I missed her the first time.. but I knew she’d venture out again. I knew her kind, prone to believe that they co-owned these parts, they would stagger out at any hour to do heir business spreading their filth on anything they touched, oblivious to the hate and fear they attract and the ills they propagate.
I waited in silence with my weapon, careful not to make a sound. I saw her come out again, look around and start to advance towards my hiding place, 1, 2, 3 whaaammmm!!!
I didn’t miss!. I watch her twitch a while, I derived a sick pleasure from watching her there on her back struggling to live. Whaaaamm!!!! The second blow finished it. She was still. My work was done.
The pleasure was fleeting, this was becoming too easy…I had read of a way to make this more thrilling, ways to kill more at a time, I would try this out tomorrow… Perhaps the pleasure wouldn’t be so fleeting then.
I had to dispose the corpse, I didn’t want to touch it; not because finger prints could be traced back to me, she was scum anyway, the community would be delighted, there was no love lost on this one. I avoided her filth in her life time, I wouldn’t let her infect me in death.
I put away my weapon and disposer to be used again in no distant time . I could now sleep, soundly. I had shown who truly owned these parts. I was boss.
These cockroaches, you have to keep them on check or they’ll run you out of your house.