You don't realize it yet, but every night when you go to sleep, you go on killing dozens of people. One day a knock on your door comes. It's the police.

" FBI OPEN THE DOOR !"

"WHAT THE FU- ? "

A crushing sound. I don't have a front door anymore.

A lot of armed angry guy swarms into my house

I feel like I didnt wake up.

I dont think they are going to find me. Their thermal cameras doesnt work on chimneys and seriously I have no idea how I climbed there. Literally I dont remember.

"Move Move Move, Cover the downstair, Team A upstairs with me now !"

I hate being in the tight spots. Thats it I am going to surrender.

I let myself go and crush down with an unaccountable dark coal dust.

"Cough!, Cough! Dont shoo- Cough!"

" Where is he GOD DAMN IT "

As I hear they shoot each other I knew now why my guts told me to sit down. Dont stand up, dont say anything.

There is always the last one after a shootout like this.

Do something. My body starts trembling. Do something, Do something.

I hate this. Fuck it.

I stood up and next I hear bones cracking, a shriek and a thud noise from something really heavy hitting the not mahogany but pretty common wood floor of my house.

Its then I hear the gunshots from stairs. As I jump to the kitchen I know how many of them consists that Team A. And I know it only because I know how many automatic rifles fired at me at that moment. Why I know this stuff ? Maybe I am autistic.

They mess up everything and only then stops and looking at torned apart house.

Little by little, the heads start looking for me. I can see them through a bullet hole in the wall.

I decided to go out in a blaze of victory. Its pretty cool to die like this. Like sundance

As it turns out I dont have much to defend myself. A set of knife I bought intending to use it for meat slicing after wathcing Hannibal. Also an iron cast fry pan which reddit made me bought. Never used.

I'm done in like five minutes. It's pretty easy, every knife met their targets in the eye. It was like I wanted the knife where it supposed to be and magically it was flying exactly when I wanted it to be. With iron cast I knocked and probably killed the closest guy to me, the team leader.

The guy who blew up my front door.

I search his clothes to find weapons.

"Ughhh... Ughhh where am I -- Fuuuuck."

So a good blow to the head isnt enough to kill a guy with a casket. 3 Ninjas movies were lies! That little yellow bitch.

" Why are you trying to kill me ? "

I shake him up. His eyes gains focus and he looks at me for 2 seconds.

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

And ther is this loud bang. A bang that throws me to the balcony

I hear tanks roaring and destroying my porch with pallets, I can see how long that tube is because its inches away from my non existant door.

I have to run.