Hennry

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Hennry is a Killer with a soul...

Submitted: July 30, 2012

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  • Chapter 1:Hennry

 

There wasn't much of a difference between Myself nor the Sixty Four

 

People I've killed in my life time...I say Sixty Four Sixty four are the

 

ones I remember...Exploded or...Just ganked quickly to accomplish a

 

greater goal....that goal..isn't Militant or Terrorist Ideals Nor Does it get

 

me off in any way.just paid...its almost..a calling..if your in the

 

way..well your in the way-My Name is Hennry Just Hennry With Two "N"'s

 

  Adjacently placed together like folded Glock .40 cal's like Three Knives

 

multiplied by Two-I feel nothing but regret for the people the people I

 

kill Harmed...Every time one of them dies-I feel-I grow a little

 

inside...I aim-No Pun Intended to tell you a story...a story that I will

 

keep short and sweet So lets begin.Excuse my punctuation and language

 

excuse my accent and my rapid thought pace i'll try to keep you in the

 

loop as well as Human/sub humanly possible-I was born at night,The Dead

 

of night-To A Dead mother in a over packed under staffed county hospital

 

at exactly 3:00 a.m. Three A.m...The same time so many have died-I was

 

born I suppose I never understood the compulsion to kill at the exact

 

time every Early Morning but I suppose I do now...My Father died in a

 

war fighting for someone else's Money,Oil,Pride etc. Etc. My mother..I

 

don't rightfully know how she passed on besides she was dead when the

 

doctors delivered me.My name is Hennry With Two N's-I am a contract hit

 

man.

 

 

  • Chapter 2:Hit or miss

 

 

There was blood on the windshield and blood on the stereo system playing

 

shitty eighty's hair metal.The car was nice a Two thousand and something

 

S.U.V With Video screens in the headrests witch incidentally are

 

now,also-covered in blood and snot-The low recoil .40 cal still smoking

 

from the tussle-I say tussle but I sat in the back seat of his car for

 

16 hours waiting on this idiot to go out for some smokes or beer-2:22

 

a.m. rolled around and here he stumbled-sat his fat white ass in the

 

comfortable leather warmed seats-he started her up-press started at

 

that-I sat quietly riding with this man whom had no idea i was sitting

 

in his backseat with a cocked and loaded weapon of facial destruction-I

 

sat as he pulled into the all night Liquor store then the all night gas

 

stop-by 2:53 My finger itched and I'd assume the back of his head did

 

too-He stepped in his car again press started it and began the 15 minuet

 

journey home he would never finish-seven minuets into the drive I put

 

the chrome to his head and he then realized that I was there for the

 

first time in 16 hours hell in two weeks I felt alive-One shot one

 

kill-The car veered to the left and flipped over a low divider-Crawling

 

from under that bent and twisted metal and glass Polaroids of children

 

crying and bleeding floated from the exploded rear hatch-I walked away-

 

  • Chapter 3: Darker Thought

I used to prey to a God when I was small-Now I prey to my weapons and

 

skill-32 years of killing and I feel it wont soon stop-The Police have

 

no idea who I am-I roam the states-Mexico-Canada-even the islands

 

looking for my payday my medication my reason-Staring down another road

 

in another stolen car another motel room another hit-Just like a drug I

 

feel like i'm searching for just that-one more sweet hit of revenge from

 

the people my people tell me are evil and wicked-I used to work for the

 

Street gangs and "MOB" Types-Now I work for the Sex crimes division of

 

  Manchester new york-Bob Halie Sends A Packet to one of my 55 drop

 

points and I do my deed how I feel fit-Like the Rapist in Boise,Idaho Or

 

the Cannibal in Jersey-The band of 14 Hillbilly's in Arizona Raping eating

 

and torturing teenagers to further there family's rankings with inbreed

 

murderers-I napalmed them all during family supper,out in the desert its

 

so hard to put out a massive chemical fire...I just keep patrolling these

 

roads...looking for some type of injustice,because if there is no

 

injustice...I don't get a fix...

 

 

  • Chapter 4: The Final Trumpet blows

 

 

I tell you all this rooted in a nightmare-A Waking dream that seems so

 

real yet I know its not..there blood drips backwards up the mirror,they

 

scream at me from under the floors I can hear them scratching at me-In

 

my hand I hold a knife but its not for them its for myself-All the evil

 

I consumed as I grew now Owns me...It rules over every thought I have

 

and I assure you..they give me no comfort now-I can again feel the devil

 

Watching me squirm just as I did when I was a child-Laying leather

 

  strapped to a table-Needle after needle-Drugs and Shock therapy-Nothing

 

helped me but them...and there deaths-I imagine im bleeding out somewhere

 

cold and dark physically but in my head,as I fade-I'm stuck in this old

 

cabin with boards on the windows and a open door that just moves further

 

as I attempt to walk threw it-I suppose this is how it feels..when the

 

final trumpet blows....where do I go from here....


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