The town you lived in was pretty normal. Nobody expected things to go so horribly wrong, but one man was able to rip out the heart of it all and drench the area in fear and despair.

No one knew his name, his name was not important. He'd been able to destroy so much, and kill so many, that it seemed more like a nightmare than reality. How did he even manage to cause so much harm? Why did he do this? Not even he knew.

Not Important stood near the edge of the woods, his blood still running hot from the adrenaline of the past few hours of dirty work. He despised everyone who leeched off of this earth, the world that he'd spit upon with his actions. He'd rather die in a blaze of glory than live without this cleansing violence for one more second.

This was one of the very few moments he slowed down, that he actually looked at the world around him instead of thinking with his trigger finger. You were unlucky enough to be hiding within his piercing gaze. He spotted you, shivering in a bush trying to stay out of the carnage. Not Important slowly stepped forward, his boots crumpling the dry leaves beneath his feet.

But for some reason, he didn't lift his gun. He just stared, breathing heavily through his nose as his fingers tightened and loosened on his gun like a pulsing heartbeat. He felt empathy; empathy that you'd been so unlucky. Disgusting.

"Get the fuck up."