Chapter 1

        I saw it on the news that night. The total number of deaths was still in question, but most agreed, it was half the school or at least two-thirds. I knew how many were dead; I was the one who did the killing. I had finally been pushed too far. But I didn’t kill like so many do mass killings; I cut them down one by one with my blade. They f*****g deserved it. 

 

        I was walking to school. It was a chilly day in November. As usual I was wearing my skinny jeans, band shirt and black jacket with the hood up. My iPod was on shuffle and the song was “Put a Sock in It” by Killwhitneydead. But still I heard their crappy top 40 radio music blaring from the pick-up. There were four of them. 

Tommy, Sam, Jason and Marc, all of them top stars on any major sport team at the high school, all of them complete a******s. They liked to f**k with me on a regular basis, just the usual stuff, knock books and papers off my desk, trip me in the halls, and steal my clothes from my gym locker. Every now and then they’d corner me on this stretch of dirt road after school and beat the crap out of me. Naturally all the teachers loved them and almost every kid at school wanted to be like them.

        I f*****g hated them. I didn’t have many friends, certainly none who would jump into a fight to help me out. I was different from everyone. I had long hair, dressed in band shirts, skinny jeans and hoodies. I listened to death metal and hardcore. I watched movies that made you think. I read (I’m not sure how many kids at my school could read at all).

        As they drove up beside me I kept my head down, hoping they would decide to ignore me since we were all late for school. They didn’t seem to care though and decided to have a little fun with me.

        “Hey freak!” Marc yelled out to me. “Want a ride freak?”

        I didn’t say anything.

        “I don’t think he heard you,” Tommy said behind the wheel.

        “Oh he heard him,” Jason said. “Hey dipshit, you answer when we say something to you.”

        “F**k you,” I said in a clear voice.

        “F**k us?” said Jason.

        “Did I stutter a*****e?”

        Tommy slowed the truck down. Maybe they were surprised I had answered at all, I don’t know, but they didn’t like it. The next thing I knew their truck was right behind me, riding my a*s. I just picked up my pace a little but they did it again. I turned slightly and flipped them off. When I saw Tommy’s face, I knew I was in deep s**t. Tommy was mad as hell, I don’t think anyone had ever spoken to him or his friends the way I just had, and he certainly wasn’t going to let a little punk like me get away with it.

        Sam stuck his head out the window and shouted at me, “You’re f*****g dead Sikow!”

        That’s when I ran like a bat out of hell. The only problem with that was, I was on two legs that were not used to exercise in anyway and they were four pissed off rednecks in a four-wheel drive truck. I don’t know if they meant to do it or not and at this point I doubt I will ever care, but a few seconds after I started running, I was flying through the air. They hit me with the truck.

        I was laying face down in the dirt. I think I had some weird out of body experience at this point. I knew I wasn’t dead cause I could see myself breathing down below, also I did not s**t my pants. Luckily I hadn’t pissed myself either, though I admit I had come quite close. As I looked on at the scene I saw the four of them approach me with looks of shock and horror on their face, as if they had no idea that a f*****g pick up truck hitting a human would end up with the person half dead. Then again they were probably that stupid.

        “Oh my God, he’s dead,” Marc said quietly. “He’s f*****g dead, Tommy!”

        “Shut the f**k up, Marc, you think I can’t see that?”

        Jason had his mouth cover with his hand, “I think I’m gonna puke.” Then he did.

        “What are we going to do about the body?” Sam asked quietly, more to Tommy than the other two.

        “What the f**k are you talking about, ‘Do with the body’?’” said Jason wiping his mouth. “We can’t just dump him off somewhere.”

        “That’s exactly what we’re going to have to do,” Tommy said. His eyes were stone cold. He had no remorse for what he had done. I knew then and there, he had to die. Of course I wanted revenge but at the same time, this guy was a monster and would do this thing again. He would grow up, marry a gorgeous girl, have a few kids and he’d get drunk and beat on all of them. Sam was the same way, but I could also see the fear in his eyes. With Tommy there was a no regret that would mean he could go on hurting people and not give a s**t. But Sam, he had the look of fear in his eyes of getting caught, he’d most likely do some of the same things Tommy would, but he’d become a paranoid mess.

        He still had to die though. They all had to. I had no illusions about sparing any of them from the fate I decided they deserved. They all had won their deaths from my hand ten times over all ready. Before now though, I don’t think I had ever seriously considered it. Now though, I had no doubts. Then I felt myself being pulled back towards my body. But I wasn’t waking up, just back in my body unconscious. I knew when I did awake, they were going to die, and all that got in my way.

 

        I awoke to darkness. Those b******s had buried me. I could feel the soil sifting around me as I stirred from my sleep. What they didn’t know was that I always carried my family’s ancient dagger with me. No one knew I had it, no even my own family. I had found the dagger in my grandparents’ attic after they had died and decided to keep it for myself. I always kept it in a secret pocket in my jacket. Struggling, I eventually pulled it out and started digging myself out of my makeshift grave.

        They hadn’t done a very good job at burying me, I was only a couple of feet underground, so it didn’t take me long to free myself. Once I was out I marveled at the beauty of my dagger. The blade was about six inches long and double bladed, the hilt held a ruby inside it that always gleamed and the pommel was made of a sterling silver. I knew this dagger was ancient and had been in my family for many generations, perhaps even before the time of Christ. The blade held some kind of ancient magic inside of it, I had discovered this when I accidentally cut myself on it one time. My blood was absorbed into the blade, giving it a red gleam.

        It wasn’t just human blood, it was all blood. I had cut everything. Animals, insects, all the blood was absorbed into the blade. At first I would just cut the animals but they’d always seem so drained afterwards that I would flat out kill them. Funny. They say that’s the first sign of a serial killer.

        Now it was time to go for the kill. I slowly started walking to school, down a winding path that most people would never notice but for those that grew up in these parts, it’s just common knowledge. Thinking back on my life so far, I realized that all the crap I had gone through in my life had not started in high school or middle school but before that. I think it had something to do with my name. For some reason it always made people a bit uncomfortable. Johnny Sikow. Sikow pronounced as ‘psycho’ but it’s often mispronounced as ‘sick-o.’ Either way, it didn’t sit well with most people so I was constantly picked on by other kids and on occasion even teachers. Sometimes people would call me psycho, but were calling me it, not pronouncing my name correctly. 

        My parents were always neglectful, my father usually with a beer in his hand and my mother on some kind of antidepressant. My grandfather had been the only family I could rely on. He taught me how to hunt and how to kill with nothing but my hand and a knife. Unfortunately he died when I was ten.

        I looked up and saw my school, my place of torment. Down there were four human beings that I was going to kill, and any who tried to stop me. I decided to go to the front office and get a tardy slip, no need to cause suspicion. I grabbed my slip from the secretary and went to my English class. It looked like Jason would be the first to die. Walking into the classroom, I realized I was still covered in dirt. Mr. Johnson, my English teacher asked if I had a tardy slip and I handed it to him. Jason was staring at me his eyes huge and his mouth open wide

        “Hope you’re not planning to puke again Jason,” I said with a smile. Then yet again, Jason puked.

        “What’s going on John?” Mr. Johnson asked.

        “Taking my revenge,” I said as I flicked my wrist and drew out my dagger I had hidden in my sleeve.

        Everyone gasped and some girls even screamed. I put my iPod on shuffle and got Killwhitneydead again, “There’s No Point in Doing it if You Don’t Look Good.” I charged at Jason with my dagger and grabbed him by the shirt, twisted it around behind him and wrapped my arm around his neck.

        “I’m going to kill you Jason, you thought I was dead, you were f*****g wrong.” Then I cut his throat. Everyone screamed then. A couple of people tried to rush me but somehow I had been changed from when I came back to my body. They didn’t stand a chance. The first, I stabbed straightforward and got him right in the heart. I pulled out, dropped down quickly and cut the Achilles heel of the other one, then stabbed him in the heart as well. I don’t know who they were. They had become nameless faces to me. They weren’t who I wanted to kill but they wanted to stop me. I couldn’t let that happen.

        A laugh broke out. I turned and saw one of my associates, Zak, laughing his a*s off. He was one of those people I shared a table with at lunch, he was like me, a freak. I wouldn’t call him a friend, just someone who appeared as a friend at school. We never talked much, just glared at the world together.

        “Something funny?” I asked. 

        “You finally cracked,” he said. “I won the pool.” We had a pool going among the freaks as to who among us would crack first and just start killing people or ourselves. Zak had money on me going crazy and killing people. I smiled at this. Then I cut his throat. He’d have killed himself eventually. He was a serious cutter, almost on a daily basis. At least he died with a smile on his face, I thought.

        I looked around the classroom. Shocked faces surrounded me. Tears were streaming down from shaking bodies. They’d never seen such carnage. I think it’s the same with every mass murder, you see and hear about these things on the news and you think that could never happen to me. When it does happen, you never really know what to think. These poor people would forever be haunted with my actions here today. I felt a little bad about that, but I had work to do.

        Leaving the room I went in search of my prey. Security guards were making their way down the hallway. The screaming must have caught some attention. Funny, I didn’t even hear the screams. I threw my dagger at one and caught him in neck. I ran quickly, faster then they expected and finished him off. The other guard pulled out his gun, and I broke his arm in two places and slit his throat. Then I spotted Marc as some of the stupid students gathered around the class room doors, looking out to see what was going on. Marc had the same look on his face as Jason.

        I rushed the classroom door and broke threw the glass window, rolling and landing in a crouch. Marc had backed away from the door when he saw me coming. I picked up a couple of long shards of the glass and threw them at him. He dodged one that landed right between the eyes of a poor girl that was behind him. The other caught him in his left eye. Marc screamed in pain, clutching at his eye. I moved to his left side. His blind side. I toyed with him a little, not like Jason. Jason hadn’t always been a dick but when he hit puberty he had to prove something and I was as good a target as any. Marc had been one of those kids who picked on me when I was little. I was going to cut the f****r to ribbons.

        I cut his left arm then his leg. I stabbed his foot and enjoyed his scream of pain.

        “You know what you’re problem is Marc?” I asked him, circling him while he sobbed over his eye and his foot. “You’re a dick. Jason was a follower, he died quick because all he did was follow in the ways of you’re a*****e friends. You, you’ve been a dick for as long as I can remember, and you fell in with just the right crowd that would put up with your dick ways. So I’m going to kill you now and rid the world of your filth. Sam and Tommy will be next. You’re all a f*****g waste of life.” I cut him ear to ear.

        “M**********r,” I heard from the door. Looking up I saw Tommy and Sam standing in the doorway with baseball bats in their hands. They were dressed in their gym clothes. I assumed word had spread around school that I was going around cutting people. They probably freaked the f**k out and came running, armed of course. 

        “Silly cods,” I said in a thick Scottish accent, “they bring baseball bats to a knife fight.”

        Smiling we circled each other, they were breathing heavy, most likely from both anticipation and from the fact that they had coming running like bats out of hell from the baseball diamond. Tossing my dagger from hand to hand, watching their eyes follow the blood stained blade from my peripherals. Outside I could hear the sirens of police cars, EMS, and the fire department. Good, I thought, they’ll all be needed here today.

        “Did you like when I cut Marc up?” I asked slowly. “Did you like seeing your friend’s life leave his eyes? It’s okay if you did. It’s just one more reason why you two need to die today. You see there’s this theory about nature versus nurture. They both pose different reasons as to why people do evil things. I fall into the nurture category. I wasn’t born an evil person, I never thought I could commit such unspeakable crimes, but I was driven to this. You drove me to this. The vile treatment I have received by my fellow human beings has shaped me into a vessel of evil. Look upon me, you b******s! These blood stained hands are yours as much as mine.

        “You two, on the other hand fall into the category of nature. You were born evil. Look at your lives up to their final moments, which are now. Look at all the pain and suffering you have unleashed upon the world. You have hurt those who have done nothing to you just for the thrill of it. Let’s take me for example. What have I done to you to treat me the way you have? Nothing! What have any of the people you’ve hurt ever done to you? Not a f*****g thing! You are pure evil. And you will pay for your sins with blood. I am your judge, jury and motherfucking executioner! Now then, shall we dance?”

        With that I lunged at them. They twisted and swung their bats at me. I ducked and slashed, but they were able to swivel out of the way. I smiled at them, crouched low. They would actually put up a fight, unlike their friends. I feigned a jab at Tommy and pivoted at the last minute and cut Sam’s forearm. Sam screamed in agony as my dagger dug into his arm deep. He dropped his bat and clung at his arm. Behind me Tommy tried to take advantage of my focus on Sam and swung over head with is bat. I moved to the left at the last moment and Tommy’s blow fell fully onto Sam’s left shoulder.

        Again Sam screamed in pain and started writhing on the floor, convulsing. I looked at Sam with disgust as he sobbed and screamed. Then I noticed that Tommy was on his way out of the room. I bent down and stabbed Sam in the jugular. Standing up, I ran after Tommy. People either moved out of our way as we ran down the halls or tried to block me. I killed them mindlessly. My prey was right in front of me. The hunted was now the hunter.

        I finally caught up with Tommy outside the art classrooms. Futilely I tried stabbing him in the back but he was able to dodge out of the way. Then he made a mistake, he ran right into the yearbook darkroom and I was right behind him. There was no where to go here, surrounded by developing photographs. I turned off the light to give the eerie red glow to the room. 

        “Imagine Tommy, this is where they’ll find your lifeless body when I’m done. Your lifeless corpse will end up posted on the internet somewhere, there will be footage of the horrors I’ve committed on the news for weeks and then in any case about mass murders. We’re going to go down into the annals of history.”

        “You’re f*****g psycho man! You’ll never get away with this!”

        “Well Tommy, that’s where you’re wrong, I’m going to get away with this. See I have no intention of being labeled a mass murderer. Those people are weak and either kills themselves or end up being killed in the eventual shoot out with the police. The difference here is that I had a purpose when I walked into that classroom and killed Jason. Hell I knew what I was going to do from the time I escaped that s**t makeshift grave you boys dumped me in, and that was to kill all you f***s. The others were fools who tried to stop me and they paid for that mistake. But now you’re mine and I will kill you.”

        Then I stabbed him in the stomach and he screamed. To me his screams were like angels singing. I stabbed him five times in the stomach. His guts were strewn all over the floor. Then I put away my dagger, grabbed his head by the sides and placed my thumbs over his eyes. Strongly I dug my thumbs deep into his eyes until he was blind. I left him there dying. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a quick death. He would suffer until the sweet release of death took him.

        Before I left the school, I set it on fire. Most of the students and staff were able to escape. Some were not so fortunate.

 

        Staring at my reflection later in a cheap motel’s bathroom mirror, I knew I would never wear an honest smile on my face again. I had cut my hair into a Mohawk, similar to Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver. Thirty-seven people died at the school, Jason, Marc, Sam and Tommy included. They say that stabbing murders are usually committed by someone the victim knew. I was going to prove the experts wrong on that. I was now totally committed to killing people. I was born again as an evil creature when I awoke in that grave of dirt and I would fulfill my duty as a creature of the night. I was going to kill A LOT of people, that much was certain.

I just had no idea of the pain I would suffer myself at this. But that’s a different story.

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[Stalker]

Well kind of emo/ revenge of the nerds on steriods. Sounds like someone was mad when the wrote it, there for for writing how you
feel so efficently then i say it was great. Also kinda diffrent. =)