On 9/30/2017 at 5:32 AM, Squarepeg said:

"Do you want to know a secret? I've murdered somebody. In my head. I've killed him a thousand times over one thing he did to me. And each and every time he deserved it."  - Joshua Deeds

David entered the office with his briefcase in one hand and his full cup of coffee in the other, just as Adrian walked around the out of the office looking back over his shoulder into the office and crashed into David causing David to spill his coffee all over himself.  "Oh shit, Dave buddy. I'm...."

David swung his briefcase, crushing into the side of Adrian's face spraying the wall with blood.  Raising his briefcase up over his head, he brings it crashing down on top of Adrian's head, raising it again, smashing down, raising it... "My..." smashing down as Adrian crashed back into the wall "name...." raising it... "is...." smashing down... "David..." raising it as Adrian slides down the wall leaving a bloody trial... "not...." smashing down... "Dave..." raising it... "you..." smashing down... "stupid..." raising it.... "son..." smashing......

"Oh shit, Dave.  I'm so sorry.  I didn't see you there.  Are you OK?" Adrian asked as he caught David's arm.  "I didn't mean to get your coffee all over you," Adrian said, looking around for something to clean the coffee off of David with.

David is shocked back into the present and looked down at his jacket, eased his arm from Adrian's grasp, brushing the coffee off his jacket.  "It's OK, Adrian.  Don't worry."  At least he wore a dark jacket today.  He worked his way around Adrian.

"Are you sure you're going to be OK Dave?" Adrian asked as David walked past him.  "Is there anything I can do?"

"No no, Adrian.  Don't worry.  I'm fine" David said, Asshole! he thought.  He continued on through the office to his cubicle.  When he got to his desk, he sat down with a shake of his head.  "Stupid people.  Why can't he watch where they're going", he grumbled to himself.

Finally!  Done!  Weekend!  David thought as he shut down his computer and pushed his keyboard tray into his desk.  He stood up, picked up his briefcase and started to walk out of his cubical.  He stopped and let Barbara and Susan walk past, the both of them lost in their talk about what they will do this weekend, too lost to notice David.  He stepped out behind them and followed them to the door of the office.  David kept his eyes on the floor while he thought about what he might do over the weekend.  He saw the door open by the women and kept walking through, only to get caught in the head by the door, knocking his glasses off.

Barbara turned and reached out to David, "Oh Davey, I'm..."

David balled up his fist, shot it straight out and connected with Barbara's nose, feeling the bones of her nose crunching under his fist causing her to collapse to the floor.  He pulls his foot back and gives her a vicious kick to the head.  He pulls his foot back again, kicking her viciously in the head, picking up his foot he stomps down splatter blood across the floor, he lifts his foot again and stops down.  He lifts his foot.... "Watch..." he stomps down... "what..." he lifts his foot, blood pooling around him.... "the..." stomps down, crunching bones in her skull... "fuck..." lifts his foot.... "you..." stomps down... 'are... " lifts his foot... "doing..." stomps down... "you..." lifts his foot... "stupid...." stomps...

"Oh Dave.  I'm so sorry.  Are you OK?" she said as put her hand on his arm.  "I didn't know you were behind us."

David shrugged Barbara's hand off his arm in shocked manner, "It's OK.  Don't worry.  It's nothing," he said as he adjusted his glasses.  "It's fine.  Don't think about it."

"Are you sure Dave,": she said as she reached out to him.  "Is there anything I can do?"

"No, no.  I'm fine," he said as he walked around Barbara, "It's OK, Barbara.  I should have been paying attention.  Don't think about."  He left the building, My name is David, not Dave and pay attention to what you're doing you stupid bitch.  What an idiot! he thought to himself.

"Good evening.  How are you?" the lady at the door asked him.

David looked at her, "I'm fine.  I would like a table for one."

"Sure, not a problem.  Would you like a seat in our restaurant area or in our bar..." 

"If I wanted to sit in the bar I would have asked for the bar.  Can I just have a table for one please?" David responded curtly.

"Sure, not a problem.  Follow me please" the hostess said with a smile.  She turned and led the way in to restaurant area.  When she reached a table, she turned and looked at him with a smile, "Is this OK?"

"Yes.  This will do," David said as he took a seat at the table.

The hostess handed the menu to David, "Can I get you a drink?"

David looked down at his menu, "Yes, I would like a gin and tonic."

The hostess smiled, "OK.  I will get that for you.  Your server, Michael, will be right with you."  She came back a few minutes later and placed the gin and tonic on David's table, "Enjoy your meal."

The server stepped up to the table, "Hi.  My name is Michael.  I'll be taking care of you this evening.  I see that Rachel got you your drink.  Are you ready to order, or do you need a few min...."

"Yes.  I'm ready.  I would like the T-bone steak.  I'd like it rare.  I want a baked potato and the steamed mixed vegetables.  For an appetizer, I want the Caesar salad, but I don't want parmigiana cheese, and I want the dressing on the side."

Michael smiled and listened to David.  "OK, so you would like the T-bone steak, rare with the baked potato and steamed vegetables, and you like to start off with the Caesar salad with the dressing on the side and no Parmesan cheese."

David kept his head down, "Yes, thank you."  David listened to all the conversations that were going on around him.  These people.  They are just so ignorant. They just don't understand. he thought.

A few minutes later, Michael appeared back at the table and placed the Caesar salad down and then placed the small dressing bowl down next to the salad.  "Is there anything else I can get your right now sir?" Michael asked.

David picked up his fork and looked down at his salad and saw croutons in it.  He gripped his fork in his hand and looked up at Michael. "I didn't ask for croutons."

"I'm sorry sir," Michael said pleasantly.  "I can get you another salad for you if you wou...."

David swung the hand up that had the fork in it and embedded it in Michael's chest,  "Did I say I wanted croutons!" He yanked the fork out. "I..." drove the fork into Michael's throat "didn't..." yanked it out... "say..." drove it in again... "I..." yanked it out.. "wanted..." drove it in... "god..." yanked it out... "damn...." drove it in... "croutons..." yanked it out... "on..." drove it in... "my..." yanked it out... "stinking...." drove it in again.  David followed Michael to the flow continuing to plunge his fork into Michael as he went while he screamed at him.  People ran away shocked at the carnage created by David.

After minutes of driving the fork repeatedly into Michael, David stopped and looked around wild eyed, his breath heavy in his chest.  He saw that he was surrounded by police officers with guns trained on him. "Put the weapon down sir." one officer said.

David looked down at his blood covered hand, then at his blood covered body, then looked up at the officer that spoke to him, "But, it wasn't my fault.  He didn't listen to me.  None of them listen to me," he said as he dropped the fork.  "They deserved it."

"What do you mean they deserved it?" the officer asked.  "Who are they?"

"You're one of them, aren't you," David said as he slowly reached for the fork again, only to be tackled from behind and pinned to the ground.

"You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without an attorney present, you will still have the right to stop answering at any time until you talk to an attorney. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you?" the officer said as he cuffed David.

"Yes I do, but I don't understand why I'm being arrested," David said.  "If he would have listened to what I ordered, and didn't put those croutons on my salad, I wouldn't have stabbed him."

"I understand sir." the officer said. "Why don't we go down to the station to talk about this."

BLAM, BLAM, BLAM. the gavel banged.  "David Rider, you have been found guilty of second degree murder of Michael Phearson and hereby sentenced to 15 years on prison," the judge said.

David is taken away smiling.

(....4 years later)

"Mr. Rider.  Can I ask you a question?" the reporter asked from outside David's cell.

David looked up at the reporter. "Yes you may," he said with a smile.

"Mr. Rider.  You killed a fellow inmate.  You said it was because he didn't call you David.  Is this true?"

"Yes it is.  He called me Davey.  My name isn't Davey, it's David."

"Isn't that a bit of a ridiculous excuse for killing someone?"

David looked at the reported.  "I've killed thousands of people.  I've killed them thousands of ways.  No reason for killing somebody is ridiculous.  People will start to learn once you start killing them."

The reporter looked shocked.  "You've killed thousands of people?"

An evil grin crossed David's face. "Yes.  I've killed you three times just now.  Each way different.  I have bashed your head into my prison bars until your face was nothing but a bloody pulp.  Then I pulled you in and wrapped my fingers around your through and slowly squeezed the breath out of you.  Lastly, I used my spoon here," David lifted his spoon, "and I took out your throat and watched you bleed to death while I held you up."

The blood drained from the reporter's face.  "Uhm, thank you Mr. Rider.  That's all I need for now.  If I have any more questions, may I contact you again?"

"If you dare" David said with a big grin on his face.

I would like to thank @Squarepeg for giving me the idea for this story with the his post in Joshua Deeds

 I hope to write more, expanding on this story and also other stories and poems.  Please feel free to leave comments.