He sat in his rocking chair; listening to music. His eyes were shut, and on his face was a smile of pure ecstasy. It was Mozart's Requiem, his favorite. As the music reached its crescendo, almost shivering with delight, he pressed the red button in front of him. The music stopped, and the explosions began.

Through his windows, he could see the buildings explode. The schools, the hospitals, the police stations; all momentary infernos and then piles of charred rubble. The advantage of a huge window was that he could see it all.

Then, the houses began to explode; one by one. The chain of explosions was like a symphony by some great master. So much energy! Music to his ears.

When the last explosion died out, he looked at the village with a gleeful smile. Carnage! Pure Carnage! Of course, some people would escape. He knew that. "In fact," he thought, as he looked at the mutilated bodies, "There'd be no fun if they didn't."

He took a sniper rifle and scanned the village with its scope. He noticed a lady, half buried in rubble, trying to get out. With meticulous care, he aimed for the spot just between her eyes. Then, he decided against it. He shot her in the throat, and yelped with glee as the blood spurted out. He saw a little girl running. She looked very afraid. He shot her in the leg and, as she fell down, shot her in the head. He just adored target practice!

Half an hour later, he was walking the streets of the village; or what was left of them. He had, in his hand, a Desert Eagle. He looked around and saw a little girl approaching him. She was no more than eleven years old; but she looked quite mature for her age. She was afraid, but did her best to hide it. She was fair, with blue eyes, and her face was covered with dust. She looked extremely tired. Doing her best to hold back her tears, she asked him for help. Her parents, she said, were injured in the blasts and needed help. He looked at her, smiled reassuringly, put the gun to her temple, and shot thrice. He smiled to see her tears, now free, make runnels on her dusty cheeks. He was about to go kill her parents as well, when suddenly...................

"Goooood morning, Mr. Peterson. And how are we today?"

He saw the nurse enter, with a smile on her face. She knew he couldn't answer; and yet, every single morning, she asked him the same damn question. Stupid Bitch! He watched her fiddle with his respirator and the various gadgets keeping him alive.

"I'm going now, Mr. Peterson. If you need me, just press the bell next to your left hand."

Stupid Bitch! Knowing full well that he couldn't, knowing full well that he was completely paralyzed, she insisted on taunting him like this every single day. He gave her a venomous look, full of pure hatred.
Someday ............................

He controlled his rage, and shut his eyes. He went back to his world; a more beautiful world. The world of Carnage.