Oh god! Just increase the intensity. Kill that bastard, as fast as you can! stab a knife in his gut, take out all he's got, we’ll roast the meat and keep the rest for the “Carnival”, the crowd squalled.
Thousands of people, with posters in their hands, burning thermacol bodies representing that one.
General thoughts? that guy must have done something very devious! or else all this unexpected jubilation on someone's last breath seems very barbaric.
RAPIST! MURDERER! NECROPHILE!
worst they all say, I must say he was a satan in place of a human, that lifeless hung body which has suffered as much as light, one could say the sky jerks out in a thunderstorm.
Sounded very nasty, but all i could see the hundreads of people blowing skyshots in the air, cheering their throat out, it was no doubt a good feeling, the world was a better place to live without this devil on the streets, and everything was smooth, looked like a New year’s eve, everybody drunk and out, the joy was swaddled.
then the body was loosed down, the crowd wreathed, rupture that poor soul apart into hundreads of pieces, the urge was at second-rate.
everything was at pace unless i saw a lady standing in the corner, standing numb. i was stunned to see her, the only one not celebrating in the crowd full of ecstatic people.
I happened to get near to her, it was maladroit, all we could see the immense light show in the dark sky, and revelry.
I asked in oddity, hey lady, who are you?& why are you not rejoicing, anything wrong?
she didn’t utter a word at first, i kept looking at her, i asked again, then she answered. That weeping voice was so deep that the whole crowd got mute for a second, i sensed the tremendous sorrow in her voice, and she said very calmly.
yeah, its a great day! didn't you brought any piece of that poor soul for meat. I replied, no i still find that gore, but my sister wasn’t raped nor killed so i can’t say about the anguish in people.
she saw me with that teary eyes, and abruptly! someone threw a human-head in front of us, saying, take it home mommy! we have scrounged those beautiful blue eyes out of him, no use for the rest, “MOTHER OF A DEVIL SON!”.
**scene faded** All i could remember that old lady sobbing with that head in her arms next to me, calling us all INHUMAN.
“NOTHING, JUST INHUMAN IN THE NAME OF HUMANITY”
throwing a bible, covered with his son’s blood in the crowd, &then even the god was below the toes of these cold-blooded, merciless creatures.
