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"The Cruelty of Humanity"

 I took one final sip of my coffee. It was still hot. I hadn't given it much time to cool down. But from the situation unfolding, I knew I had to get out of the coffee shop quickly.

It was 10 in the morning and someone had wandered in and started to pick a fight with the lady behind the counter for spelling her name incorrectly. It looked like the lady behind the counter had grabbed another cup and rewrote the obnoxious woman's name. The woman was still disgruntled. This wasn't the thing that set me off though. It wasn't until she pointed out a tattoo on the cashier's arm that was hidden beneath her work shirt sleeve. It was a rainbow flag.

The woman began to get vicious. Calling her names and saying that her life choices were going to be the end of her. She was loud and threatening and wouldn't just let the poor worker exist. The poor lady was on the verge of tears. You could see from the look in her eyes that she was holding them back as hard as she could. I saw someone try to step in and calm the vicious woman down, but she'd shoo them to the side, not even giving them the chance to speak.

My heart couldn't take it. How can humanity be so cruel, simply over a small thing that doesn't even effect anyone around them. Why is it so dangerous to love someone that you are attracted to? When did the world turn so cold?

I started to get up and head out the door, but the woman called me out with her booming voice and told me to sit down, for a lack of better terms. I didn't want to fight her on this, so i obliged.

"Smart choice," she said coldly before turning her attention back to the cashier, who was now making the woman's drink. "Unfortunately for you, you made the wrong choice a long time ago."

I saw her pull something out of her coat pocket. It was hard to make out what it was, but she now had her arm extended out as if she was holding a gun. My fears were further confirmed when I hear gasps ring out through the shop.

Before anyone could respond, there was a loud bang before the lady behind the counter toppled to the ground, blood splattered on the wall behind her. This crazy woman had killed her!

Screams of pure terror rang out all over the shop as people began to scramble toward the door. I joined them, hoping to get mixed up in the crowd. I didn't want to be her next victim.

***

Later on in the day, I was still reliving that scene again in my head. The woman's words were so cold and so uncaring. People make mistakes. Spelling someone's name wrong on a cup is no reason to get violent. And especially it being no reason to get violent over the life choice of someone you don't even know. It'd be one thing if they were secretly a serial killer or someone who forces themselves upon someone else in an explicit manner. But over the choice of who they fall in love with? Over something that effects literally nobody else but that one person who's choice it is? It boils my blood to think the world could be so unforgiving.

Thankfully, the cruel ones are going to get theirs before too long. They think they serve a god who will love them for taking the life of someone they simply don't agree with, or belittling someone and shunning them for a simple choice? There is no god if this is the case. And if there is, he sees the world far differently than the way we see ours.

I grabbed the axe from my garage and began walking back to that coffee shop. Thankfully, the woman was still there. Did she have hostages now? Even better. What better time than for a hero to show themselves and stop the true villains of the world?

I walked in the store and she immediately aimed the gun at me, her hands shaking. I feared nothing. I was confident. I raised my axe and swung.

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