Going out with a bang

New year's eve. "Wow another year gone but,this one this one if gonna go out with a bang." He thought laughing to himself. "Go out with a bang. Ha if only they knew." Setting his mind back to work mode he meticulously grabs wires making sure each one is absolutely correct. There were thousands of wires like an endless sea of reds,blues and greens all across the parking lot of what soon would be the biggest new years party of the century. Hours later once he finished rechecking the wires for what must be the millionth time he signals to the construction crew. Immediately they get to work building the stage, booths, and many other things he has no idea what they are. Laughing as he walks away he thinks "me a fireworks expert I guess you could say that. I'd like to think I'm more a human fireworksfirework expert." If only the ground crew knew. If only the people who hired him knew. Hell if anyone knew who they had hired was a terrorist maybe, just maybe they could have stopped this. As that endless sea of wires starts to disappear underneath the ground crews work not a single one stops to question why so many wires are needed for a firework display. They have no clue that what they are working just feet above what will soon be the scene of one of the biggest terrorist attacks London has ever seen. 

Flashback 26 years to when he was just a child. All of 10 years old. Back to the day when he realized just how much he despised London. With all it's rich families and tourists, you'dtourists you'd think a small child could get some spare change or even a dollar. You'd think wrong. Nobody wants to help the boy whosewho's father went to jail for killing his mother and younger brother in what police say was the sickest and most cruel thing they had ever seen. He had watched it all happen. He was powerless. He was no match for histo his father. All he could do was watch in horror as his father grotesquely disfigured the rest of his family. His father being one of the top in the medical field knew how to take them right to the brink of death. Just to turn around a revive them for another round. It started off as most family meals did. Mom cooked while kids set the table. Nothing unusual well, not yet. The family had just finished setting the food on the table and wereand, were waiting on their father to get home from work to start eating. However on this night when he came in his usually spotless suit was covered in blood. Thinking he was hurt they rushed to his side unknowingly walking right into his plan. Before they even had a chance he pulls out a rag covered in chloroform and, one by one the small family goes down. When they come to they realize that this. Whatever this was, itwas it was the end. He started by cutting off chunks of skin not going deep enough to kill but, enough to remove the skin from the body. The small boy who stood on the outside of that window looking in on this would never be the same. He had stayed after school for football practice. Only to come home to a locked door. Knowing something wasn't right he went to the kitchen window to look in and that'sand, that's when he saw his father cutting his family into small pieces. It started as removing their skin. One small piece at a time. Then he moved to cutting off fingers and toes. As they started to die or he could no longer feel their pulse he started hacking their bodies into small bits. Was that boy upset over losing his father not one bit. Was he upset about the rest of his family very much so. Knowing his father was going to die in jail was the best news of his life. His father always had a mean streak. If he struggled in school or happened to say the wrong thing he would get beat. His father would sometimes beat him till that boy could no longer feel anything. On nights when this didn't suffice he would rape him. Over and over again till that boy felt nothing but pain. Nobody would listen to him. Nobody believed that a man so dedicated to doing good could be so evil. Till that night. The night that young boy outside took off running into the night. The night he lost everything. To the rest of the world he is just another missing person.He had tried to go back to school with a new name, butname but, a child couldn't enroll himself in school. After trying nearly 15 schools he gave up. He just accepted that this was his life now. Living on the streets. Dumpster diving for scrap food. Begging on the corner for anything. People were so cold to him. They would throw things at him. Call him horrible things. Beat him, drug him, and steal from him. He started to grow to hate the city and the awful people in it. That's when he first got the idea of seeking revenge. 

Flash forward to 10 years after. He's now 20 and working odd hours at odd jobs to stay alive. He lives in a terrible place but, it's a roof over his head. He knew it was better than nothing. He had lived on the streets begging for change or food till he was old enough to get a job. Now he works himself to death almost daily just to break even. On many nights he wonders  " why wasn't it me at home that night? Why couldn't I just die with the rest of my family? Why am I even alive?" As he ponders over these questions an idea. A dark demented idea comes to life in his mind. His revenge on this city. 

Back to reality as his dark demented idea starts to come to life around him he thinks " this is what you awful people deserve. This is what happens when you treat others like shit. Hope your ready to go out with a bang because what I've got is gonna kill you all." Laughing he thinks "this was so easy. The internet has everything. Ha who would think building a bomb of this size would be so easy." As the finishing touches of the stage are being added he begins to mentally prepare himself for death. He plans to be in the crowd when he sets off the bomb. He wants this attack to be one without a named attacker. He wants this because the city made him nameless. Made him feel worthless and helpless. This is what he wants them to feel. There's nothing that can be done now. In just a few short hours people will start to arrive. The bands are already doing sound check. As the vendors start getting food ready and the bands do a final sound check he checks his wiring one last time. He had faked knowing fireworks to get this job it had taken him months. That day he got the call that he was hired was the best day of his shitty life. He knew the second he got off the phone what he had to do. He spent the weeks before studying how to build bombs. He had even tested a few although nobody knew that. Once he knew he had it down he made what he called his revenge. This bomb was big enough to kill thousands and what better time than the day everyone would be here. Than the day that started his hate all those years ago. It was to perfect. He almost shed a tear at how beautifully his plan had come together. All he had to do now was wait. Waiting was always the hard part, butpart but, he knew that this night was going to be well worth it. As the last of the night's crowd strolled in he started to get excited. This party was the biggest of the century. He had never seen so many people in one place. This thought excited him this was predicted to be the best turn out they had in years. It was definitely true. At 11:40 he went back and checked his wires one last time. Knowing the process would take him exactly 19 minutes. As he finished his final check and blended back into the crowd they started the final countdown. 5…..4…..3…..2…..1…..