Special Delivery
Mordred clomped through the alleyways that seemed like a dank, looming, never ending void. In his haste, the dark skulking figure tripped over a small kitten.
"How Dare you get in my way!?" he hissed in a hushed voice. "Don't you know how important this package is???" The kitten looked up at him lovingly only to receive a swift kick from a black army boot. The feline yelped and ran off into the night.
Mordred continued his scrambling down the alleys, grumbling to himself, carrying the oddly proportioned package under his arm, attempting unsuccessfully to conceal it beneath his tattered brown overcoat.
As he trudged on through the gloom, the thought of what could happen if something went wrong slashed through any other thought he may have had. He remembered the boss' simple instructions. "Destroy what's in this package. Do it where no one is around and don't let anyone get their hands on it. No one! And above all be absolutely careful! If this package breaks you are dead, do you hear me???"
He shuddered as he thought of what would have happened if he had dropped the package when he tripped over the kitten. "Stupid cat…" he muttered. The pressure and stress from the situation felt like a cannon, waiting to explode. It finally did when the package began to rumble. "This is all your fault! I hate you!!!" he screamed at the package.
For the rest of his trip, he did not think of much. He had finally realized how dangerous thinking too much could be.
At last he saw, looming in the distance, several dark mountains of garbage. "Finally! Thank God… wait, why should I thank him. He wouldn't let this happen if he didn't hate me."
He walked stealthfully into the city dump, happy that no one was there to see him get rid of the package. He wandered around for a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity. Finally he found it. He gazed up at it with a gleam of insanity in his eyes. "Finally this madness clawing at my life will be gone forever! I feel so alive!" he laughed hysterically. The incinerator lay there, ready to burn the next piece of garbage fed to it. As he rushed to rid himself of the insanity that lay inside the package, he neglected to see the bottle on the ground. As he stepped on it he fell backwards and landed hard on the rocky, dirty surface of the dump. The package also fell-hard. Mordred had shattered his arm with that fall. The package had shattered all together, spilling its contents onto the ground only inches from Mordred's face. He looked up and saw in horror the instrument of his death; a small, brownish red, leather-skinned demon-it's eyes glowing with cruelty.
The demon quickly scurried out of the package, giggling with impish glee as it used its razor-like claws to slice Mordred into human confetti. It then ran into the streets of the city, giggling all the way.
Mordred felt strangely happy as the dark veil of death overtook him. "Glad I could have my sanity back. Too bad for the world though."
As he took his final breath, in the distance he heard a scream. "Too bad."