Writing Prompt: May 10 - “If only this world had shown me a little more mercy…”

If only this world had shown me a little more mercy…I might not have become what I am today. Some would see that as a good thing. I, myself, question what 'some' know about anything.

I am not one of the thousands of weaklings scurrying about in their ant-lines of daily life. I'm the one with a stick, poking the ant hill. It's not the toddler's fault if he stomps out the insect village that's home to the biters and stingers of his ankles.

Scratch that, I'm not a toddler. I know and choose to pursue this course of life, and I'm very, very good at it.

I cause disruption, because these ants have brought up large, painful, itchy, welts on the ankles of my life. If it had only been one kid, one backwards compliment, one harder-than-needed derision, I may have brushed that ant away and moved on with my picnic. That's not how it happened though. It started with the scout and that scout brought forth whole troops of workers - not thinking for themselves, just going along with everyone who had gone before them. So now they all get squished.

Today, It's bricks. Bricks dropped from the edge of a 10 story building onto cars passing below. Onto their hoods. My goal is to disrupt, not murder, though sometimes my mind does wander to that darker side of 'what if'. What if a brick fell just a little slower than it was supposed to - squish - right into the driver's side of the windshield. Or maybe if I tossed it up instead of just dropping it, it would punch right through the thin roof panels of the cars and right into their brains. Or would it just dent their skulls? Would they be functional for a while or maybe be droolers for the rest of their existence?

Either way, dashcams don't look up, and there is no CCTV way up here, so there's no chance of anyone finding out that it's me, way up here. They'll just see a nearby construction zone, a brick, and make their own conclusions. And I'll get to watch a disintegrated ant-line that builds up traffic, makes people late to work... I guess it could prevent someone on their way to the hospital after feeling chest pains from getting through the mess, and to get checked out in time, causing them to collapse behind the wheel, gasping for help while their heard convulses and eyes bulge so that they feel more than see their consciousness slipping away with their plans for the afternoon.

But that last scenario isn't my intention, I swear. It could just happen. How would I know and why would I really care? The ants deserve to know who they bit and receive their punishment.

Maybe if the world had shown me a little more mercy...