I suppose it had to happen eventually. Paranoia and all that. Laying down in the dew soaked spring grass, Sean stared at the beauty of the horizon and the rising sun, its warming glow creating a fitting paradox to the suffering and misery that surrounded the town of Murderville. As if the flow of time truly means anything. Slipping his flask from his pocket, he took a deep pull, savoring the burn as it flowed down his throat. Hearing them now, he begrudging rose to his feet, the heat warming his back and giving some small measure of hope to attempt to fight the crushing blow that would come. Such easy to manipulate creatures. Introduce some fear into the works and everyone leaps to point the blaming finger while trying to avoid the blame themselves. Taking a second pull of his flask, he glanced at them, manic grin threatening to split his face.
"So then, I suppose by the rather bland attempts at menacing glares and the various firearms you all have it would seem that you think me to be the killer then? Bad thing that, even though all you are doing is perpetuating the endless cycle of murder and backstabbing that we all attempt to justify as a life. Well then thoughts? Comments on my theoretical work?" Taking in the increased anger and the various frowns of the mob, he threw his head back and let out a horribly manic laugh, unsettling those that had to suffer through it.
"Well get on with it then. Not like killing me will change what will happen to all of you. Death still walks the streets of Murderville and the Hangman watches his back. I look forward to all of you joining me in the bliss of purgatory." The unsettling laugh once more reigned over the field reaching deeper into their beings, continue on in a maddening cacophony punctuated by the roar of gunfire and the wet sound of a empty flesh coming to rest on the ground, the spirit within joining the mind that had long since left. Sunshine glinted off the silvery flask that had fallen from its owners grasp signaling the dawn of a new day for the remaining populace glancing down at their handiwork. Sharing a look, they departed the bleak killing field, one among them smiling brightly as their efforts bore more fruit.
