Wrath (591 hits)
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Rating: 1.92 on 17 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by FALLEN (View user info) at 2007-06-20 14:08:18 EDT
Zach hated shopping.
Ever since the big box stores decided that they needed to be in the grocery business, it turned an already loathsome chore into a source of irritation for him.
But what didn't piss him off lately?
He wasn't sure when this had started. He had always been an easygoing guy, the person that his friends turned to for advice or a level headed view of a situation. His life was good as far as the casual observer would see. He had a beautiful wife and two great kids, a nice house, all the things that society uses to define a successful man, he possessed.
But still, Zach had lived his life with the feeling that there was something more that he needed to do, some purpose he had to fulfill. In his younger years he dismissed it as a product of ambition. As he entered his thirties the restlessness in his soul began to manifest itself as frustration then as anger. His temper would spike filling his head with a rage that needed to be unleashed but thankfully he had always found the control he rapidly lost.
He had parked by the entrance to the garden center, as the lot was usually less crowded at that end. This unfortunately meant to reach the other side of the store that he would have to navigate through the crowds of screaming bratty kids and meandering elderly that plugged every aisle of the store.
Just as he expected, kids running all over the place. "This isn't a playground" he thought to himself, " why can't that fat bitch keep her kids under control?" He could feel his pulse quicken.
Zach turned from the main aisle and cut through the jewelry section to find a less crowded path to the other side of the store. This unfortunately took him through a slalom of silver hairs crowding around the spinning racks of reading glasses, looking for the correct magnification to make it easier to read the oatmeal box or the cats suppositories or what ever the hell old people read.
All he wanted was to get the fucking box of crackers and go.
He was rewarded with a clear path through the racks of novelty tee shirts to about twenty-five feet or so from the actual grocery section of the store.
The impact was no big deal.
It was enough to push his shoulder back and cause him to stop mid stride. He turned to see the teen-ager, about seventeen or eighteen at most. He had been screwing around when he bumped into Zach. Their eyes met and Zach waited for the apology that polite people would expect even in a Wal-Mart, it never came.
The boy with not so much as a nod of recognition of what he had done, continued laughing with his friends and turned away.
The rage grew, under normal circumstances he would let it pass but his anger had seethed since he entered the store and now this punk fuck was laughing at him?
"What do you say?" he more growled than spoke.
"What?" the boy responded, in a tone implying he was annoyed by even having to dignify Zach with conversation.
"When you bump into a stranger, what do you say?!"
"Fuck you!"
His hand shot forward and grabbed the punk's neck with a speed and force that would have shocked Zach, had he been in the state of mind to admire such things. Now in contact with the boy he could feel the anger in him double, as did his strength and the grip on the neck. Never before had he felt more alive and powerful as he continued closing his grip. The soft flesh came apart in Zach's hand as he tore the windpipe out and tossed it aside. The other young men charged at him to help their now dead friend. Zach felt the fire that had burned for so long within him was raging beyond control, fueled by the death he had caused. His eyes grew dark and a blast of pure anger erupted from him, striking the teenagers and crushing them into the frozen food cases that were across from where they stood.
Panic ensued as the stores occupants fled from his sight; he strode through the store killing young and old as he found them. Each death he caused fed the anger within him and added to his power. As he walked, waves of force trailed behind him like wings, leaving a wake of glass, blood and food.
He stood at the entrance of the store and although plumes of smoke obscured his eyes, looked back at the carnage he had left. He smiled thinking of all those that still needed punishing, then walked into the night.
User Reviews
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2008-06-05 14:19:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I enjoyed this a lot. Good stuff. Reminds me of one of mine.
Grammar Police http://www.ubersite.com/m/67913
Submitted by steph (user info) at 2007-08-09 01:17:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Wrath needs to go to the DMV. Plenty of punishing to do there.
Submitted by zwerg (user info) at 2007-06-26 10:50:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-06-21 09:05:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Susie, Orph did one called "Greed". Then I went with this title.
Not an official "7-Deadly" series but you have five more to pick from if you want next.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-06-20 23:33:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That's what happens when people shop at Walmart.
Submitted by Susie_Derkins (user info) at 2007-06-20 17:53:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Last year, I had thought about doing a series of the 7 deadly sins, but never got around to it. Is this the plan?
Submitted by orph (user info) at 2007-06-20 17:08:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2007-06-20 16:16:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Could Wrath please go to Home Depot next?
Submitted by TechnoRatty (user info) at 2007-06-20 16:07:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I do things like this all the time... Last week in Tesco, I battered a crowd of teenagers to death with my handbag.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-06-20 15:01:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
[constructive criticism]
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-06-20 15:01:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Shitting your pants, or boobs.
Not "shitting your boobs." That would just be silly.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-06-20 15:01:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-06-20 14:18:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
posting in the middle of a song contest was not the smartest thing to do.
if it helps I was humming as I typed.
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Wouldn't have mattered if you posted it on a Regular Day. People would see the one word title with the Big Boy Word and know right from the get-go that it wasn't about shitting your pants or boobs.
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-06-20 14:26:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is my BOOM STICK!
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-06-20 14:18:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
posting in the middle of a song contest was not the smartest thing to do.
if it helps I was humming as I typed.
Submitted by DirtyHarry (user info) at 2007-06-20 14:15:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I imagine that very scene every time I step into a Wal-Mart. I hope there is a sequel to this, like Wrath Goes To Starbucks or something like that.
Submitted by lover101 (user info) at 2007-06-20 14:14:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I feel this way sometimes.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2007-06-20 14:14:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
those are the dumbest lyrics evar.