I wake up, around 6 a.m., an roll out of bed. Drag my ass to the bathroom, to take a piss. Man, that was the best sleep I had in 100's of years. I finish pissing, I walk out of the bathroom an get dressed. Breakfast doesn't start till 7 a.m., I turn on the t.v to watch what the weather is going to be like today. It's supposed to rain the evening into the night, perfect weather for a hunt.
I look over at the clock, time to get some food. I grab my phone and put my keycard in my inventory. Head out to go to the elevator, as I walk down the hall. A woman and man leave a room, I know that woman. She is Mrs. Espinosa, my Spanish teacher. And that's not her husband, oh you done fucked up. Well, she is only gray, so I don't have to kill her. Maybe a good beating is in order, but the other guy a fat balding white guy. He has a black aura. Punishment pull up that guy's profile, I look at what he had done. He laid hands on his 7- and 8-years old daughters in the adult way. Fat f*ck you just got on my sh*t list. After tonight your next, punishment save his file for next.
(roger)
Whose roger? never mind. I walk up to Mrs. Espinosa.
Oh hello Mrs. Espinosa. Fine Sunday morning we have here.
I can see her face, going through a dozen or so expressions. B*tch you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Let's see if you own it or b*itch out. She collects herself.
Oh Mr. Johnson, what are you doing here?
My house has a bad case of a roach infestation, so I am staying here for the time being. Who is this gentleman?
I can see her start sweating, it's getting my blood pumping. Yeah, you suffer dirty wh*re.
His name is Mr. Clerk; he is my therapist. We were doing a session.
Right, you were doing a therapy session in a hotel room at like 6 in the morning. Your lying skills are the worst I have seen. But I will play a long for now.
Well, I don't want to hold you two up. Plus is need something to eat.
Let's hope this b*tch doesn't call my mother, they both work at school. Well, most likely won't. Doesn't want to piss me off, I walk ahead of them to the elevator and press the button. I can overhear them talking.
Is he going to be a problem, you know if my wife finds out she is going to lose her shit.
No, I don't think he will be a problem. He is the freshmen punching bag, he is to scared and weak to do anything all I have to do is threaten him at school tomorrow and he will keep his mouth shut.
I smile ear to ear hearing that, I won't kill you Mrs. Espinosa. But I will make you suffer to the point where you will be a good little wife. You won't even have the courage to fantasy about another man. I walk into the elevator and press the ground floor button. When the doors are closing, I give her the most chilling sh*t eating grin. It stops her in her tracks. YES!!!! That look fear, God, it gets me hard.
I walk, into the lobby and head to the food court area. I grab some eggs, hashbrowns and a glass of O.J. An fine a set, to plan out my day. First get a haircut, I feel like a comb over will fit me just fine. Second get me better clothing, feel like getting the 1930's classic suit. Going to need that tailor made, can be a man if you can't dress like one. It's a bummer that it will take a week or two to get those done. You just can't punish the wicked without the style to do it. Should get that done before launch. Then go to the part of town were Tyrone and his f*ck boys live. To map out my playground, got to know you hunting ground. They get out around 5 p.m. so I have plenty of time.
I finish my meal, and head out. It's 7:45 most stores open around 9 am. I call a uber to take me to the wealthier part of town. The shopping plaza over there has both things I need to get done. The uber picks me up, we get to the plaza around 8:55. I pay and get out, I walk to the barber shop. This beautiful mild age white lady had just opened the shop. She has a white aura so she good in my books, anyone know it's easier to be a sinner then it is to not be one. So, a woman in her forties an not a sinner is just so beautiful. Plus, she's white so it's a plus in my book.
What can I do for you dear?
Yes, can I get a comb over.
Sure, dear. Are you by yourself? Where your parents?
Mother had to go to the hospital for something called a loose Foo-foo. I have no idea what that is.
I said with a straight face. Her face turns red, and stutter.
W-w-well come on in, let's get you taken care of dear.
We do the small talk everyone does with their barber. We get to know each other, her names Barbra. Sweet lady wife and a mother of two. They live on the better side of town, note to self, buy a house on that side of town. That for next weekend, we finish, and I pay her. I give her a $50 dollar tip, got to look out for my kind.
You come back now, next time I will introduce my daughter too you.
I will Mrs. Barbra, an if she is as lovely as you then I know we can get along.
Oh you, stop trying to woo me.
I head to the tailor shop just a couple of stores down, I walk in to be welcomed by this 75-year-old white man. He has gray aura; hmmm do I deal with a guy that is already one foot in the grave it's not like he can't ask God to forgive him for his sin's. I stand there in deep thought; the profile just shows that he only really did minor things. You're lucky your already half in the grave grandpa, plus I need my suits can't beat the sh*t out of you then get you to make my suits. That would be just wrong.
What can I do for you kid?
Gramps, need some suits made. I want them in the style of the classic suit of the 1930's.
Why would you want the style? What would you know about that era?
I just like that style, and the 30's was the best of time were everyone knew their place.
I can agree to that, those where the good old times.
I take off my clothes and he starts to get my measurements. We don't talk much, for the fact he isn't clean too me. Time goes by, after giving him the details of the color. I pick out the ties and dress shirts to go with them. 5 suits, shirts, ties and shoes in total, coming out to be around $15,000 with everything. Can't pay too much may end up getting blood and sh*t on them.
They will be done in about 6 days. Give me your number and I will call you when they are ready.
I pay and give him my number and walk out the store. I check my phone its 11:20 am, I go grab launch at the food court. I do notice that this part of town is way better, the people here are about 40% white aura, 40% gray aura, and 20% black aura. Well, it just shows you white is right. Different ways to raise kids, I guess.
I finish eating an head out, I call an uber to drop me off ten blocks away their crack house. They push crack and dope out it. There is an abandoned warehouse across the streets perfect to see how many people come and go, I use my ability to sense the area around me. No cameras with 15 blocks of their house, half of the blocks are the ghetto, and the other half are unused warehouses. There are three females inside, not any of my targets. But have black auras all the same, so I get a 6 for 3 deal lucky me. I look at my Phone its only 1:30 pm, they won't get here until around 6:30 pm.
Time ticks by, I watch people come and go. The three c*nts don't leave, time ticks by slowly. I car pulls up at 6:25 pm. The three main stars of the show have made there entrains. I watch them enter the house; it gets dark at 7:00 pm just wait a little longer. I can feel my blood pumping its ringing in my ears, this is going to be a very good night. It's like that feeling you see something you want, an in your mind is screaming I want it, I need it. My mouth is watering, my eyes are dilating. The high of the hunt is killing me, but it feels so good.
The sun slowly goes down, until the last ray of like goes past the horizon. I sense the surroundings, no one is looking out their window. I make my way to the front door of the house, I put my hand on it. An cast a magic spell called Mister Bobo's amazing clown house of horrors; I picked this spell up from a demon clown that liked to trap kids in it. The amount of kids he tortured in this spell was in the hundreds of thousands. That demon was one sick f*ck, i made his death extra painful. You know the good kind of death. I put my hand on the doorknob and turn. Let the show begin. I walk in an close the door behind me with a smile of pure joy.