Karma Is A Bitch
Karma Is A Bitch
Karma Is A Bitch
Old man was a fuckin idiot to be carrying this much cash with him. Doesnt he know t
here are dangerous people out there? says the one in the grey sweatshirt, once th
ey are far away from the scene of the crime. He roars with laughter.
You sure were not gonna get caught? Karmas a bitch, says the one in the black sweats
hirt. A big old fat fucking bitch.
Fuck you and your karma. We got nothing to worry about.
The next time theyre planning to strike, Im there again. This time, theyre targetin
g a small young woman, anxiously waiting for her train around 4am. They lurk up
to her, hoods up, and thats when I make my move. They dont see me, of course, but
they feel me. In a second, Im directly behind them. I shove them violently and th
eir bodies clatter onto the tracks. They fall so hard that I hear bones breaking
upon the impact. They look up, utterly disoriented. The woman runs away to get
help. I watch as the train lights appear from deep within the tunnel.
Miraculously, the conductor spots the men on the tracks and tries to slam on the
brakes. Of course its too late, and the train glides over their bodies. The soun
ds of crunching and screaming echo in the subway station. Once the train has sai
led passed their bodies, I force it to reverse. The conductor is confused; he do
esnt understand why the train is moving on its own. The train slithers back over
the crushed deformed bodies of the young men, demolishing them for a second time
.
Its not always easy, this job. Sometimes I get carried away, but I cant help it. A
fter all, I just absolutely hate it when someone calls me a bitch.