"Forgive me sir I have come to ask a favor." I was dressed better, I had shaved, and bathed, so no longer did I look the bum I had been. I was even wearing a jaunty hat, because people wearing top hats always get doors opened for them. The man I was looking at was older, probably around the age of seventy, he had a gaunt appearance having recently survived a bad ailment and I knew all about that.
"I don't know you," He went to shut the door, but it was too late I had my foot in it and I had the strength of stolen youth, so I was able to force it open and toss him back into his own foyer. I shut the door behind me and took out my pistol.
"Say another word and you die right here right now." He nodded and I checked through the peep hole no one was following me.
"Take whatever you want you filthy beggar."
"Oh come now Mr. Sworns don't pretend I'm a simple thief, I'm more of a social justice type." I took my hat off and put it on the hat rack making sure to keep my pistol trained on the old man.
"Social justice? What does that mean?"
"It means I'm here to take what you stole you horrible wretch." He looked on with the fire of the righteous I'd seen it all morning as I had made my rounds, these people who had taken organs from bums felt it was their right, their privileged to keep existing while others died. Its a rhetoric I myself had made to justify necromancy from time to time, but I stuck to assholes who tried to kill me, these jerks just were killing random people on the street, sometimes multiple people after attempts to transfer the organs failed.
"Well go on then, I've heard the others are dying, if you're going to do it, do it." I appreciated the brevity, I shot him in the neck and waited for him to die as I had done with the others. He struggled, they all did, whatever calm they had come to actually killing them tended to make them terrified in the final moment, which was fine with me, they were horrible people and deserved worse than what I gave them.
All told I killed ten people that day, the police never contacted me, I was a shiftless bum who was last seen taking a beating and being hauled off, not a well dressed young man who was polite and didn't touch a drop of alcohol. That's the thing about killing in the modern world, everyone is so put off their guard because of society, they never think to believe the person who says please and thank you would murder them with a smile.
Thus my pity party came to an end, much like how it started, with less booze and more bang.
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