Massacre
A tired expression on her face, worn out looking dark-haired Beth raised her nice twenty five year old ass from her old rusted chevy and then reached back into the car, removing a cup of coffee. Next, she shut the door and fired up a fresh cigarette. Turning around, the brunette, her dark mane raised to the top of her head, strolled along toward the Wal-Mart department store, looking at her watch, seeing ten after eight in the morning. Dressed in well fitting blue jeans, a black tube top, and black western boots on her feet, Beth slowly approached the building, the coffee cup in one hand, the cigarette in the other.
The New Port still in her hand, Beth went inside and walked down the main aisle, moving toward the back of the structure when suddenly a woman emerged from behind one of the fixtures, anger and frustration in her voice, the lady complaining, “ How come you didn’t put all the coats on the rack yesterday? I had to do it all myself...take time away from my other stuff!”
Beth exhaled a cloud of smoke, took a sip of the coffee, and then spit down at the showroom floor, saying, “ Get outta my face..., bitch...you ain’t the fucken boss here...go fuck yourself..., cunt!”
“ Listen...I’m gonna tell the manager...I’m sick of you...we’re all sick of you...who do you think you are?”
“ Just go back to your shit and leave me alone..., bitch!”
“ Like I said...I’m reporting you...I had enough!”
“ Kiss my ass, Jenny...KISS MY ASS!”
At a casual pace, Beth simply walked away, headed to the stockroom door. She kicked it open with her right boot and entered the back area, greeted with, “ There you are..., you’re late...like always...and you didn’t put all the claims items away like I asked you to.”
Measuring the blond off for a second, attractive Beth replied, “ I did...I did that yesterday.”
“ No you didn’t...what about all that stuff there?”
The chain smoking brunette glanced over, shrugged her shoulders, and said, “ Oh yea...guess I forgot about that shit...oh well.”
“ You better get it all done today...I mean it.”
Irritated by the woman, Beth snapped back, saying, “ Hey bitch...like I told that other bitch out on the floor...get outta my face...you ain’t my fucken boss!”
“ You’re not doing your job..., and you know there’s no smoking back here.”
“ Fuck you.”, said the brunette, blowing a huge cloud of smoke at the other lady.
“ I’m telling Mike.”
“ Go tell Mike...he can suck my tits!”
Beth turned around and left, strolling all the way down to the other side of the stockroom until she finally stood before the huge open receiving door, the morning sun shining in on this warm summer day. After the dark-haired wench finished the coffee, she tossed the styrofoam cup to the side and strolled over to some old fixture, where she reached behind the thing and took up a small bottle of liqueur. The nasty bitch opened it and took a drink, finally hiding the thing back to where she got it from.
She went over to a rack and bent down, opening up some box, removing some clothes, hanging up the stuff, when the woman stopped working for a moment, fired up a fresh cigarette, and then resumed her task. Fifteen minutes later, however, Beth realized she had to take a piss. Making a sigh, the brunette stared down toward the far end of the stock room and mumbled to herself, “ Man...I’m too fucken tired to walk all the way down there...why does the bathroom have to be so far away?”
Thinking no one else was around, dirty Beth simply strolled out through the large door and turned a corner, walking up to the building’s edge, where she placed her cigarette firmly between her lips, turned around, and then lowered her jeans and panties, squatting herself before the structure. A second later, she pissed on the ground, the yellow stuff flowing from her cunt!
Suddenly, as the last drops fell from her pussy, some guy came around the corner, the man wearing a white shirt and tie.
“ OH...BETH!”, exclaimed the manager as he quickly looked the other way, saying, “ THAT’S SICK...WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
After she stood up again and pulled her clothes back in place, the manager guy said, “OK...that’s it...you’re outta here!”
“ What? I was just taking a piss...so?”
“ We got a lavatory in the building...what do you think it’s there for?”
“ It’s too far away...I don’t wanna have to walk that far just to take a piss.”
“ Whatever..., like I said..., you’re fired...I was just talking with Jenny and Cindy.”
“ Fuck ‘em...they can go to hell.”
“ You were late again today...and you’re always smoking back here...you know it’s not allowed..., and most of all, you don’t do much...you’re lazy!”
“ I do my fucken job.”
“ No you don’t...so just leave...please!”
“ C’mon, Mike...give me another chance.”
“ No.”
A sly expression on her face, the woman pulled down at her top and exposed her left breast, saying, “ C’mon...you can come over to my place tonight if you want..., you can fuck me...I’m serious..., why not?”
Shaking his head, the man replied, “ I’m sorry...you gotta go...good bye.”
Insulted, she quickly pulled her top back in place and yelled, “FUCK YOU..., ASSHOLE...KISS MY ASS..., MOTHERFUCKER!”
“LEAVE...NOW!”, insisted the man, pointing over at the parking lot.
“ FUCK YOU...FUCK THIS PLACE!”, answered the brunette as she spit down at the ground and then left, walking to the parking lot, where she got into her old piece of junk, fired up a fresh cigarette, started the engine, and finally drove off.
She drove down the main road until the lady pulled into a gravel driveway, parking the old car before some small dilapidated joint. Inside, Beth parked her nice ass to one of the bar stools, fired up another cigarette, and then produced some money, obviously buying herself a drink followed by another and another, on and on!
Fifty minutes later, the woman got off the stool, lost her balance for a second, and then left the place, staggering over to her car, finally dropping her ass behind the wheel. She started the engine and backed up a little, bumping into the side of the building, after which she put the thing into drive and pulled out of the small lot, making a right turn, her rear wheel going half way over the sidewalk as the right side of her car scrapped a “No Parking” sign.
Out on the open road, the drunken bitch fiddled around with the car’s lighter as she fired up a cigarette, the car moving along at only thirty miles an hour.
It didn’t take much longer and the woman pulled into some side street and eventually stopped in front of a four suite apartment building. After she came to a halt, the drunken brunette put the thing in reverse and backed up along side the curb, wishing to park her car. However, the drunk hit a car already parked behind her. As a result, she put her car into drive again and inched her way forward a little until she finally stopped, shifted into park, and then killed the engine, stepping out of her old chevy afterward, her frame rocking back and forth as she circumnavigated her car and went up on the tree lawn, walking toward the building.
A second later, from one of the upstairs balconies, some guy yelled down at her, “ HEY...YOU JUST HIT MY CAR!”
Waving her hand at the car parked behind her old piece of junk, Beth replied in her drunken voice,, “ Ah...it...it’ll be all right...it’s...um...it’s nothing..., just take it easy!”
“ You busted the light...that cost money to fix!”
“ Oh...go jump in the lake!”
The guy quickly turned around and disappeared into his apartment, emerging a few moments later, coming out of the main entrance, walking right past Beth, going over to his car, looking at it, saying, “ Shit...the whole thing’s broken...and the fender’s bent!”
“ Man...you’ll live...it ain’t the end of the fucken w...world.”
“ I’m gonna report this..., lady.”
“ Go f...fuck yourself!”, answered the woman as she spit down at the ground and fired up a fresh cigarette.
“ You’re not gonna get away this..., you drunken bitch...I’m gonna call the cops...not just because you hit my car...but because you’re always drunk...this ain’t the first time I saw you behind the wheel all juiced up!”
“ Fuck you...asshole!”
“ You can save all that for the judge...I’m serious...I’m reporting this.”
“ Kiss my ass!”, replied the woman as she “strolled” toward the building, the guy still by his car, squatting before the thing, inspecting every detail, all upset about the damage.
Inside the building, Beth went up two flights of stairs until she reached the second floor and entered her apartment. Once inside her flat, the drunk went into the kitchen, reached into the refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of booze, pouring herself a drink and firing up another cigarette afterward. She went into the livingroom, bitching to herself, saying, “ Man...what an asshole..., making such a big fuss about a f...fucken dent...what a fucken jerk!”
Standing next to her old dusty stereo, the woman turned the thing all the way up, when suddenly, someone downstairs started pounding on the ceiling, yelling, “ HEY BITCH...TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!”
“FUCK YOU!”, screamed Beth in response, stomping down at the floor with her boots, yelling away, “FUCK YOU...ASSHOLE...FUCK YOU!”
“SAME TO YOU...TURN THAT STUFF DOWN OR I’LL CALL THE COPS!”
Angry as hell, the bitch nevertheless turned off the stereo and then ventured back into the kitchen, where she stood before the counter and just stared down at it, her drunken brain all confused and distressed, until suddenly Beth started pounding down at the counter, yelling,, “LEAVE ME ALONE...EVERYONE LEAVE ME ALONE...GET OUTTA MY FUCKEN FACE...GET OFF MY CASE...LEAVE ME ALONE..., MOTHERFUCKERS..., WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS PICK ON ME..., LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Out of breath from yelling, the drunk did nothing for a few moments but just stand there with a real crazy expression in her eyes, looking like one of those people locked up in some institution! Again, she started talking to herself, this time whispering to her own ears, “ Leave me alone...just leave me alone!”
As she mumbled on, the woman glanced back toward the livingroom over at some drawer built into the wall. Slowly, she went toward the thing and finally opened it, removing a pistol!
Not in control of herself anymore, the angry bitch reached into the same drawer again and took out a pack of shells, loading the gun, pushing the small box with the remaining bullets down into her breast cleavage, finally leaving her apartment. She went downstairs to the suite below her place and started kicking at the door, screaming, “ OPEN UP...MOTHERFUCKER...OPEN THIS FUCKEN DOOR!”
After the guy opened the door, he was suddenly met with, “HERE...ASSHOLE...EAT THIS!”
BANG!
Beth shot the man right in the chest, after which he fell back and landed on his sofa, blood flowing from his frame as he finally died!
Turning around, crazy Beth headed over to the main entrance, where she suddenly saw the other tenant who yelled at her because of his damaged car, the guy pulling the door open, coming back inside. Before he even had a chance, Beth aimed the gun at him and pulled back at the trigger!
BANG!
A bullet went right between the man’s eyes, causing him to fall over and die, the drunken bitch stepping over his body afterward, going out to her car, where she lowered her nice ass behind the wheel and started the engine.
Full of rage, the woman put her chevy in reverse and floored the pedal, deliberately smashing her old piece of junk into the front of the dead guy’s car, doing it over and over a few times, screaming, “ HERE...HERE...HERE...!!”
The back of her car all smashed in now, she finally put the thing into drive and pulled away from the curb, weaving all over the road until she reached the intersection, where the woman made a right turn, going over into the opposite lane for a second, causing another car to swerve out of the way and strike a mail box. Like a nut, she drove down the main street until the bitch finally made it back to the Wal-Mart parking lot.
Beth got out of her car, fired up a fresh cigarette, took up the gun, and strolled over to the rear of the structure, going through the large open receiving door. Inside the building, Beth went over to the claims area and stood before Cindy, yelling, “ YOU BLOND BITCH...YOU FUCKEN WHORE!”
Not seeing the gun as Beth held the weapon behind her frame, the other woman replied, “ I thought they fired you.”
“ YEA...WELL..., I’M BACK...AND I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU...BITCH!”
The crazy drunk raised the gun and fired, shooting Cindy in the heart, killing her right there on the spot, when Beth turned around and left the stockroom, going out to the sale’s floor, seeing some other customer stand there.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?”, screamed the dark-haired lunatic.
BANG!
She took aim and fired, killing the customer. Beth kept walking, finally reaching the place where Jenny worked, saying, “HERE BITCH...LOOK WHAT I GOT FOR YOU!”
When Jenny turned and looked, Beth pulled back at the trigger and killed the lady, moving on now until she saw the manager, the drunk yelling, “YOU FUCKEN ASSHOLE...NOW ITS MY TURN TO FIRE YOU...HERE...TAKE THIS!”
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Angry Beth shot the guy three times as he fell backwards into a shelf full of merchandise, all of the stuff falling on top of him, the guy dying a few seconds later!
By this time, most of the people in the store figured out what was going on, one guy running forth toward the main entrance, screaming, “THERE’S A CRAZY BITCH IN THE STORE...SHE’S GOT A GUN!!”
BANG! BANG! BANG...!!”
As the brunette moved closer and closer toward the front of the store, she indiscriminately shot away at more and more people, killing and wounding them, while the rest of the customers crowded up front by the entrance, pushing against one another, trying to get out of the building! When Beth made it up to the registers, she came to a halt, shooting away at the people by the doors, killing a few more until the gun was empty, after which the woman turned around and went down a nearby aisle, hiding behind some fixture as she reached down between her two nice tits and removed the cartridge box, reloading the gun. Again, the horrible wicked cunt returned to the registers but found the place empty now, all the people finally escaping from the building. However, through the glass doors, she could see a bunch of police cars, one of the cops yelling into a megaphone, “ PUT THE GUN DOWN AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”
“FUCK YOU!”, was all she said as she woman took aim at the doors, shooting through the glass at the police, throwing herself down to the floor afterward, hiding herself behind one of the registers!
To her surprise, however, they didn’t return fired, they only took cover, and the same guy yelled again, “ COME OUT...PUT THE GUN DOWN AND COME OUT!”
At this point, some of the booze was wearing off, making her realize what she just did. As a result, the lady crawled between two of the registers and then sat down, leaning her back against the divider. Just sitting there, she again heard, “COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP...NOW!”
Distress and afraid now, Beth started to cry, a bunch of tears going down the side of her face, until she finally leaned her head back and shot herself in the mouth, the back of her skull exploding forth, spraying blood all over the immediate area!
The End