>>1666040His face was fat, bearded, his blue eyes were darkened in the night. He looked at Anon, taking in the matte black fetish leathers, a slim rainbow glitter headband bisected his forehead, the muzzle of his 22lr unwavering. The Republican knew he was going to die, but the terrified acceptance was flecked with puzzlement. "Why?" he asked.
"Absolution."
He didn't get it; they never did. His death was a duty ordered by white privilege.
Anon had learned all about duty from Youtube. Relying on his 22lr bolt action rifle, it's equal dependence on him. It was a bond closer than family, overriding everything--laws, conventions, and morals. He even lost his anal virginity to the barrel of that rifle. Normalfags like the Republicans never understood. When all other human values had gone, shattered by violence, there was still fetishization. The implicit pleasure of prostate milking.
Anon fired. The Republican's mouth gaped as the 22lr hollow point struck his temple, his eyes rolling up as he fell forward. He splashed into the thin layer of mud. Dead before he hit.
Anon lowered his rifle, breath hissing out between clenched teeth. He started back down the trail towards the local gay bar without giving the body another glance. Behind him, a stillness permeated. He began to hum the soundtrack from the 2000s release of Charlies Angel's to himself as his pace intensified.
