The Culling Fields

The lower portion of her right leg from just below her knee bounced comically off the seat and onto the floor of the bus. Thug to cripple -instant retribution. Before what was happening had dawned on the other passengers Mo put a bullet in the left eye of her companion. Thug to corpse – even more instant. There was blood everywhere. A kid’s party scene just after the ice-cream whilst they were all still giddy from trying to contain their excitement after the clown and the juggler had performed magical feats. It was a lot messier than Mo had expected, what with all the splatter and everything.

Mo was back on the pavement and heading in the opposite direction within seconds of the deed being done, head down, lost in the rush hour hordes he heard the screams of the sensitive commuters registering the carnage.

It hadn’t been too hard to find the two unfortunates who Mo had earmarked to begin his campaign. These types were everywhere. Mo simply stepped onto a number 62 and had pushed his way to the back of the crowded bus. There in the corner were 2 angry-looking young girls, about 14 or 15 years of age, who had spread themselves across the back seats in an intimidating manner with their feet up on the seats opposite,  preventing other bus users from sitting. As most passengers were trying to keep their distance from these whelps it wasn’t hard for Mo to get close to them. They wouldn’t make eye contact with Mo. 2.1 seconds later one was a cripple and one was dead.

Mo’s Glock, and the Uzi for big jobs, had become his utensils of preference. To start the offensive however, with the obvious influence of Glimmer, a keen bladed axe had been employed to good effect. Mo’s long hours sharpening the specimen had indeed helped him focus on the job in hand. A kind of meditation really.

Mo had realised almost at once that he had been born for the vocation he had chosen. Mo had been calmness personified whilst he was actually carrying out the necessary. Now that the hands-on element of the job was over, he was starting to shake slightly and the adrenalin rush of power and invincibility that had kicked in was starting to wane. Mo checked the contents of his shoulder bag and the comforting, matt finish of his Uzi gave him a warm glow inside.  Mo was buzzing like a bee on speed. Right there and then Mo decided to go shopping in the precinct. With a new sense of purpose Mo headed for some retail therapy and the culling fields.

return soon to read the 9th episode of Kill That Scrote…