The scent of his ego lay pungent in the air. "It is time," the voice said, as it echoed around inside her head like a short of hard liquor. She drew her finger to the sharp poison tip. The tiny bead of blood proof enough he would be oblivious to the poison as it ran through him like a plague. She sat still for a moment, enjoying the buzz from the poison she had sucked from her finger, in the blink of an eye the horrors of her past enveloped her. This shroud should never burden another soul.
"Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks, months, maybe years."