We're All Dead Now!
A Taste of His Own Medicine
It was Friday, yet again. Two weeks from when I made my best decision ever. School had just let out, and I was happy as ever to be out of that hell hole. I spied the school’s most popular, dumbest guy. He was quarterback of our football team, the Belleville Buccaneers. What a stupid name for a football team. Maybe he would be a nice target. We couldn’t just get rid of him in minuets... oh, no. For him, I want to drag it out as long as possible, just like he has with my daily torture. Looks like he’s following me home, yet again.
“Hey, freak! Where are your little friends this time? Did they abandon you too? I should’ve guessed! No one likes you, and now, no one can defend you!” He said, grabbing my shoulder and swinging me around to face him. His breath smelled like mint gum. I hated mint gum. His fist collided with my face, I was knocked to the ground. Looks like I’ll be going home with a black eye, again. He ran away, back to his slut of a girlfriend. A small child walked up to me. He looked to be 10, maybe 11 years old.
“Have you seen my mommy? She didn’t come home last night...” He said, handing me a flyer. I looked at the paper to see Mrs. Fredrick’s face. He must’ve been one of her kids.
“Sorry little boy, but I haven’t seen her. I’ll keep an eye out, okay?” I replied, trying to hide my smile beneath a look of normal worry and concern. He nodded enthusiastically before running back to a man I assumed was his dad. Oh, children. So full of untrue hopes, untrue dreams. I smiled sinisterly. That kid was never going to see HER again. Alive, anyway. Now, to finish my report on water torture...
“I’m sure she wouldn’t miss a few of these...” I said, grabbing some bamboo shoots from my neighbor’s yard. She always seemed to have some... and besides, I needed them. It was time to act on a form of torture I had done some research on. Bamboo water torture. I guess you’ll find out what that is soon enough, my dear. That stupid jock, Alex, was going to get it, tonight. He always walked by my favorite house, right before going to his girlfriend’s. I over heard them talking about going on a date tonight at 8:00 pm. It was already 7:45. I’d have to hurry if I was going to meet Gerard and Frank. I ran to the house, bamboo shoots and several water bottles in the death bag. It’s going to be a fun night.
“Hey, Alex.” I called from my dead end block. He looked down the dark street, searching for a sign of where the voice came from.
“Alex, come here, Alex.”
“Who’s there?” He yelled into the darkness. I saw Frank and Gerard approaching him from behind. Separated, they couldn’t do anything to him, but together, they could easily take him down.
“It’s me, Alex. Come closer.” I said, giggling a bit. It obviously worked. He stepped into the dark dead end. A little bit closer and he would be where we needed him to be. Almost... a little bit closer... there. Close enough. Frank and Gerard pounced on him, tackling him to the ground. He tried to scream, but duct tape covered his mouth before he could manage. His muffled cries were impossible to be heard. Perfect. Now, we just had to drag him into the house, which might be hard, considering the amount he was struggling. Gerard smashed Alex’s head against the street, knocking him unconscious.
“Goodnight, Alex.” I said, just before his eyes closed. This would be fun... oh, so fun.
“Hey, freak! Where are your little friends this time? Did they abandon you too? I should’ve guessed! No one likes you, and now, no one can defend you!” He said, grabbing my shoulder and swinging me around to face him. His breath smelled like mint gum. I hated mint gum. His fist collided with my face, I was knocked to the ground. Looks like I’ll be going home with a black eye, again. He ran away, back to his slut of a girlfriend. A small child walked up to me. He looked to be 10, maybe 11 years old.
“Have you seen my mommy? She didn’t come home last night...” He said, handing me a flyer. I looked at the paper to see Mrs. Fredrick’s face. He must’ve been one of her kids.
“Sorry little boy, but I haven’t seen her. I’ll keep an eye out, okay?” I replied, trying to hide my smile beneath a look of normal worry and concern. He nodded enthusiastically before running back to a man I assumed was his dad. Oh, children. So full of untrue hopes, untrue dreams. I smiled sinisterly. That kid was never going to see HER again. Alive, anyway. Now, to finish my report on water torture...
“I’m sure she wouldn’t miss a few of these...” I said, grabbing some bamboo shoots from my neighbor’s yard. She always seemed to have some... and besides, I needed them. It was time to act on a form of torture I had done some research on. Bamboo water torture. I guess you’ll find out what that is soon enough, my dear. That stupid jock, Alex, was going to get it, tonight. He always walked by my favorite house, right before going to his girlfriend’s. I over heard them talking about going on a date tonight at 8:00 pm. It was already 7:45. I’d have to hurry if I was going to meet Gerard and Frank. I ran to the house, bamboo shoots and several water bottles in the death bag. It’s going to be a fun night.
“Hey, Alex.” I called from my dead end block. He looked down the dark street, searching for a sign of where the voice came from.
“Alex, come here, Alex.”
“Who’s there?” He yelled into the darkness. I saw Frank and Gerard approaching him from behind. Separated, they couldn’t do anything to him, but together, they could easily take him down.
“It’s me, Alex. Come closer.” I said, giggling a bit. It obviously worked. He stepped into the dark dead end. A little bit closer and he would be where we needed him to be. Almost... a little bit closer... there. Close enough. Frank and Gerard pounced on him, tackling him to the ground. He tried to scream, but duct tape covered his mouth before he could manage. His muffled cries were impossible to be heard. Perfect. Now, we just had to drag him into the house, which might be hard, considering the amount he was struggling. Gerard smashed Alex’s head against the street, knocking him unconscious.
“Goodnight, Alex.” I said, just before his eyes closed. This would be fun... oh, so fun.
7/30/13