Post by The Human Cancer on Jun 30, 2008 19:53:58 GMT -5
All they've ever done, ever since I was young, was cause me problems; whether it be verbal or physical, it was beatings and bashings anytime I left my house, hell, even sometimes at my house. Maybe it was because I'm different, not one of them; maybe it was because I didn't have money. Either way, their judgment day will see them to the gates of Heaven and Hell; and I, I am the executioner.
Ever since I was five, there was this boy who lived down the street from me... We'll call him Brad for now. Brad had the biggest house on the block, his family had the six sports cars and the vacation homes on the islands that everyone dreams about. Without fail, every day from school, Brad and his little gang would jump me; always in different spots... They had some brains, I guess I could say. Brad was a fan of his Louisville Slugger he loved to beat me when I was down with. The years passed, we grew older, and the beating and the group became larger until the day I left town. Now that I've come back, I found out that Brad had lost his parents, and they left him everything, everything he doesn't deserve. So I guess it's up to me to take it away...
I was all settled into my old house that had been abandoned when me and my family left. I wasn't registered in town or anything of the sorts, I just tore the boards off and made myself at home. According to them, I was still a thousand miles away. Little did anyone know, especially Brad, that I was in town, and right up the street. For days I planned, and fashioned my own bat out of a log left in the back yard, with a few personal adjustments. I put a descending set of nails through it; they stuck out far enough where they'd cause damage, but not kill. I picked the night; I put on the attire for my little party; black, worn jeans, black boots, and a black pullover sweatshirt. As midnight neared, I placed the hood atop my head, and went off into the night. I remembered where Brad lived, and that his windows have no alarms; I watched the security company when they did the hook-up of the new system. Slowly, I made my way up the street with bat in hand. I reached Brad's house, and checked all the downstairs windows for some sort of light, hoping he was in bed. Lucky for me, he was... Oh, how I love the element of surprise. I took the butt of the bat and bashed one of the front windows in. Carefully, I hopped through the frame and into his living room. I could see perfect in the dark; maybe because my family could never afford the electric bill. Anyhow, I creeked across the floor at a rather slow pace, so I wouldn't disturb anything, break anything, you get the idea. I made my way up the grandiose staircase that turned and wound it's way up to the second floor. I had reached the top; I looked to my left, then to my right, both ways descending into the darkness. However, to my left, a dim light showed under the door, and a muffled noise came from the room. I creeped down the hall, crouching low in the shadows as I snuck up to the door. I'll admit it now, I was a bit nervous; I took a deep breath, stood, and gave the door a swift kick that sent it off it's hinges. I walked into the room, and gazed over at Brad's bed; I was right about the light and noise emanating from the very room, although a TV it was not. It was Brad, and who appeared to be his wife, girlfriend, fiancee, whoever, having some fun of their own. Both of their eyes were wide with fear as they looked into the cold beads that were sunk far into my skull. I approached the bed, tapping the bat gently on the floor as I went. “Wh... What do you want?” Brad managed to muster out.
I gave him no reply; I only crept closer. “Look, whatever you want, take it and leave. I won't call the cops! What do you want!?” he blurted in a loud, nervous tone as I stopped at the foot of his bed. In reply, I simply smiled, and pulled the bat onto my shoulder. With my free hand, I tossed back the hood. “Remember me?” I muttered, my smile not leaving my face. “Y... You! I'm not afraid of you! I used to kick your ass all the time when we were kids!” “Ah, but your friends aren't around to save you now; it's just you, me, that filthy skank, and my bat. You remember your bat, right Brad? The one you broke my legs with?” I chuckled, watching Brad's face change from fear to anger. “Yeah, I remember, I shoulda killed you when I had the chance.” He said with an arrogant air about him, his little “friend” still cowering in the corner. I walked to Brad's side of the bed, and he scooched up into a sitting position, taking the blanket with him. “Ah, you should have, Brad. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, “If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.”, such is the rule of honor, which you have none of.” Before he could mutter a single word, I gripped the bottom of the bat tightly with my other hand, and brought it to my side. I raised it above my head, and came down with a mighty swing. The nails seemed to have done their job, leaving a tread of holes on Brad's face, and a trail of blood on the walls, his whore, and myself. He screamed in pain, which only fueled me more; I grabbed Brad's leg, and angrily brought him to the floor where he continued to squirm and beg for his life between gasping screams. I raised my bat, and hit him again, and again, and again, riddling his naked body with wounds and blood as he howled at the walls. I knelt down next to him, and placed my bat on the side of his neck.
“I guess I will be forgiven” I said with a hearty laugh, before standing. The bat still lay on his neck; and with one solid stomp of my boot, it dug into the arteries in his neck, causing blood to spray upward from the side and leak out into a puddle from the front. His gasps became shorter and more shallow, until they became no more. I stepped over him, and to the bed; I locked my eyes on the woman cowering in the corner. I climbed onto the bed, and walked over to her. She sat, cowering with the blanket to her chin, her tears making the blood run down her face. Before she could say a word, I lifted my boot, and firmly planted it on the side of her head. She rolled out of the bed unconscious, and laid sprawled on the floor. I hopped down, and knelt over her head. I knew how to finish the job...
I dug my fingers into her eye sockets in a fishhook fashion, and dragged her to the large stain glass window at the front of the room, and the house. Without a second thought, I lifted her to her feet by her eyes, and flung her out of the window just the same. As the glass broke, I crept into the frame of the window just in time to see her insides splatter through her back onto the road below. I smirked; it was the first of four I could mark off my list; revenge had just begun.
Ever since I was five, there was this boy who lived down the street from me... We'll call him Brad for now. Brad had the biggest house on the block, his family had the six sports cars and the vacation homes on the islands that everyone dreams about. Without fail, every day from school, Brad and his little gang would jump me; always in different spots... They had some brains, I guess I could say. Brad was a fan of his Louisville Slugger he loved to beat me when I was down with. The years passed, we grew older, and the beating and the group became larger until the day I left town. Now that I've come back, I found out that Brad had lost his parents, and they left him everything, everything he doesn't deserve. So I guess it's up to me to take it away...
I was all settled into my old house that had been abandoned when me and my family left. I wasn't registered in town or anything of the sorts, I just tore the boards off and made myself at home. According to them, I was still a thousand miles away. Little did anyone know, especially Brad, that I was in town, and right up the street. For days I planned, and fashioned my own bat out of a log left in the back yard, with a few personal adjustments. I put a descending set of nails through it; they stuck out far enough where they'd cause damage, but not kill. I picked the night; I put on the attire for my little party; black, worn jeans, black boots, and a black pullover sweatshirt. As midnight neared, I placed the hood atop my head, and went off into the night. I remembered where Brad lived, and that his windows have no alarms; I watched the security company when they did the hook-up of the new system. Slowly, I made my way up the street with bat in hand. I reached Brad's house, and checked all the downstairs windows for some sort of light, hoping he was in bed. Lucky for me, he was... Oh, how I love the element of surprise. I took the butt of the bat and bashed one of the front windows in. Carefully, I hopped through the frame and into his living room. I could see perfect in the dark; maybe because my family could never afford the electric bill. Anyhow, I creeked across the floor at a rather slow pace, so I wouldn't disturb anything, break anything, you get the idea. I made my way up the grandiose staircase that turned and wound it's way up to the second floor. I had reached the top; I looked to my left, then to my right, both ways descending into the darkness. However, to my left, a dim light showed under the door, and a muffled noise came from the room. I creeped down the hall, crouching low in the shadows as I snuck up to the door. I'll admit it now, I was a bit nervous; I took a deep breath, stood, and gave the door a swift kick that sent it off it's hinges. I walked into the room, and gazed over at Brad's bed; I was right about the light and noise emanating from the very room, although a TV it was not. It was Brad, and who appeared to be his wife, girlfriend, fiancee, whoever, having some fun of their own. Both of their eyes were wide with fear as they looked into the cold beads that were sunk far into my skull. I approached the bed, tapping the bat gently on the floor as I went. “Wh... What do you want?” Brad managed to muster out.
I gave him no reply; I only crept closer. “Look, whatever you want, take it and leave. I won't call the cops! What do you want!?” he blurted in a loud, nervous tone as I stopped at the foot of his bed. In reply, I simply smiled, and pulled the bat onto my shoulder. With my free hand, I tossed back the hood. “Remember me?” I muttered, my smile not leaving my face. “Y... You! I'm not afraid of you! I used to kick your ass all the time when we were kids!” “Ah, but your friends aren't around to save you now; it's just you, me, that filthy skank, and my bat. You remember your bat, right Brad? The one you broke my legs with?” I chuckled, watching Brad's face change from fear to anger. “Yeah, I remember, I shoulda killed you when I had the chance.” He said with an arrogant air about him, his little “friend” still cowering in the corner. I walked to Brad's side of the bed, and he scooched up into a sitting position, taking the blanket with him. “Ah, you should have, Brad. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, “If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.”, such is the rule of honor, which you have none of.” Before he could mutter a single word, I gripped the bottom of the bat tightly with my other hand, and brought it to my side. I raised it above my head, and came down with a mighty swing. The nails seemed to have done their job, leaving a tread of holes on Brad's face, and a trail of blood on the walls, his whore, and myself. He screamed in pain, which only fueled me more; I grabbed Brad's leg, and angrily brought him to the floor where he continued to squirm and beg for his life between gasping screams. I raised my bat, and hit him again, and again, and again, riddling his naked body with wounds and blood as he howled at the walls. I knelt down next to him, and placed my bat on the side of his neck.
“I guess I will be forgiven” I said with a hearty laugh, before standing. The bat still lay on his neck; and with one solid stomp of my boot, it dug into the arteries in his neck, causing blood to spray upward from the side and leak out into a puddle from the front. His gasps became shorter and more shallow, until they became no more. I stepped over him, and to the bed; I locked my eyes on the woman cowering in the corner. I climbed onto the bed, and walked over to her. She sat, cowering with the blanket to her chin, her tears making the blood run down her face. Before she could say a word, I lifted my boot, and firmly planted it on the side of her head. She rolled out of the bed unconscious, and laid sprawled on the floor. I hopped down, and knelt over her head. I knew how to finish the job...
I dug my fingers into her eye sockets in a fishhook fashion, and dragged her to the large stain glass window at the front of the room, and the house. Without a second thought, I lifted her to her feet by her eyes, and flung her out of the window just the same. As the glass broke, I crept into the frame of the window just in time to see her insides splatter through her back onto the road below. I smirked; it was the first of four I could mark off my list; revenge had just begun.
