You Should Not Be Here

The Situation:

You shouldn't be here.

We don't want your type.

We just want someone who can clean the filth.

Someone who can do the donkey work.

You write stories? We don't want that.

You give people ideas and prompt them? We definitely don't want that.

We'd chop off your fingers to stop that except you need them to hold the brush and clear the filth.

Your typewriter, pens and paper, and your stories are in the trash.

You won't be reading or writing anymore, we have made sure of that.

You are not a person, you are just here to remove the detritus from this place.

You have no rights.

When we look at you we see you as a joke. We are the ones that matter. We look out for each other, but you are nothing, you need to get used to that.

The Result:

Ten bodies were found in the collapsed building. All died from blunt force trauma, from masonry falling on them, bricks, and lintels.

He would find somewhere where he would be appreciated. Pens and paper were cheap and a typewriter was affordable from the money he had taken from the pockets and wallets of his victims.

He could find somewhere that appreciated his real talents, and if they didn't show him the proper appreciation, he had ways of dealing with that as well.....