Hemsey
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MONSTER WITH A CROOKED SMILE
[ This is my first piece I wrote for this forum. This took me three days to complete. I think it's pretty insane how thing play out. Give me all you criticism!]
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Description: A man is conflicted, remissness about the things he's done, events play out that question his sanity.
I'm not the same man I was five years ago, I've changed. My friends don't know who I am anymore I don't even know myself. What I've become, the things I've done. I'm not happy with it not in the slightest. Do you know what WAR IS? It's an endless battle, men fight for what they think is right. They try to justify their actions lie to themselves and convince themselves that what they're doing is the right thing. Killing innocent people will never constitute as the right thing. None of us can't just stop and THINK. We just do. I have abandoned the idea of peace. The idea that everyone can live in a world with no violence, no hate and no suffering. It's just a dream, a fantasy. I have no idea what I'm fighting anymore, what's right is wrong and what's wrong is right. Everything is twisted. As of right now I can hear the sound of destruction. The sound of innocent lives being taken away because of a government that was corrupted and filled with greed. The images of bullets carving into people's skulls are forced in my mind time and time again. I still haven't come to grips that I am part of these crimes. I still remember the actions I took yesterday. I was perched on a roof. I specifically remembered the orders from our commanding Officer. "Kill Everyone that is not us." I had to follow orders despite the obvious, that these people did nothing wrong. My rifle rested on top of the roof that I was designated too. I breathed in and out slowly. Pulling the trigger, reloading after every shot the loud obnoxious noise going off every time I pulled the trigger. The sound of men and women alike screaming, the cries of children became more ominous.
The scenery was like a nightmare. The events that played that day was like a song and us soldiers were the notes, the screams and cries complimenting the sounds and it was as if the Devil himself was conducting us. I looked to the right of me and I could see a number of my comrades in complete utter despair. Tears ran down their cheeks and they choked on their own saliva. We knew what would happen to us if we went against the commander's wishes. This wasn't a democracy despite how the Commander gracefully casts his lies on the people of the country. I observed the normal emotions across the battle field as they continued to fire but one stood out of all the rest. A man who was not effected emotionally by the things he was doing. In fact he was firing off the most shots and I was surprised I didn't notice this son of a *****. His Sinister grin ominous to the world as he gunned down more. He has out of his mind. He reached into his bag and pulled out a grenade after detonating it he threw the weapon if destruction in the area of so many homes, and after that he threw one more a furry of explosions happening. I was nauseated. I felt like I was going to vomit something awful. The other soldiers tried to focus on there target.
I fell to my knees and I noticed I began hyper ventilating. Trying to catch my breath and possibly justify this but there was no way. I was even disgusted at myself for trying to convince my self that this was in anyway justifiable. Under my breath I spoke to myself. "Pigs, Vermin. You All Are Pigs." My tone grew colder and I louder. "That's what you are, savages. Animals with no heart! VERMIN! YOU ALL DISGUST ME!" They noticed my rant and turned, but when I stopped they continued scoping out and looking for enemies. Letting my weapon drop to the floor I stood up from the dirt and noticed that my comrades needed to reload. As they fumbled threw they're bags. I walk towards an army jeep an in the bag under a black blanket, a M16 layed there. Polished in good condition and when I checked it was full of ammo. A perfect weapon for a Massacre. I couldn't help but let out a crooked smile. Speaking to myself in a low voice. I said but one word before holding the deadly automatic rifle in my hand. "Justice." I pointed the nozzle at my comrades one noticed me from the corner of they're eye. "Tch." I pulled the trigger holding it as hard as I can. Bullets flew, tightening my grip I kept my aim at those disgusting ****s. Blood sprayed as I pierced the soldiers with bullets. They're agonizing screams could be heard as they fell one by one. This amount of soldiers were perfect anymore and I don't think I'd be able to handle them. They're screams were similar to those of the innocent. But this time I didn't feel bad, no remorse. No emotion. The kill that I enjoyed the most was ridding that crazy bastard. The one with the sinister smile. I made sure he had the most bullets in him. "DIE YOU PIGS. ALL OF YOU JUST DIE!" All my comrades were now sitting in a pool of they're own blood. I panted and threw the rifle on the dirt. Touching my skin I realized I got some blood on my cheeks and red spots on my neck. Cleaning it with a rag I threw on the dirt as-well and jumped in a Jeep one reserved for us I mean me. Starting the ignition I sped off away from that nightmare. I must be god, I ridden of all the menacing creatures that threatened peace. I am justice.
I let out a laugh, a chuckle that some might take as sinister or evil, but to me this laugh was a laugh of victory. The same crooked smile appeared on my face and I drove until I ran out of gas. I now walked on this bitter wasteland full of dirt and sand. My comrades corpses miles away from me. What I did was right thing. They deserved to die. Each and every single one of them. I kept convincing myself and that kept me busy on my trail until I reached the quarters where I was suppose to retreat with the rest. As much as I wanted to take pride in all the people I brutally murdered I just could not there was one more thing left to do. So I put blame on the innocent, greater good right? I sat in my designated bunk, the mattress felt surprisingly comfortable. I could just fall asleep it was night I could feel the breeze coming from the window. It looked like I didn't have any sleep but it wasn't that. It was the fact I just murdered a battalion of my own. It wasn't guilt but I'd just came realization that I am now a Mass Murderer and to be quite honest I didn't mind. Still dressed in my uniform, I decided to confront the sorry excuse of a Commander. Slipping a hunting knife under my clothing I left my room and bunker and entered the Commander's office luckily the ****er was still working on whatever bullshit plan he had in store next. "Ah, lieutenant Rivers come in. Tell me what is you want." After Saluting I locked the door. This was my chance. Time to end the cycle of destruction. I'll be the one to assassinate the ****ing second Adolf. I could feel it, my dead expression coming into play. The Commander cautiously backed up. "Rivers? Stand Down." Not listening to the bastard I made my away behind his table, pulling the knife out, the deadly blade was now insight. "You Son Of A-"
Poor commander was cut off. A quiet slicing sound was made as the blade cut through his skin. Leaving the deepest wound on his neck, his head decapitated. I watched him as he fell to his knees holding his neck desperately trying to save himself I chuckled at the sight. Commander Irwin fell to his death. I simply walked to the door and unlocked it. Walking over to the deceased Commander I sat down proudly next to my work. "I did it. I've saved humanity...I AM JUSTICE." As the blood pooled over next to me, I just sat there with my crooked smile, awaiting for whatever might come through that door. The sun finally rose the rays gleaming through the windows lighting up the room. Suddenly the door knob moved, the door slowly creaked. This was it. I knew what would happen next. Who ever walked in that room private, sergeant, officer doesn't matter they'll kill me for killing they're god like commander who only sought to better country. But I know, I did the right thing, it was justifiable. It doesn't even matter If I die here. I redeemed myself, I took revenge and now I gracefully accept death knowing full well that I will get what I deserve. I've tried time and time again to convince myself that what I did was right. But the god honest truth, is that I enjoyed it every last minute of it. Killing sets me free. I am Monster, yeah I'm a monster. I like the sound of that.
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Description: A man is conflicted, remissness about the things he's done, events play out that question his sanity.
I'm not the same man I was five years ago, I've changed. My friends don't know who I am anymore I don't even know myself. What I've become, the things I've done. I'm not happy with it not in the slightest. Do you know what WAR IS? It's an endless battle, men fight for what they think is right. They try to justify their actions lie to themselves and convince themselves that what they're doing is the right thing. Killing innocent people will never constitute as the right thing. None of us can't just stop and THINK. We just do. I have abandoned the idea of peace. The idea that everyone can live in a world with no violence, no hate and no suffering. It's just a dream, a fantasy. I have no idea what I'm fighting anymore, what's right is wrong and what's wrong is right. Everything is twisted. As of right now I can hear the sound of destruction. The sound of innocent lives being taken away because of a government that was corrupted and filled with greed. The images of bullets carving into people's skulls are forced in my mind time and time again. I still haven't come to grips that I am part of these crimes. I still remember the actions I took yesterday. I was perched on a roof. I specifically remembered the orders from our commanding Officer. "Kill Everyone that is not us." I had to follow orders despite the obvious, that these people did nothing wrong. My rifle rested on top of the roof that I was designated too. I breathed in and out slowly. Pulling the trigger, reloading after every shot the loud obnoxious noise going off every time I pulled the trigger. The sound of men and women alike screaming, the cries of children became more ominous.
The scenery was like a nightmare. The events that played that day was like a song and us soldiers were the notes, the screams and cries complimenting the sounds and it was as if the Devil himself was conducting us. I looked to the right of me and I could see a number of my comrades in complete utter despair. Tears ran down their cheeks and they choked on their own saliva. We knew what would happen to us if we went against the commander's wishes. This wasn't a democracy despite how the Commander gracefully casts his lies on the people of the country. I observed the normal emotions across the battle field as they continued to fire but one stood out of all the rest. A man who was not effected emotionally by the things he was doing. In fact he was firing off the most shots and I was surprised I didn't notice this son of a *****. His Sinister grin ominous to the world as he gunned down more. He has out of his mind. He reached into his bag and pulled out a grenade after detonating it he threw the weapon if destruction in the area of so many homes, and after that he threw one more a furry of explosions happening. I was nauseated. I felt like I was going to vomit something awful. The other soldiers tried to focus on there target.
I fell to my knees and I noticed I began hyper ventilating. Trying to catch my breath and possibly justify this but there was no way. I was even disgusted at myself for trying to convince my self that this was in anyway justifiable. Under my breath I spoke to myself. "Pigs, Vermin. You All Are Pigs." My tone grew colder and I louder. "That's what you are, savages. Animals with no heart! VERMIN! YOU ALL DISGUST ME!" They noticed my rant and turned, but when I stopped they continued scoping out and looking for enemies. Letting my weapon drop to the floor I stood up from the dirt and noticed that my comrades needed to reload. As they fumbled threw they're bags. I walk towards an army jeep an in the bag under a black blanket, a M16 layed there. Polished in good condition and when I checked it was full of ammo. A perfect weapon for a Massacre. I couldn't help but let out a crooked smile. Speaking to myself in a low voice. I said but one word before holding the deadly automatic rifle in my hand. "Justice." I pointed the nozzle at my comrades one noticed me from the corner of they're eye. "Tch." I pulled the trigger holding it as hard as I can. Bullets flew, tightening my grip I kept my aim at those disgusting ****s. Blood sprayed as I pierced the soldiers with bullets. They're agonizing screams could be heard as they fell one by one. This amount of soldiers were perfect anymore and I don't think I'd be able to handle them. They're screams were similar to those of the innocent. But this time I didn't feel bad, no remorse. No emotion. The kill that I enjoyed the most was ridding that crazy bastard. The one with the sinister smile. I made sure he had the most bullets in him. "DIE YOU PIGS. ALL OF YOU JUST DIE!" All my comrades were now sitting in a pool of they're own blood. I panted and threw the rifle on the dirt. Touching my skin I realized I got some blood on my cheeks and red spots on my neck. Cleaning it with a rag I threw on the dirt as-well and jumped in a Jeep one reserved for us I mean me. Starting the ignition I sped off away from that nightmare. I must be god, I ridden of all the menacing creatures that threatened peace. I am justice.
I let out a laugh, a chuckle that some might take as sinister or evil, but to me this laugh was a laugh of victory. The same crooked smile appeared on my face and I drove until I ran out of gas. I now walked on this bitter wasteland full of dirt and sand. My comrades corpses miles away from me. What I did was right thing. They deserved to die. Each and every single one of them. I kept convincing myself and that kept me busy on my trail until I reached the quarters where I was suppose to retreat with the rest. As much as I wanted to take pride in all the people I brutally murdered I just could not there was one more thing left to do. So I put blame on the innocent, greater good right? I sat in my designated bunk, the mattress felt surprisingly comfortable. I could just fall asleep it was night I could feel the breeze coming from the window. It looked like I didn't have any sleep but it wasn't that. It was the fact I just murdered a battalion of my own. It wasn't guilt but I'd just came realization that I am now a Mass Murderer and to be quite honest I didn't mind. Still dressed in my uniform, I decided to confront the sorry excuse of a Commander. Slipping a hunting knife under my clothing I left my room and bunker and entered the Commander's office luckily the ****er was still working on whatever bullshit plan he had in store next. "Ah, lieutenant Rivers come in. Tell me what is you want." After Saluting I locked the door. This was my chance. Time to end the cycle of destruction. I'll be the one to assassinate the ****ing second Adolf. I could feel it, my dead expression coming into play. The Commander cautiously backed up. "Rivers? Stand Down." Not listening to the bastard I made my away behind his table, pulling the knife out, the deadly blade was now insight. "You Son Of A-"
Poor commander was cut off. A quiet slicing sound was made as the blade cut through his skin. Leaving the deepest wound on his neck, his head decapitated. I watched him as he fell to his knees holding his neck desperately trying to save himself I chuckled at the sight. Commander Irwin fell to his death. I simply walked to the door and unlocked it. Walking over to the deceased Commander I sat down proudly next to my work. "I did it. I've saved humanity...I AM JUSTICE." As the blood pooled over next to me, I just sat there with my crooked smile, awaiting for whatever might come through that door. The sun finally rose the rays gleaming through the windows lighting up the room. Suddenly the door knob moved, the door slowly creaked. This was it. I knew what would happen next. Who ever walked in that room private, sergeant, officer doesn't matter they'll kill me for killing they're god like commander who only sought to better country. But I know, I did the right thing, it was justifiable. It doesn't even matter If I die here. I redeemed myself, I took revenge and now I gracefully accept death knowing full well that I will get what I deserve. I've tried time and time again to convince myself that what I did was right. But the god honest truth, is that I enjoyed it every last minute of it. Killing sets me free. I am Monster, yeah I'm a monster. I like the sound of that.
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It was a awesome story. Not feeling the military theme though.