Mooshim

Anyone wanna play a game, talk or do something?
I'm so bored I could cook a turkey and feed to my brother before shortly killing him, and my entire family. I would soon feel immense guilt, of course, and call the police on myself. Realizing that I have just sealed my fate (as it would seem) I flee from the seen, leaving only a note detailing my actions.
Soon after I run, reality strikes and I am left knowing I have no where to go, no money to spend and no food to eat. I am lost. No family. No friends. No contact. The forest seems like my best bet for survival, and I build myself a small fort out of twigs and leaves.
I am home.
I am awoken in the darkness by dogs and loud voices, seemingly hunting for me. I am started and jump into action. I begin sprinting past the trees, small ponds and muddy areas into a large cross-section. Wondering which way I should go, I hear the snarling animals and their captives gaining on me. Left I go; it felt like the only logical way to go East to London where I might find my place there.
Several minutes of running goes past, and I find myself leaving the forest into a large open field. As I am ready to feel the moonlight on my skin my foot catches a large, twisted log and I plummet into the soil. I close my eyes, and lay in the soil contemplating my next moves. This will surely be the end, right? I have nowhere to go. The only way I can survive is to turn myself into the police. At least I will receive care from the government in jail.
No. I shouldn't give up this easily. My entire life has lead up to this moment, and I'll be damned to hell if I waste it. So I gain all my strength to stand up, resist the urge to succumb to my twisted ankle and I run into the field. I feel so free, as if I am without a care in the world - Quite the contrary, if you consider those who are out to catch me. In my twisted mind, I broke free from my restraints, from the evil, and was a victim. Running is my only option.
Those who fear me are my weapon. I run into a small abandoned barn, and climb into the attic. At least I will be able to get some rest and a proper shelter without the risk of freezing to death. The night was long, but I soon heard the voices leave. Once again I have escaped, but I doubt it will be my last.
Morning rolled around. I took a look around the barn to see what I could find. Just a hammer, some nails and a couple bolts. Nothing I could use for survival, and definitely not defense. I leave the house and spot someone in the distance, appearing to be walking towards me. Jumping behind the wall, I knock into some shelves and a large butcher's knife falls off, almost cutting my foot in two. My shock almost overwhelmed me, but I soon came to my senses; picking up the heavy weapon and charging towards the misty figure I launch it. The scream surely must have been heard for a mile or so.
Panicked, for I did not realize such a noise could be made by a human being. I sprint forward to retrieve my weapon only to find it had missed the target almost completely, and merely butchered his hand. I curse under my breath, as I am forced to equip my hammer and smash an innocent skull, simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
My blood covered hands seek more gore as my regretful mind begs mercy upon my actions. No more. Society must be taught all I have learnt, and will take my vengeance for the hardships they have given me. Enough.
I turn almost a full circle and march towards town. The place in which I have suffered most, yet have also been shown all that is right and wrong in my life. A long walk in the direction of death will surely give me enough time to contemplate my actions and possibly an escape if needed. Deciding whether I would take fate into my own hands was a different question - I was deciding how to do it. Would I sneak behind one, lure them into secluded areas and brutally stab, mutilate and bludgeon, or was I to unleash my inner range to defeat those within my close proximity?
The sensation could only be described as tingling with excitement, though it was much more than that. I shuffled towards the town, buzzing with joy and happiness, no idea of the horrors they would soon experience. Seeing the sheer amount of corpses roaming the markets, trying samples and having thoughtful conversations, it was obvious I would need more than a knife and a hammer to leave my mark. A job like this would require firearms... Or so I thought.
Perhaps a simple 'spark' would fulfill my desires, and satisfy my need for human suffering. A little work and planning would be required, but it all came down to one, simple human discovery. Fire. Should I attempt to rub items together to cause fire via friction, or should I use the glasses from my once warm brother to magnify the sun's ecstatic rays to burn through this crowd of meat? Perhaps above all this it would be easier to sneak into the pockets of a dimwitted bystander, and relinquish a lighter from their possession?
So many options, but so little time to do it in. Suddenly I heard a fireball, a loud whoosh and a bang. Confused, I rushed into the market to see what device had caused such an intriguing bellow. I discovered something which made my heart fill with pleasure, soon pumping adrenaline around my body. I swiftly dart my eyes to the ground, searching for a discarded newspaper, bag, a small splint - Anything flammable! I notice a piece of paper stuck to a pole with the intentions of notifying the public of a sweet shop, and I instantly remove it, roll it into a small tube and prepare my sprint.
A quick dash over to the Asian kitchen and I would catch my flame against their bright, beaming oven, casting miles of flame over their small wooden stool. It would be enough to start a panic, at least, if not a large fire that would surely claim the lives of several unsuspecting citizens. It was a shame that so little of them would live another day to see their families, especially so close to Christmas Day.
Suddenly I was overwhelmed with regretful thoughts. I recalled a time when my family, a tightly-knit bunch who always cared for each other. Was I really doing the right thing? By ending their lives, by ending all these peoples lives, and surely ending my own - Was I actually setting them free from a corrupt, meaningless world filled with hate, anger and sadness? By doing this, I must be bringing even more sadness to the families of those I plan on taking.
So close to Christmas Day, and never again will I taste a meal so good it sends warm shivers of love down my spine. So close to Christmas Day, and I wouldn't see my mother's face again. So close to Christmas Day, and not a single thought in my mind made sense.
I was too sane to commit an act so insane, so unnatural that it goes against my every instinct. Five innocent people have already died for me, and who knows how many others were affected by that single act. I had always dreamed I would make a mark on society, but it seemed that society was making a mark on me. No one in this market cared about me, and until a few moments ago I cared little of them.
Wandering out of the busy market, knife at hand, I tramp into the overgrown field, through the nettles and the thorns, fall to my knees, and close my eyes. The cool winter breeze fighting against the strong sun was soothing to the touch. The cloud of vapor leaving my mouth at every breath, and the hand raised above my head grasping a murder weapon. This was finally the end of my short-lived life, ironically longer than those who I once wished to save in such bizarre ways. A single tear escapes my compound, and I let my hand drop.
A sigh of relief as the wet, sticky blood oozes on my once clean clothes - Never again will I experience the immense pain of boredom.

So what will it be folks? Will you play a game with me or do I have to experience the twisted reality?