“I f***ing hate you!”

“Good i'm sick of listening to your s***, you're crazy!”

“Am I? You’re the one that made me up to control your anger. You made me the way I am”

“Yeah but i didn't know how big of a problem you’d f***ing be.”
“I want you to just leave me alone”

“No we’re the same person you can’t just drop me like a box of rocks”

“Then just stop yelling I can’t focus anymore, you’re so loud it hurts.”

“Good because if I’m going down I’m dragging your sad sorry ass with me!”

“I already have what I need, that gun you got for your birthday needs some attention let’s show it to the town.”

“No, what are you psychotic?” 

“Yes and I feed off your desires you want this just as much as me . I can feel it and if you don’t let me get what we want  i’m taking control of this meat suit..”

“No”

“Alright Eric you leave me no choice say goodbye.”

“Dylan please don’t do this, I beg of you”

“You know almost gave a f*** what you want.”
“Almost”

As Dylan loads Eric’s shotgun with a smile on his face he can hear the sadness and anger building up inside him. “Quit your crying you punk b****.” “This is happening whether you like it or not.”

Dylan gets in the car and drives to the city. It’s a warm spring day in April the birds are chirping and  a woman is walking down the street with her son who's probably not much older than five. “Their First.”  Eric Paralysed in fear in his own body watched Dylan fire two shots and saw the bodies oozing profusely with blood hit the ground eyes wide open in pain. “This is fun” said Dylan the onslaught continued the bodies began to pile up one after the other. Police sirens and flies filled the air the streets and walls painted with birdshot and blood. A smile on Dylan’s face struck fear into the arriving officers. He shot once and missed the officers put every bullet they could into this psychopath. His heart still beating blood pouring out of every wound.

“I am free” said Eric with his final breath.

A few days pass till the funeral nobody cried. No tear fell for the monster that killed 15 people. Moments pass after the priest speaks, then a  man with long brown hair, cold brown eyes and cast no shadow walked to the casket and placed on it a single black rose and uttered the words” good riddance”