a crack on his window and the smells of the city slithered into a horrific stench. He remembered the smells though and could identify one smell compared to another. The smell of fresh warm pizza with a mouth watering sea of hot sauce and the melted swiss cheese dripping on the sidewalk as who ever had the pizza, left a light grey trail of steamy mist behind him. He even smelled a freshly baked pot of mac & cheese, the steaming hot cheese laid sizzling with the small soft noodles. Warm smelling steam billowed out of the fresh pot of mac & cheese. Then there were the bad smells, the random dumpsters full of restaurant waste like old moldy salad, soggy pizza, old bread, and even some stale cereals. There were homeless people, struggling to survive with their old rotting taped together rags. Followed by the all too common stains and trash still on there old clothes. The murderous man realized he couldn't go to town with bloody clothes, although he was already a criminal with over 32 warrants for his arrest. All for murder in only that month.

"what has my life came to, I'm a las vegas hitman whose life revolves around death, blood, and the clinks that my 44 magnum makes when the hammer strikes the bullet casing."

He had no choice, he had to pull over to a nearby restaurant, The police cruiser parked outside didn't even cause a red flag or even concern him. He knew he was a total bad ass and could do whatever he wanted or kill whoever he wanted. He walked up to the door and opened it, the long creek of the door rang through the bar. The alcoholics too busy finishing their tankard of beer to notice him and the common folks looking up while finishing their afternoon burgers. Then there was the police officer, who stood up and got ready to arrest the man before he even saw his face. He saw only the blood staining his black leather trench coat, then the officer saw his face and realized what would have to be done. He grabbed his walkie talkie and yelled at the station, but the murderous man merely pulled out his 44 magnum and loaded more bullets in then, without looking he raised the gun and fired hitting the policeman's walkie and then going through it to hit his heart, The officer drizzled blood from his small dime-sized wound as he fell to the floor. Another victim of the cold metal bite of the murderous man's 44 magnum. Everyone screamed, but he didn't care. One man stood up and drew a gun quickly, but there was one problem. The murderous man saw the armed man as he opened the door, he had already sent a hissing pellet his way and he smiled as the bullets cold sting bit him in the throat. He gushed blood all over his nearby daughter, as she screamed her father choked and died on that very table. The girl was about 15 years the man guessed and she grabbed her father's gun and fired. However, she was so mad that the tears gathering in her eyes wouldn't let her aim and she missed every shot. Then the gun ran dry and her face went from dark red with anger to pale white with fear. "If you pick up a gun little girl, you better use it well or it ends horribly wrong."

I moved the barrel over two inches and fired nailing her trigger finger and pegging it to the wall, she howled blood curdling shrieks of agony as she tried to muster out cuses. The murderous man decided to end her because she was reloading the gun and he fired with an echoing boom and a small explosion. The little metal bullet sped out of the barrel and buried itself deep into the young girl's head as her body went limp and the pink and red chili once again splattered on the wall. "Any other courageous souls willing to die today?"

Nothing was heard by the man but silence. "Mourning"

"Mournin bill"

"What can I get ya' this fine bloody day?"

"I'll take some french toast." He said "and maybe a small beer."

"Good choice, I'll get ya some of the best beer we got back there."

"Don't treat me special because I can kill you. I don't kill bartenders, let alone old friends."

"Yea, I know."

"Ok well hurry up, I've been traveling all night on an empty stomach."

"Right away."

"Thanks."

The murderous man sat down knowing he wouldn't have the time to finish or even start his breakfast. "Damet, I thought I would at least have time for a beer."

The killer walked out the door and up to his car. He pulled out his AA12 and slapped a new clip in it. The first car that turned the corner, he shot to all hell. He fired at the other 12 police cruisers and the survivors hopped out to shoot him. He merely sprayed them with bullets like a man eating a salad would pepper his hard-boiled eggs. The bodies dropped like bombs did on the attack of pearl harbor. The psychotic man smiled as all his worries disappeared into the loud bangs and the screams of pain and fear. "Ha, I love this even though it's so demented."

Then he finally understood something, "this is what my brother might have felt as a child. No no no, I can't be like him. NOOOO"

Jake stopped firing and walked down towards the cops, the only survivor sat bleeding on the ground. "Why"

The Murderous man put the gun in the officer's hands and turned around. He dropped to his knees, then he put his hands behind his head and interlocked his fingers. The officers rage and agony built up as he saw his dead partner's bodies, the very people who shared the same memories and the same experiences as him. All the rage and confusion built up and he aimed the gun at The regretful man's head and pulled the trigger. The Sorrowful man's head exploded as the cold metal bullet sliced through his skull and ripped through his brain then bursted out the other side. His skull shattered inward and the pink and red chunky chili drizzled out. The broken murderous man, finally knew what it was like for every person he had ever killed. It didn't hurt, it didn't confuse him, it calmed him and it filled him with joy as all his thoughts released and all his worries faded into ashes. He felt the chains of flames and pain overtake his whole body and mind. Yet it didn't give him fear nor pain because, as the chains touched him they recoiled. The flames roared as they shot out of the darkness but, they couldn't reach him. He was untouchable and he grabbed the chain. He yanked on the chain and a red horned man flew towards him, as he stuck his hand out he punched off the horn of the red behemoth of legend and spun around the chain, then the murderer struck the broken horn gourging the behemoth through the heart. The behemoth started to scream at him

"you are destruction, you are pain, you are death, you are agony, you are darkness, you are evil and yet you are still the only solution."

The behemoth lit up in flames and the murderous man said,

"and you are dead."

Then he walked towards a white light, he saw stairs and walked up them. When he arrived above clouds of red and orange flames, he saw a castle of clouds and peace. He was met at the top of the long staircase by, only a hand that reached out to him. He looked up and saw his mother and father standing there. His father grabbed the finally peaceful man's hand and yanked him up. But, the blood was soaked so deeply into the murderers clothes and body that it was on his very soul. So when he touched his father's hand, his father screamed and then his mother touched his hand and screamed more. Then they lit up in flames and The murderer's heart was ripped in two. "You're right. I am a solution, I am the evil solution."

The end

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