The night. It calls to me. It enriches me. The screams flood my ears. I grip my hands. This world sickens me. It chokes the air out of every living being breathing in. The night sky is like tar. I press the gas. It's cold. It's really cold. I feel it on every inch of my skin. 

I land to the ground. My feet touch the ground. Something feels sticky. Looser than mud. Thicker than water. The foul smell. It smells like death mixed with sewage. My thick boots clang on the ground. I feel the coldness through them. I'm so cold and it's igniting. 

Screaming. The blood curdling cries of man. I lick my lips. Humans. The fear. The rage. The greed. I always see the greed. I always see the hate. Hate fills these hollow creatures. Hate surfaces faster than bubbles. Hate and greed controls them. They are mindless zombies. 

I hear a gunshot. I walk forward. I hear them looking at me. I look up at them. I let out a small chuckle. They are really pathetic. They shoot at me. Guns. Beautiful things. Beautiful weapons designed not to protect but to kill. A gun kills. A gun is a weapon and weapons have only one purpose in life. 

I raise my guns. It's time to show them who I am. It's time to show them that I do not pardon. I'm like the creature that cleans up their messes. I am the thing that was worshipped and feared. I am fear. I am death. I am a God to an extent. I am the thing that should keep you up at night.