Chapter 2: Reality is my imagination

psychopath's

People who are considered sick in the mind, and are people who lack empathy. A skill so deeply rooted in humanity that those without none or nearly none are either cold, evil or just killers in the making right? It's so odd to see society change this and made us look like all we want to do is kill everything just for some joy. In the past there were so many but it wasn't only the mentally sick that were killing. But let's ignore that little detail and look at how society has changed.

Time has changed society so much so that with media and technology people started to brand psychopaths or anyone with a mental disease to be serial killers in the making, but ask yourself this. How many psychopath's or people who lack emotion and wouldn't hesitate to kill are there? What do you think?

10 000? 100 000? more? I'll tell you just how many psychopath's there are, no need to stress about the rest right? So here's the answer, the amount of psychopath's there are take up about 1% of the entire population

do quick math in a society with roughly nearly 8 billion people then you get 80 million psychopath's. That's not counting sociopath's or many other 'mentally sick' people.

So if there are so many of us why is the population growing instead of declining. Only things that stop it is alien invasions killing thousands, but the population is still growing. It actually comes like this:

Contrary to what society has lead one psychopath's don't enjoy killing. We just don't feel nothing if we kill somebody. Like how you kill an ant, you just simply don't really care.

At most psychopath's are curious in how a man dies, but that's about it ain't it? Just curious, because after seeing it you satisfy it an move on with life.

But don't get it twisted, Just because we don't enjoy it doesn't mean we won't do it if push comes to shove since we are very less hesitant to do it than others.

To shorten things up I'll leave this off on a question. Are psychopath's nature or nurture? maybe both? Choose your answer.

Because Society is the reason psychopath's exist.

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Stealth. Something that takes years to master. The art of silence, a skill used to assassinate, steal and hide.

It's something I wished I practice before. As I stab the closest guy in the bathroom. blood spilling out as he chokes on his own blood i went for his gun. I saw him reload it and knew if I had it the other guy was dead.

Except When a man is dying they tend to freak out more than i expected. He kept not only a good grip on the gun but proceeded to unload the hole clip in the floor. The other guy hears and turns around to see his mate dying and me behind him. There's shock written all over his face and i took this opportunity to....

Get the fuck out of there. now I'm running down a hallway as fast as I can. The blood and adrenaline were pumping throughout my body as I kept running. ' got to hide somewhere.' I thought as I remember the janitor room the janitor rarely locks up. ' Lets get there the-'

"*BANG*" I felt a sharp pain in my left leg as i fell to the ground. I turn around and see the shooter looking at me extremely calm. So calm, yet I knew that he had to be angry if those eyes said anything. He slowly started to walk to me, the gun hanging from one of his arms as he walks too me.

I knew i was going to die, so Instead of trying to run I just turn around and looked at him directly in the eyes. He Then stops walking, as he points his gun right at me. The end of the barrel staring at me, as i knew my death was approaching. So Why?

Why do I feel this unease in my chest? Why do i feel like fate wasn't meant to go like this, MY fate wasn't supposed to end so early. It feels so.... WRONG. Like i am being robbed of something.

'I don't want to die.' I simple realization, I never wish for death but i knew my chances of dying was high. I had mentally prepared to die, so why this feeling? is this just a gut feeling? Why? WHY!

'I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

Why??? Why? why? why? why? why? why? why? WHY? WHY?! WHY?! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY ME?????

'Why can't he die? Why can't he die? Why can't he die? Why can't he die? Why can't he die? Why can't he die? Why can't he die? Why can't he die? Why can't he die? WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!'

"*COUGH cough cough*" The shooter started to cough, he kept coughing and coughing until blood came out, and even then he didn't stop. He got down on his knees, dropped his gun and grabbed his throat. He started to choke himself to stop coughing, but even then he didn't die. He coughed until his eyes bled blood. He kept coughing until his face was swollen, and he just KEPT coughing. And then he coughed one last time, and threw up a huge amount of blood on the ground. He fell back to the ground, as his chest laid still.

" He.... died?" I can't believed it. He just died, by coughing off all things. COUGHING when he didn't even look sick. It's a shock to all who witnessed, being me and only me who saw it.

But there was a feeling of emptiness in me. Like him dying of coughing took something out of me.

I didn't dwell on the feeling as I quickly took of my sweater and ripped it in half, I then rapped it tightly around my left leg, as i check the wound. " a flesh wound..." How lucky. Man who was about to kill me dies of coughing and when he shot me I only got a flesh wound.

I then see the gun, and I of course went and to pick it up. Limping too it was painful but after picking it up I observed it.

It's a black colored M16A1. I checked the man and found 3 extra magazine's in his holsters, and i take them for myself as well as the vest. With all these items in hand i have quickly geared and increased my chances of survival significantly.

So now is the time to get the hell out of here

And kill some motherfuckers

{Author note: ok i got some news and some updates about a few things, but first i'd like to say sorry for posting this so late. This chapter's actually been ready since wensday and i kinda forgot about it? look school took some time and when friday rolled up all i thought was playing apex,warframe and a couple of other games. so It's only after finishing a 7 hour session did i remember about this fanfic, so agai sorry.

But i have good news! i'm off of school the hole week! basically expect more chapters, although i am mostly going to spend it playing so.... yeah.

an update about something is the fact that from now one chapter words is going to increase too 2 000. basically better quality chapters, less updates. Not 100% percent sure about this though.

Anyways that's all folks!}