It was a perfectly normal day at the Taco Smell. Several girls, just back from cheerleading practice, munch on gorditas.
A lady with a kid sits and watches her son dismantle his taco. A trucker-type guy is arguing with the girl at the register.
A young man sits in the corner, dressed in black. He chews on his taco, when it gets too spicy, he slurps his brainfreezy.
There is one dangerous element in the scene. The man in the corner has a headache. Whether it came from his brainfreezy
or his insanity-induced hallucinations always whining at him to kill himself, we will never know. But this was a really BAD
headache. Maybe this would not have been so bad had the cheerleaders not had a football game the next day. Maybe they shouldn’t
have tried to start a cheer. Maybe they shouldn’t have used the stupid MEGAPHONE. But they did. The insane man in
the corner felt spikes of pain go through his head as the girls screamed into the megaphone. "YEAH! Yeah! Let’s
hear it for Highland! Highland football rules! Yeah! C’mon, let’s hear a CHEER!" "I don’t feel well,
could you turn the megaphone off?" "Aww, c’mon. Let’s see some Skool Spirit!" "Please?" "Oh, lighten
up. We’ve got a game tomarro." "Very well. If that’s how you want it." He walked slowly to the door and locked
it. No one really noticed. He pulled a chair from a table, and climbed on top of it. "Ladies and gentlemen. You, no doubt
have heard of the horrible tragedy that occurred here only a few weeks ago. The police said it was safe to come because mass
murderers never return to the scene of the crime. I feel it must be said that this is not true. I enjoy this place very much.
At least I did until a certain group of DEMONS decided they needed to scream at me. "As of now, I’m really not concerned
with separating those of you who have annoyed me from those who, so far, have stayed on my good side. Because you’re
ALL TOO LOUD." "You an shut up now." Said a cheerleader. "It’s not like anyone believes you." Johnny looked at
her with a look of ummm… like this 0.o. Then he whipped out a knife and threw it. It hit it’s mark, going straight
through her neck and slicing her head off. (Ooooohhh!) "HOLY SHIT!" The trucker soon lost his head too. "Now, I’m
not a particularly violent person." "Like hell!" Whooooosh-"GAK!" I just want to sit and eat my taco. If I hear another
SOUND…" He pointed at the three headless bodies. "Get it?" The terrified patrons nodded. No one said ‘yes.’
They learn fast. Johnny went bask to his seat, and continued eating his taco.
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