Death unto the innocent

My vaporizer off of my face, sitting at the opening of the helicopter gazing out into the clear open sky, I am barley responsive to what was being said. Then an omniscient glow is seen beaming from city hall, just as my pilot had informed me, there was a riot. Such irony that such a beautiful light was being produced by something so destructive and violent. Rising to my feet I re-attach my vaporizer to my face. Hovering above the crowd in my helicopter warning them to vacate the premises and go home or deadly force will be used. There is a moment of silence… then a loud “FUCK YOU DEMON!!” is blurted out followed by a grenade launcher opening fire upon my helicopter.

My patience has been expired. The moment of fun has passed. “I want a drink and a square” are my thoughts while jumping from my helicopter and diving into the crowd like a drunken rock star into a mosh pit. Five lives are lost on impact from my blades aggravation and furry, the rest of the insolent vermin back away. Blood running from my blade like a faucet. My cold stare gazing at them ready to devour more, then swat arrives. Pussies with tear gas… Backing a way from the mob & then pushing swat team members out of my way. Going into their truck and grabbing the Gatling gun, “Everyone remain calm and return to your homes”, the S.W.A.T team leader pleads. I am done being civil with these insects. Lead rains from the multiple barrels of the weapon, flesh tearing and ripping, airing these insolent vagabonds out and shredding them to pieces. My weapon of choice as loud as my helicopter was. My shells trickling on the pavement. Screams of women and men alike begging for mercy that they will never receive and calling to a GOD they’d never seen and who had never saved them before... Why would He do it now? The sound of a sweet Massacre unrivaled by any composer, Ludwig is probably spinning is his grave. Then it ends. my ammo depleted, a few broken bodies remain, others have fled. Dropping the gun and turning to the S.W.A.T team leader and saying to him, “Now you can use your tear gas”. 

life is no Miricle.

I can smell the perspiration on the brow of my trembling prey as I advance towards a counter where the receptionist would be stationed to sign in patients to see a doctor. There is no doctor here to treat the victims I am about to leave. How can the prey expect to over come its predator? There is no victory to be had. Death will have its perfect way... as it always does. One of the infected humans is crouched down at my feet behind the counter, I put the barrel of my AK47 to his head, he gasps and I pull my trigger. “Boom” his life, his dreams, his hopes, prayers and goals, gone that quickly – it’s magical in a way.  It’s right at this moment of my epiphany that I hear the desolate screams of a woman, with agony she screeches, “That was my BROTHER!” her hand trembling with anxiety and fear as she lifts her pistol, I raise my rifle calmly, and with cynicism I reply, “Make it mean something to me”. A wise man once said, “In order for one to appreciate Life one must first appreciate their own life”. I find flaws in that axiom.
-Adah Noir

memories as a child.

I have vivid memories as a child, one in particular I recall killing a baby bird by accident, as the other children cried to see my horrendous act, I stood and gazed. I felt nothing. That's kind of how this is now. As I enter this facility, I could care less if they live or die. My machete to my back, my riffle to my side, I bear HELL in these palms; just as a Demon should. I don’t attempt to sneak in this clinic. I want these vermin to know their demise is approaching. They know of my kind, and me, they fear us, detest us. Humans hate that which they cannot conquer and understand I cannot fault them for this. I hear them, breathing heavily, gripping their guns tightly. As the broken glass from their forced entry cracks under my heavy military boots, one of the infected blurt out in desperation:

“We just need medicine, PLEASE DON’T KILL US!!!” I know this is a lie; they desire to kill me. This entire robbery was a ploy to lure me here and it worked, but it will not end as they desire it to. In all actuality they have two options, I find them and kill them, or the surrender and I kill them… I know of no mercy, no prisoners, only Death…only destruction.

God Bless The Wicked

                Flying over the streets of this infected city is my only refuge from reality, the
only thing that actually makes me feel like I am truly “Human”. In fact, it is the only
thing that makes me “Feel”. There is something about hanging out of a helicopter
door, miles above the surface while traveling 100’s of miles per hour that heightens
the hairs on my neck. With my eyes closed, I can actually see… I can smell the fresh
untainted oxygen above these clouds in this brisk winter night; and right when I
feel removed from this flesh bag of a vessel in this forsaken realm of debauchery,
my pilot re –enters the atmosphere of our be-loved New York City. The stench of
the homeless defiling my nostrils, fossil fuel fumes polluting my lungs, the repulsive
sight of these vermin on the street corners selling poison to one another, and the
infected scavenging to find used medicine capsules in hopes of being cured of a
virus that has no cure. It’s sickening, but like a reality television show, no matter
how much it disgusts you you can't turn away. It’s entertainment to some degree. It
brings me amusement watching them attempt to survive when they simply cannot.

I assume there is a disturbance in the medical sector seeing that we re-
entered this retched atmosphere. After taking a deep breath due to frustration, I
put my ear piece back in and turn my radio back on; only to hear the rants of the
operator calling my unit for dispatch to the medical sector, as I assumed. It’s the
Ross burg again. Five infected heavily, armed shots fired and officers down. I must
not have made my presence felt heavily enough in this sector of my region. I tell
my pilot to hover over the vicinity til’ I radio him for a pick up. Still a mile above
the surface, I place my vaporizer on and plumed to the surface. The wind blowing
through my hair was like a sweet escape. Death and I dance as I spiral to the bottom.
Death knows He is my brother, nothing more can be between He &I …nothing
more… as I laugh to my self I think, these humans are brave, foolish... but brave none
the less. I land on the Concrete with a thunderous sound that echoed throughout the
city block, Death departs me once again, our dance was short this time, I enjoy His
company. The infected know that I have arrived, streetlights flicker on the block,
blinds close and apartment lights turn off as I rise. The ground cracked beneath my
feet, I am reminded that they dubbed us Demons for a reason.