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UselessThe bright fluorescent lights of the diner glared off the table and reflected into Howard Kelson's face. He grunted, obviously irritated at this sudden introduction of light into his eyes.... What the hell time was it.... Just about time for that damn brat to get on the school bus he supposed. Swigging a cup of coffee that had grown cold, he waved for another cup. Thankfully, the time was near for him to make his move, no more early mornings studying these movements of these maggots so that he could properly exterminate them.... Sliding down in his seat in his car, he watched, like he had been for 21 days, that little blond bitch get on the bus. Man, she sickened him, represented everything he hated about society and the world. Life, useless as it was, was made worse by pampered bitches like this one, always giggling, laughing, not a care in the world...but that would soon end.... He patted the butt of his silenced pistol and grinned widely. Noises from the bushes by the curb he was parked at made him look over suddenly, alarmed. It was a slight rustling, and he saw a black figure, almost a shadow even, escape into the shrubbery just in time for him to not be able make out a distinct shape.... Whatever, Howard thought, it was probably some damn neighborhood kids. Spoiled brats, he thought. They have all the time in the world to waste being useless. 15 minutes later, Howard pulled up in front of the business of his second object of prey, the little girl's alpha male, pretentious father. There he was, on time as usual, closing the trunk of his car, with his little briefcase....what a fucking snob.... He thought he was better then everyone, probably. Ha, Howard thought, nothing but trash. Conceited trash that was going to be taken out later today, that was. That asshole would come home at 6 PM like he always did on Fridays, and have pizza with that Barbie little daughter of his, some type of stupid ritual they did.... He had watched and laughed to himself at this weak display of love. None of it was real. It was all fake, thats just what they thought they had to do. Pretend games, he contemplated, that was all it was. Howard continued watching the man collect his other things out of the trunk, but before Howard's prey went into his office, he turned and seemed to look directly at Howard and almost smirk for a quarter of a second... then he turned and walked in, white dress shirt flailing in the wind. What the fuck was that? thought Howard, almost like he knew he was there.... Hell, his type probably thought they knew everything. Jackass wouldn't be so cocky 10 hours from now. Howard spent the rest of the day finishing planning how he was going to break into the house and take out those 2 rats.... He figured it was best to silently pick the lock and sneak in, and take both of them out while they ate, and leave the same way. When 5:30 came he left his apartment and made his way to their little middle class suburban home that was soon to be their tombs.... Upon arriving, Howard found a disturbing sight.... There were not any lights on in the kitchen, or anywhere else for that matter, except for a glowing muted light coming from the top bedroom floor. What the hell was this?... Maybe they were eating their dinner upstairs and watching a movie. It didn't matter, he hadn't come this far to turn back for a room change. Howard went to the door and picked the lock, quietly, expertly, knowing every crevice from his years a professional thief in the city. Getting the lock, he opened the door silently, moving swiftly inside.... No noise... Hmmm, he thought, he'd have to see this one through ear by ear.... He was inside now, he wasn't going back. Making his way up the stairs, he saw the light in the room come into view as he rounded the corner. Howard edged closer to the room silently and finally made it. Lunging forward into the room, he swung his gun forward, ready to take out anybody he saw, but all Howard saw was a room, filled with black and white pictures on the wall. Plastered, more like it. There wasn't a single speck of wall showing even.... This wasn't anything he expected. Howard went to further observe the pictures, temporarily letting his guard down in his need to know what these unexpected pictures were of... and then his heart dropped as he saw one of them. It was him... the photo was him, earlier on in his car, watching that prick he was supposed to kill tonight in the very house he was standing in. What the hell was this? ... He moved to the other wall in a panic, and there was another photo of him parked by the curb, watching the bus stop all slid down in his chair, almost unviewable, but it was him. Then he remembered the rustle in the bushes. Someone had been spying on him. A voice from the doorway came to his ears and made him jump. "Hello Howard.... Had plans tonight eh? ... Ha...well I guess you don't anymore" It was that prick. That sonofabitch, that arrogant office working USELESS SCUM that lived in this house with his useless daughter. Howard suddenly remembered his gun and reached for it, but he was immediately shot with a stinging dart in his neck from some type of small gun the man was holding. As Howard slowly lost the feelings in his limbs and fell backwards, gibbering, the man rose over him, laughing. "Well, Howard, had to say that was a champ effort.... Champ effort really, BUT USELESS.... That's the word you used to describe people at your last mental institution stay, right? You damn sociopathic sick bastard.... "I saw you watching my daughter one day when I was going for a jog before work a few weeks back. I had your license plate scanned, and I also had someone break into your little shit apartment on 21st street to see what type of freak you were. I found all types of goodies there, Howard!! WRITTEN PLANS on my demise!! Well, I figured, why get the law involved, they'll just let you go like they did all those times you got in trouble in the city... figured i'd do it myself..." Howard gurgled like a newborn, and tried to scream when he saw garden shears appear in the man's hand from the side of his peripheral vision. "Well, I guess I'm not so useless after all, now am I Howard?" Laughing, the man began to cut off the first layer of Howard's clothing, as an immobile Howard began to scream a soundless cry for help....
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