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❌✅What are you? (2)

673 Words

Never in my life, someone would say 'what are you?' to me. Because they all know alrighty know who I am, a murder with a goal of killing innocent people, isn't that obvious enough? But... Truth is, I only kill if I want to, if they threaten me, then they're most likely dead in a parking lot, try to bother me in some way? Basically buried elsewhere from where I'm standing.

At a young age, I killed animals to make me feel better, I had no idea why this is an addiction of mine but it soon became more and more addicting when I started to hear about people murdering on the news. I wanted to do that too.

And that's how I am. Murder with the goal of just killing innocent people and still alive by day and night.

Although. There was one person who must've been an idiot who seemly doesn't know who I am what's so ever asks the question...

"What are you?"

I'm wanted, people hate me and well known for killing people! How can you say something like that? I just wanna punch his face and say: "You moron! You're literally standing right in front of a-

"I know you're a murderer, but... What do you think you are?"

...

My eye twitched, he almost sounded like a principle speaking into a P.a and not knowing the hell he's talking about.

"I'm a murder, what else?"

"Are you though?"

"YES I AM WHAT ELSE AM I-"

"A murder that killed it's own true happiness?"

"..."

"Ah." He sat down. "Well, I was right-"

"You don't even know what you're talking about!"

"I don't huh. Then answer this: why are you killing people then?"

"Why should I tell you? Getting into someone's persona-"

"You must've been through something have you?"

"..."

Who even is this guy? And why am I even bothering with answering with these dumb questions anyhow?

...

Maybe... Just... A bit of chit chat never hurt.

"Not talking? That's okay, I got lots to share-"

"Quit your talking! Let me talk!"

"Ahem- just answer my question alright?"

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

"Why can't I?" He smiles warmly.

"SEE?!"

"Hm?"

"You're doing it again! When I ask the questions, you question me back! Or actually! Ignoring the question entirely!"

"But isn't it great to talk more?"

"..."

"What."

"I said, Isn't it great to talk more?"

...

The wind started to build up.

"Wow pretty chilly isn't it-"

"Sir, whatever you want with me just tell me alrighty!"

"Excuse me, I'm no 'sir'. call me Etan."

I gave a heavy sigh "Okay whatever! You're wasting my tim-"

"Great! Now that's settled!"

"Want to get some tea with me, Josh?"

...

I honestly thought he was going to say coffee but... No.

"Uh yeah no thanks I like tea, but no thanks."

There's no way he knows my favourite tea to persuade me to get some with him and his piece of trash of a person he is-

"Green tea perhaps?"

WHAT THE CRAP.

"Wai- how do you-"

"I just saw you this morning drinking some so I thought maybe we should get some!"

"W-what?! Were you stalking me?!"

"Says the one who kills people."

...

"Good point- BUT STILL STALKING!"

I facepalmed.

"Ugh whatever since it's cold and I have nothing else to do today."

"Thats good! *turns to the exit of the alleyway with Josh* besides all the yelling you created in this alleyway I'll duct tape it just in case."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Ooh man, I swear this guy makes my blood boil.

"Huh did I say something?" *walking on the sidewalk*

"UUUUAAH! I hate you!" I groaned.

"That's okay, I'll make sure you'll pay for it!"

"WHAT!" Pulling my knife out angrily.

"I'm joking! Jeez! Don't pull out your knife in public!" He laughs as if my knife is a toy.

I sighed and looked at him and said what he said before...

"What are you?"

Created on: 10/28/2018

Edited on: 9/11/2019