[ WP ] A serial killer uses a vending machine to buy a personalized coke bottle to select his victim . One day , he gets a bottle with an unexpected name .

`` Yo Frank, I'm gon na grab a paper, you want a Pepsi or something?'' 
 `` Nah, I'll get a Coke from the machine.'' 
 `` You and your Coke, try something new for a change man, live a little.'' 
 `` Hey, why do n't you just shut the fuck up and mind your own damn business, alright?'' 
 `` Jeez dude, relax.'' 
 
 It was n't about the Coke. Hell I hate Coke, it's just Pepsi with some of the sugar replaced with battery acid. But despite the burning I drink one every week, because I have to. I have a job to do, and if I do n't, well, who knows what might happen. I do n't know who, or why, or even how, and I do n't care. I'm terrified enough to not ask any questions either, not that I would know how if I wanted to. They're everywhere so I could probably just mumble and they would sense my doubt. Maybe they could sense it right now. Oh no. Stop. Do n't think. Just go. Just go get the Coke, and act natural, they have no idea. Haha, that's right, everything is hunky dory, no problem here. 
 
 `` Ah wonderful, let's just get a Coke then, shall we?'' 
 
 Shit. That was stupid. To obvious. Just get the Coke and leave. Just get the Coke and leave. As I put my quarters in, I get anxious as always. Hell, I'm always anxious, do n't judge me, fuck you. I think about all the names before, and look forward to the next. They were always fancier names, ones you would n't expect, such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter, but all of them sensible everyday names. They were, of course, names I rarely ever remember hearing, and that always made me even more anxious. Rarely, if ever, had I heard a name, but once I saw the bottle I knew I was destined to. I do n't know how any of it worked, I just tried to do what I was supposed to, because I was supposed to. 
 
 As I look intently at the bottle my stomach drops. This ca n't be right. I buy another bottle, even though I know I should n't. A loud screeching bang comes from the machine but nothing comes out. I try again. Now it's sold out. The machine grinds some more and finally turns off. This was n't a mistake. This was the name I was supposed to get. And just like that I hear it shouted. It's a middle aged woman, shouting it to get somebody's attention. 
 
 `` Yes? ``, a man inquires. 
 `` Oh sorry, that's also my son's name,'' she responds. 
 
 The child campers up, and the man turns away. What do I do? Who do I kill? Both? or one of the million other? Hell, that's got ta be the most common male name in the country, this does n't make any sense. It's always been so obvious. So easy. I have to do something. I kill every week and I always leave a bottle. I ca n't change now. They say a sniper without a sniper COM is just a guy with a gun, well a serial killer without an M.O. is just a guy with mental issues. There's something I should do, a right answer. But what? 
 
 Fuck it, we're escalating. Not deviating, just scaling up. I'll just kill them both. Yeah, that's it, that's what I'm supposed to do. No. I've never been assigned a kid before, it has to be the man. No. All my previous victims were as unique as their names, it has to be something different each time, I have to kill the kid. No wait, this name is n't unique so the victim should n't be unique. Right? I do n't fucking know! It's too late, they're gone. I wasted my time thinking, that never pays off. Stupid, stupid, stupid. No! Wait! There they are! Haha, they're back together. They do n't even know each other, but have stayed that close for 5 minutes, that does n't make any sense. What, they just happen to be going the same direction at the same speed? No, that's preposterous. It must be fate. Yeah, that's it, fate. I must do it, do them both, now. 
 
 And so I go. I kill the child and the man, and make my escape. Same as always, just a quick shot to the head, drop the bottle, and run. I do n't know what I'll have to do next week, I'll get the bottle of course and hopefully it will be clear, this was the worst thing I've ever felt, I hate not knowing what to do. I just hope it wo n't be another Bort.
