The Fault In Your Silencer

The man walked on the roof and played with his cane. With his voice fitting perfectly with the well hidden moon.
wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really suuuure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society to create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedyyyy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity...

He sang happily as the dark night sky was filled with toxic air. He jumped from roof to roof, searching for a tempting place. It wasn't that hard in the big old city. 'The old Bernarder bank.' He jumped on the roof and calmly slipped in the air vents. This was going to be fun, he thought with the brightest grin on his face.

'So Asa, Already picked a beautiful coffin?' Ella took a sip of her martini and eyed her from across the little table. They were in a business lounge, in a private booth in the corner of the room. Asa's knees were straight next to each other as well as her Mary Jane's. She leaned back into the sofa with her hands politely on her lap. 'Not yet,' she said cold. Her face was neutral, a simple smile -if you can call it that- hid her dangerous emotions. Ella was slumped back over the couch, a new fur resting on her shoulders. 'Such a shame for the company-'
'let me stop you right there, Ella, and tell you what is really going on here.' Asa didn't move.
Ella let her eyes squint a little, but not too much.
'You say your condolences, I say mine, you try to trick me into giving you as much money and I'll say up yours. But that won't do much for the both of us, so let's try this; I move in with you, you tell the papers you took me in as a daughter and give yourself the hero title and we both use the money to hunt down the monsters who killed my father.'
Neither of them moved a hair.
There was a silence, the background muttering of the business men getting louder some points.
Ella sat up placing one knee over the other.
'I know you cared about him too, so let's commit,' Asa said. Ella chuckled out of loathing and defeat, looking down at her drink. 'Commit to what?' This was Asa's time to lean forward, look Ella straight in the face.
'Revenge.'

The big heavy guard stood by the escalator.
There weren't many people around. The man had his eyes focused and couldn't stop grinning. 'Booh.' The man fell dead on the ground. He didn't even have to shoot, a snap in the neck was enough. How boring.
Andy landed gracefully on the floor and placed his tie on the right place. 'Oh, what boredom can do to you.'

Asa walked out of the building and sighed from under her scarf. She dug her hands in her coat and started walking.

The office was filled with hookers and drug dealers. Antonio was counting his money and laughing with his slut.
The two doors busted open and the man walked in with his black Italian shoes. He looked down, crossed his arms and got the two guns out of the holster.
Two dead.
Four.
Eight.
Twelve.
Oh god, he could do this all night long. Antonio panicked and fell backwards. Andy grinned and pointed the gun at his head. 'You're coming with me,' he smiled with wide eyes.

Andy dragged him out to an alleyway. He flew against the wall, back first, and collapsed on the ground. 'Now you, you, are going to bring me so much money. Where do you wanna go huh? Paris? China? Russia? Korea, heard it's quite lovely in the north,' Andy laughed wickedly and leaned against the wall.
The alarms just started and he already heard the sirens a few blocks away. Antonio spit his blood on the ground and groaned when he landed on his side.
Andy clicked his lighter and lit a cigarette.
'And I think to myself, what a wonderful wooOOoorld,' he sang and looked down at his prize.
He crouched next to him, looking and the blood in his victim's eye.
'You know what it is? It's just that, all my life I've been studying and studying and studying and you know what? It's fucking. Boring! See it's when you unlock that part of your mind, when you get your diploma for psychology, what they're actually doing is congratulating you for making yourself a fuck-up, a person who sees that there's is something deeply wrong with us, humankind.' Andy took another drag and sighed out through his nose, letting the it deliciously burn.
'What you want man?' Antonio moaned and tried to hold his blood from his wound. 'I'm just bored, with human kind, trying to teach! To show, that something is wrong with all of us,' Andy grinned and poked his index finger through the flesh of the wound, hearing the pretty screams like music.
He placed his gun to the dead man's chest.

'Drop it!'
A woman?

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