dahmer

I had had enough. I decided that it had to die. I demounted, leaving behind the typical trail of snot like ropes between me and my friend. Never lifting my head, I thought to my friend, "Dont worry. This will only take a second".
Some times, it's very hard to move out here. The aether around you can becom so thick its almost like swimming in a pool of mapel syrup. But, today, none of that mattered. It didnt matter that I was terrible wounded or nearly devoid of all my cloths. No. All that mattered to me was that it died and I was heading back. I cant wait to get back...
...any way, as I approached the object of my dislike, I noticed how it would not stop laughing. Nothing pisses me off more that being laughed at. When I'm trying to be serious and just do what needs to be done and some one finds something funny about that, I can go into a blind rage. But again, not this time. I wanted to be around for what I was about to do. I wanted so much to enjoy the end of it. So much I would give up heading back. I needed to pay it back for what it had done to me so long ago in that place away from the sun and minds of the people. The place that not even I know how I had found my self there. The place not even known to the one who created it. I shall forever hate it...