Brain Wedge - Weapon of darkness.

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(c) Black Angel 

 Weapons of darkness.
 (and in general some kind of x#%&I)

- Okay, that’s it, there’s no more time. Until next week!
- I have everything for the test. Why can't you deliver
test now?
- Next week there will be a test. Then decide a couple more
tasks, bring notes and that’s it.
- Here's my summary.
- Goodbye!
_Anger overwhelms me. The mind turns off. It's time to get out, huh
then now I’ll say too much._
- You said earlier that this was enough. Why not now
right?
- Well, how can you give a test when not all topics
controlled?
I'll take off now.  My nerves were completely shaken. Damn, I haven't done this for a long time
angry.  I would grab him: right hand under the chin, left hand
neck, caught on the right, half a turn, crunch of the vertebrae... No, I
neither a sadist nor a murderer. We need to calm down. It doesn't work. some
an incomprehensible feeling that someone _from_the_darkness_ understands me, wants
help  No, I don’t need help, I can handle it myself. Onslaught from the Darkness
intensifies.  What the hell?  The pocket suddenly became heavier. I climb into
pocket  Some kind of cold metal...Weapon! Gun. He's like
alive, as if he wants to shoot himself.  I feel his desire
kill.  It seems to intensify my anger and hatred. Anger
overwhelmed me. All.
- Why the hell aren’t you in charge of the market?! I hate it
people like you! - I shout, snatching my weapon.
I aim it at the teacher’s forehead. There is general stupor in the audience.
Nobody expected this from me.  Sanya was the first to “wake up”.
He tries to calm me down, says something, but the words don’t reach me.
they reach.  The teacher is in some kind of stupor, you can see in his eyes
some kind of primal fear.
-  Shut up!  - I command and shoot upward. A shot rang out
plaster fell onto the floor. - On the floor, that's it!
Only now I notice that the pistol is somehow _different_.
It’s okay, the main thing is that it shoots, I’ll figure it out later. I'm sending again
barrel to Melnikov's forehead.   He starts babbling something,
tongue twisting.
- Fuck, you can’t even look death in the face!
- Don’t kill me, I’ll give everyone credits. I was joking.
- I hate reptiles! - I said and fired.
Well, weapons! No return! But there's a hole in the head! Blood gushes
a mixture of blood and brains on the wall... I feel the satisfaction of the weapon.
I hear the pitter-patter of feet in the corridor. My classmates are lying on the floor. Nobody
doesn't try to stop me, and why? Everyone hated him
today. Many wanted him dead.
A man runs into the audience.
- What's here?“Lie down on the floor and you will live,” I said coldly.
metallic voice.
The attack of psychopathy has disappeared somewhere. I have excellent control over myself.
There is no way back.  If I give up now, then I will no longer live on
this world. Life will be broken forever. Yes, but who am I now?
I'm no longer a tenant... It's just a matter of time. "Better
to be twice dead than to rot in captivity! - flashed through my brain
Aria's words. All that remains is to take revenge, we must get even with those who
brought me to this. And then leave... Leave forever, "away from
damned land."
Someone must have called Mentura, and now a crowd is coming here
cops and psychoanalysts. We need to get out of the building. Get out
best under the guise of a _normal_ student who heard
shots and was terribly scared.  The weapon is in my pocket, I run out
corridor, jumping over lying students.   Someone
sobs, but most lie quietly, waiting for me to run away. What
Well, thanks to them for that. I'm running down the corridor:
- ROMA has gone crazy there! Killed Melnikov and holds him hostage
the rest! Call the cops!
The first moment they believed me. Won a few moments before
How will they understand that I deceived them? We need to have time to hide, blend in
with the crowd.
They'll figure me out anyway.  We must take revenge while we have the opportunity.
Trying to appear calm, I leave the building and walk quickly
heading to the first building. Shaking handshidden in my pockets.
I feel the cold steel of a mysterious weapon. I feel his desire
kill.  No, I won't give in. I'm not crazy to kill innocents
students.  They just drove me crazy. But... I still have an enemy in
academy.
Livshits, history of Belarus. It would seem: what could be dumber? This
Well, you need to figure out: during the exam, go out the door and through the crack of the door
spy on students! You can't be such a scoundrel! Such
shouldn't exist!
I hear the siren wail. It’s okay, I still have, albeit a small one, but
gain in time.  I enter through the emergency entrance along with the crowd.
students (the main entrance is closed), I go straight up to the fourth
floor, I walk along the corridor past the termekh department. Everything is calm.
As Metallica sings: "No one saw, no one knows and no one wants
know what might happen"
We need to take a better look at the weapon. I go to the toilet and go into a cubicle.
The weapon is completely black.  Not a single sparkle. Outlines only
stand out.  As if it was created from the very quintessence of darkness.
As soon as I thought about the darkness, I again felt psychological
pressure.  The weapon was thirsty for blood! The weapon wanted to kill! Only
point, and I’ll shoot, it seemed to say. No I don't
I will give in, I will not become an instrument of darkness! Can't wait! Nothing like
I will ensure at least one death, I thought and went to
search for a historian.  I went to the window. Near the second building stands
ambulance,mentorship, a crowd of curious students. They take you out of the door
a body covered with a white sheet with a bloody stain. Nobody
knows that the killer is here, now watching what is happening.
I go further along the corridor, go down to the third floor, where there is
Department of History. We need to find out where he is! I knock and come in.
- Excuse me, can you tell me where to find Livshits?
- He has a day off today.
“Thank you,” I say in a voice that is not my own.
All. As they say, the mission failed. And I won't live to see tomorrow.
With the air of a man who has not passed the exam, I lean my back against
wall, I close my eyes... I spend several minutes in a daze.
I hear steps.  This is behind me - a thought flashed. But no, steps
shuffling, unhurried.  I open my eyes, and he’s walking down the corridor.
Livshits. It’s a shame he showed up here.
- Hello!
- Good zen.
- Don't remember me? Of course you don't remember. Where are you going? You're just
and you know how to peek through a crack in a door during an exam.
- Don’t tell me how to pass the exam. Dzela redistribution
Get ready in the morning, but I’m off in the sunny day.
The hand in his pocket again felt the steel of the weapon. It's crazy again
desire to kill.
- Tomorrow will never come for you.
Highlight  More blood.  Brains on the wall again. With a thud
a corpse falls.  The door to the pulpit opens and someone runs out
teacher
- On the floor. Alive! - I command, pointing the barrel at him.
The teacher obeys.  The weapon wants to kill with a vengeance. II can barely contain the urge to pull the trigger. I'm running away somewhere. The stamping of feet
echoes down the corridor.  I'm hiding in some empty place
audience, realizing that in a minute the place will be full
people...
_With each new murder, the power of the weapon of darkness grows stronger. It's like
absorbs the energy of the dead. But they had weak energy.
Weak-willed people.  When I'm gone, the weapon will fall into the hands of
to anyone else. This someone will also have a desire to kill.
And who knows: will this someone restrain himself or will he become a maniac like me?
He will kill left and right. Kill innocent people. And such
even innocent?  Do people deserve the right to life? NO!
No one should hold back the weapon. Nothing will stop the darkness!
- THIS WORLD WILL NOT SAVE ANYMORE!!! - I shout and point my weapon
in your forehead...