by I'm Not Mister Mxypltk
A long-haired, twenty-something man dressed in nothing but a hospital robe walked along the streets of Chicago. A bright light came out of his eyes, leaving a trail of sparkles behind him as he walked, and a wide smile filled his face. A weird, instrumental music followed him everywhere.
He gently smiled to all the people in the street who looked at him. A large coat in a store caught his attention. As he started putting it on, a fat woman walked up to him and started saying words he did not care about. He kissed her in the forehead, causing her to stop talking, and walked away.
Following him was a man in a black suit. He spoke into a small microphone in his jacket. "He seems pretty quiet. I think I should take him now... Okay, copy."
The man in the suit then walked to the happy man and spoke to him. "Excuse me, mister... could you please come with me?" he said as he grabbed his arm.
The people around him started whispering, saying things like, "They wanna take him to a nuthouse," and, "He ain't harming nobody here," and, "Damn fascists."
The happy man looked at the suited man in the eyes, and, always smiling, said in a soft voice, "How did you know my name?"
"Uh...?"
"You called me 'Mister'... is that one of my names?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, mis... uh, sir, I'm afraid you are gonna have to come with me."
The music stopped. The happy man stayed still for a while. Then he started talking again. "You," he said, lifting his left arm, "should be converted into... a cow." Then he moved his hand, and the man in the suit was changed into a cow in a suit.
The people around him started clapping, like one would clap at a regular magician when he impressed a crowd. The music started again as he walked away.
On the other side of Chicago, a man walked down the street dressed in a black T-shirt and black pants. (He used to wear a white hospital robe, but he did not like that color, so he tore the clothes he now wore from another person.) Darkness came out of his eyes, leaving a weird grayness in the air in his way. His hair was short and cut badly. (His hair used to be longer, but he did not like it, so he shortened it with incredible patience, using his hands.) His face had a grim expression he tried to keep all the time.
A woman looked at him. She came near him and said, "Karl? Karl, is that you? How are you doing? I like that new look. How is your mom? She told me you were in the hospital. What happened? Are you okay? They let you out already? What happened to your eyes? I have some drops somewhere that work really--"
SPLURT!
He calmly cleaned the blood of the woman's head from his face. The people around him were in shock. Before any of them could start screaming, he started blowing up their heads, one by one. He began walking. With every step he took, one head exploded. Some people tried to run, but they could not escape.
As eyes, brains and blood flew away, the man made a small smile. As soon as he noticed this, he harshly grabbed his own mouth and started squeezing it, causing it to bleed. "I am K'tl," he said. "I must not smile."
A man in a black suit who had been following him since he escaped from the hospital observed him, horrified.
"I am K'tl."