In my spotless and neat apartment, with earphones plugged into my ears listening to Phil Collins's old hits. Somehow, the sound of boisterous activities still harkened from outside of my apartment. Gazing through the balcony, scattered a mob shouting the prosecution of human rights carrying rainbow flags and the signs --appear most apparent-- that says "CIVIL RIGHTS FOR ALL." I'm disgusted! the fact that they proudly and freely roam the streets without the slightest bit of embarrassment; the audacity to show off to the public, demanding justification for their deviance. My unhinged hatred almost entirely fulfills my pure and minimalist apartment. Soon they'll get what they deserve!
I was and have always loathed homosexuality existence since the day I obtain my consciousness. This kind of deviation has sickened me to death! I couldn't imagine --not a chance, even in million possibilities-- seeing myself become one of them. There is one more particular reason why I hate homosexuality. Once, I was in high school, I'm in love with one shamefully beautiful girl. She is blonde, and she has brown eyes with a warm gaze. Also, she is very feminine which makes me cannot stopped thinking about her. Until I found out that she is lesbian after we were getting along for about 3 semesters. Her name is Sarah, I'm more upset about the fact that she has no interest in getting into a relationship with boys, more than she loves another boy over me. Part of me urges to do something about it, but at what cost. one falls and a thousand spring up!
One time, I saw someone preaching and said "if you encounter a gay couple, kill them both!" it may not sound accurate, although, I don't quite remember the exact words. But that utterance sort of relieved me, I felt like I carried a tremendous amount of responsibility with pleasure. I'm not really a religious type of man, but I do believe there is an omnipotent existence beyond this civilization.
My name is Paul Turner, I am 25 years old. I live in American Gardens Building on West 81st Street, on the 11th floor. I'm an investment banker in one of the well-known companies in New York City. My father is a mayor of New York City, and he wanted me to dive into politics. Although I have no interest in politics, my father always pressured me to come to most of his conferences. He is an intractable one and a hypocrite. My mother passed away when I was 11. My face is exceedingly familiar in the judicatory institution, which made me invulnerable in sort of laws because of my father's name.
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After working a long hour, I go to a bar with my friend John where there are a bunch of appealing cheeks around there. I go up to one special lady leaning back against the counter by herself, she has brown unraveled hair. Her appearance is not too tacky compared to other women. "Beautiful lady shouldn't be at the bar alone without man's accompanied!" I attempt to flirt. "Well, thanks for the compliment, but I'm not here by myself." As soon as she said that, a buffed man allegedly her boyfriend come in approached, and grab my shoulder from behind. "The one you tried to flirt with is my girlfriend, buddy!" The guy says with a slightly pissed. "Is it my fault for trying to attract a woman that is alone?" I said back to him. "Why are you the one that feels offended?" He replied. I feel offended by the fact that this guy trying to tough in front of me. My friend John is only observing in dilemma. If choose to be on my side, he realizes that he has to face this big muscular guy. And if he chooses to be on that guy's side, which will never going to happen because we've been a friend since college, and I'm the reason he has a job as my assistant. "Maybe you should just get outta here before I knock you out!" Then I smash his head with the half-empty bottle of wine on the counter. The girl is screaming loudly and John is slowly backing away. The guy immediately lunges me to the ground and punches me spasmodically even though his face just got smashed by a bottle of wine. The security guard intervenes in that scene and the police arrive within a second "I'll kill you...I'll kill you!" the buffed guy babbling with rage. The lady seemed scared next to John. We both got escorted to a police station.
After a couple of hours of meaningless interrogation, I get away from prosecution, and the buffed guy is sent to jail for God knows how long. Outside, there is John and my father with his fianc. "Sorry for not being useful back there," John says with remorse. "Don't worry, I understand" I say with a full understanding of John's Physical state. "What the hell is wrong with you, how many times do I have to save your ass?" My father grumbled. "Calm down Bill! He just needs to be understood" her fianc defending me. I've been treated like garbage ever since I decided never to be part of politics.
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Tomorrow is when the prosecution of homosexual right is conducted. This prosecution is 4 years after the 911 tragedy. I’m preparing all the stuff for tomorrow’s action.
On the 7th floor of the hotel I rented, the view of people of gays shouting and jumping with their attributes. While I’m proning with my sniper rifle 12.7 caliber aiming on their heads. I take a shot from the guy wearing black shirt and blue jeans, hitting on his chest twice. And then, the women with green hair pierced on the left ear, hit her head once. And the overweight women with striped pants, hit her neck once. Also, the one with megaphone on his hand hiding in the car but still can be seen by me, so I put 3 bullets in his belly.
There is the sound of knocking on my door. I couldn’t think of any possible way to get away from here. And there they are, the police spreading all over my hotel room. “I’m the chosen one… I’m a God’s emissary” I scream from the bottom of my lungs.
