A lone mouse rummages about, visiting me whilst I sleep, squeaking in my ear, eating the wires.. I attempt capture to no avail... the elusive fucker!
Hiding in within the warm snow of the attack insulation, like white fluffy cotton riddled with itch.
(radio static)" 21463 this is razor. Target is in sight."
"Copy that razor. You have a go, take the subject out."
I sat there, with the mouse in my sights, staring back at me as if it knew what was coming. I had a moment of reflection as I pondered my own existence, and his. Though I can't be certain it's a he. How do you tell the gender of a mouse anyway. I didn't know the answer so I decided not to care. He was in my sights and it was my duty as a mouse hunter to take him out. And I will do my duty. This motherfucker is mine!
The bb fires from the weapon and hits the mouse between the eyes as if it were orchestrated by some higher power, like a director of a movie or video game even. Someone or some... thing... controlling my every move.
The mouse, whatever it's gender, was about to experience it's final moment in this crazy fucked up world. What the fuck has he been eating up here anyway. I was probably doing him a favor.
His brains splattered all over the trusses in range, the snow white insulation fragments, and the black paper that coats the particle board of this side of the roof. It was glorious.
Not really how it went down but he drove me to madness to the point of self expression.
