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(c) Black Angel'2ooo
PSYCHOSIS
Stop, moment of death,
You are wonderful!!!
Prologue.
Well, that's enough, I've had enough of this! I hate it! I hate it!!
I hate it!!! Who do I hate? Lord, I'm already talking
with myself, I'm going crazy. Once again I want to destroy everything,
break, destroy, kill. Kill? But you're not capable of
such. Take someone's life! Yes you are in your conscious life
I tried not to kill even insects, I didn’t even kill flies, but
released through the window. How can you kill? No, animals
animals, insects are completely different. The man deserved to die
HUMANITY MUST DIE!!! But you will die along with humanity! -
Fuck me! My life has no meaning. And is this life? I
I just exist. And who is to blame? He brought himself to this point.
They helped me. Who? Parents. Can you blame them for this, after all?
did they want the best? But it turned out as always... I'm too early
learned to think. Life has no meaning. Only death has
meaning! What do you know about life? Enough to die. Otherwise,
what I don't know can't compensate for all the crap that's happened to me
surrounds. Lord, what is happening to me? It's warm outside,
good weather. Normalpeople live and enjoy life. Little people
with their base aspirations, desires, feelings. How are you
can you judge them? In order to judge, one must put oneself on the
place of a person. To hell with these people! Tired of it. How much
Can you think about the meaning of life? That's it, it's time to act...
---
Silently I take the rifle,
everyone is an enemy!
I didn't lose my mind
hate is my flag.
ARIA
I don’t have a rifle and there’s no one to borrow it from. But what’s the point? Better -
a knife, and quiet and easy to carry... An axe? - No, too rude.
Yes, I don’t even have a normal knife, but it’s sharp, so what? - Neither
blood flow, no comfortable handle. Come on, it will do... Night,
moon, full moon. I don’t remember how I found myself in an unfamiliar area.
A forest was visible not far away. There are no passers-by. I'm going "wherever my eyes look"
obeying intuition. In most apartments the lights are off, you can see
only the bluish glow of televisions in some apartments. A
maybe it's computer monitors? Computer... infernal machine...
Many people have gone crazy due to losing touch with reality. A
is this reality necessary? Cruel reality. Thundered past
bus, interrupting my thoughts. I looked around. The bus was moving
further, wobbling from side to side. The driver got drunk - I thought.
How low this world has degraded... It should not exist! This
not right! I look up. Full moon, affects
subconscious. - Don’t smokeis there? I look down and see someone
female individual. I can't even dare to name it
girl. Yes, she is just a child, no more than 12-13 years old! And already
smokes I look into my eyes and see a bottle there. And someone dares
assert that this world is not hopeless?
“No, I don’t smoke,” I answered.
I'm moving on. Again looking into nowhere, plunging into the depths of consciousness.
“I am at your service,” the same voice was heard.
From, annoying. He doesn't know what's in my soul. Yes, and he thinks about it
is it? Street trash. People like her don't deserve to live! They should
die!!!
“Let’s go,” I say, nodding unequivocally towards the forest, not yet
realizing what to do next.
I'm trying to start a conversation.
- What is your name?
- Doesn't matter.
- Don’t tell me, the name is of great importance.
- Olya.
- And do you like your condition?
- FAQ?
- How did you get to this point?
- Act and make less of a bazaar.
No, she didn't have a drop of reason left in her. Purely animal instincts
and a few words. We stop. She starts to undress.
I feel the cold steel of the knife in my pocket. I take it out of my pocket.
The blade glints ominously as the moonlight filters through
tree branches. I yank her against the tree, covering her mouth with my hand.
He tries to resist - it is useless. In her eyes there is no longer
challenge, only fear. Instantly sobering up, he starts something
babble with a slurred tongue. Doesn't try to scream.
“It’s too late,” I say, “it’s earlier.”I had to think.
An instant movement of the knife and only a wheeze and
blood gushes. I try to dodge, but I can’t and there’s blood.
gets on clothes. I curse in my mind. Something compels
look around. It seems clean. We should hide the corpse.
The denim jacket will have to be thrown away. We need to get our bearings.
First I'll check my purse. So... several packs
condoms, low-quality deodorant with a disgusting smell.
The wallet looks expensive. I open it - coupons, money,
photograph, dollars. Photo! In the moonlight it's possible
to see the girl’s small, cheerful face. I compare.
The facial features are the same. It's probably her mother's wallet. I think
dollars. About a hundred. Dollars in your jeans pocket, deodorant in
jacket
I don't want to touch the corpse. It would be necessary to dismember the skin from
remove faces to make identification difficult. No, I won't do that.
But you killed, finish the job! - the second “I” speaks in me. No.
I take out the deodorant and spray it around, creating a pungent smell.
I hope this will prevent anyone from following the trail. I'm taking my purse. I'll throw it away
later. I walk further, in the gap between the trees there are reflections
water. I go ashore. Lake. Small, flows out of it
some channel. Tsnyanka! Now I understand where I was taken. Here
there are many nouveau riche dachas, including unfinished ones. The corpse is possible
hidein one of them. No, they will look there. But quit it
in the middle of the forest - even worse. Well, I inherited it! We need to confuse our tracks,
and then leave on foot along the canal so that the dogs cannot take
next Will anyone really take this seriously? Ours
ients only know how to drive away homeless people and women selling
seeds. They'll blame it on some serial killer. No, you have to
play it safe. The bus driver might have noticed me. But he
was drunk! So what? The only idle person could
be remembered. We need to hide the corpse. First of all, take your time.
There are still about three hours until dawn. There is time. Corpse and handbag
I'll drown. If possible, in different places. Place a stone on the corpse
under clothes so that it does not float up. If a corpse is dragged along the sand, there will be
too noticeable. If carried, the tracks will be a little deeper, but
They can be washed off with just water. So I did.
Cold. The jacket had to be buried in the sand underwater. Damn
difficult task. I'm walking along the canal. Sneakers in hand, knife in belt
so that it is not visible. That's it, dead end. Water goes into the pipe. It's time
get out. It's almost dawn. There are no passers-by yet. Only sometimes
Cars are rushing somewhere. I'm too visible now. At 8 o'clock
In the morning you will be able to mingle with the crowd. Nearby I saw a little
trees. The fir trees stood in a cluster with low-hanging branches. There and
I’ll wait it out, I thought.
---
I wake up. After a fewseconds it dawns on me where I am. More
a second later I realize that I woke up from someone kicking
me in the side. As usual, I look at my watch. Half past six.
I rise slowly. In one moment I manage to be scared, surprised and
get even more scared. There was a cop standing over me.
- Well, did you jump, hero? Let's go to the station. You are a killer, but
I don't care about that. Kill as much as you want, but I will deliver you
and get a higher position. You can escape the same day. to me
don't care.
- How many? - I ask, understanding all the commercialism of interests
cop.
- How much is there?
- A hundred.
“Two and you’re free,” the cop answers. He probably thinks that I
lowered his capital.
What kind of cops are they? Are you ready to let a maniac go for two hundred?
No, this world deserves death. Too much dirt. Slowly
I reach into my belt, where the dollars and knife are hidden. Cop about mine
tall, but strong built. I'll only have one
chance...
I take out dollars, hand them to the cop with the words “I’ll get them now.”
the rest,” the hand gropes for the handle of the knife. I seem to merge with
with a knife into a single whole, I feel his zeal for battle... Lightning fast
movement with a knife hand, a cop counting out money does not have time to fight back
blow and blood spurts from his throat. A woman's scream is heard. Us
Still noticed. Realizing that nothing can save me, I grab
pistol from a cop's holster, I shoot in the air to calm him down
crowds, runningtowards the road, not yet realizing what to do next.
I check the number of cartridges in the pistol. Not good, should be left
for yourself... You can hear the howl of a siren. I run up to the one standing on
traffic light to a motorcyclist, with the butt of a pistol on the neck, intercepting
motorcycle, I'm tearing up. The engine roared wildly and now I’m rushing along
Logoisk tract. It's good that there were no cars, I was driving
motorcycle only for the second time in my life. I was able to speed up somehow
and continued to pick up speed. A siren wailed from behind. I'm rushing
further. The siren is mixed with another one rushing towards me
across. A piercing wind blows into my face. Arrow
The speedometer exceeds 90 and creeps further. "THIS WORLD IS ALREADY
NOTHING WILL SAVE!!!" - I scream at the top of my lungs, - GOODBYE, WORLD! DIE
WITHOUT ME!!!". With one hand holding the steering wheel, with the other I point the barrel at
forehead and pull the trigger. Misfire! I frantically press again. Again
misfire! The motorcycle swerved dangerously. The third time the gun
spat out his deadly 9 grams of lead. SPEED, HORROR,
FEAR, NIGHTMARE AND PARANOIA... Everything... darkness...
Goodbye, foreign land, goodbye...
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