Guns.

(I wrote this a few weeks ago. I kind of went through a short morbid period, I didn't think of putting it up here but then I heard about some model who had been brutally murdered today and it made me think of this peice. From what I heard, the Model's killer, ripped out her teeth so that they couldn't identify her through dental records, stuffed her in a peice of luggage and dumped her somewhere. That was a real murder, that was real cruelty in action. It is sick, and it should make anyone think twice who has murderous intents in their heart.)

Guns. Guns have taken the creativity out of killing. All you do is point and squeeze, then boom, in a flash, in an instant, it is over, and there is no waiting, no mental struggling. It is over before you know what you are doing. This leaves plenty of time to regret and no time to pull out.
With knives, it could take much longer for the victim to succumb. You could be much more creative with a knife. The most creativity I have ever seen with a gun is the game of Russian roulette. Yes, it is true that moviemakers have tried to make guns more creative by having massive battles with guns. What they loose in finesse is made up in volume. However, in the end it all amounts to hundreds of wasted bullets and then one final instantaneous death blow. Not with knives, or poison, or a chord with which to strangle, or bare hands to choke and thrust beneath the water, those take time. Then there are those exceptionally creative fellows who use odd objects, farm implements, pickaxes, chainsaws, cars, fire, or the earth itself as their victim is buried alive.
*Sigh* You don’t hear much about creative murders anymore. All you hear in the news headlines these days is that someone was shot and killed or blown up by a bomb. I miss the old days. People would find dead bodies hanging from trees. People were found drowned by the crick. People were found torn limb from limb with cuts all over their body. Murder was something shocking back then. Murder was only capable by the truly twisted minds, the ones that would sit through the endless moments that it took for the victim to drown or bleed to death. Women would put their hands to their mouths and nearly faint when someone was murdered. Now the act of murder is all too commonplace for anyone to bat an eye at it. Now the act of murder is capable by any hot head with a 9mm piece of metal and one irrational moment.
Guns have ruined murder.

(now after this short interlude I will start working on the second epsiode of the short story)
~SB