Surprise! None of the characters in this story belong to me. Don't sue me bro!
Warning: Non-graphic murder ahead.
"Not a good idea sugar…" Jim Moriarty warned Carl Powers. Carl proceeded to hit him with the wet towel in his hand, knocking him onto the floor. He then punched Jim over and over in the back, taunting him as he held him pinned. After what seemed like hours to Jim he stopped, smiled, half-laughed, and left.
Jim pulled himself off the floor, wincing and fuming, and limped out of the locker room.
When he arrived home, he ignored his family, as he usually did, and walked directly into his room. He took out a petri dish from the bottom of the closet, and checked the label. "Rise and shine darlings." he said to the bacteria with a smile. He opened it, put a smidgen of nutrient water in, and put it in his pocket.
The next day, Jim went to the locker room early. He went to Carl's locker, successfully guessed his combination, and took out his tube of eczema medicine. "Alright darlings, time to make daddy proud!" he whispered to the dish as he scraped it and wiped it off in the tube. He began to leave, but took a look back and swiped the shoes from Carl's locker. After all, he wouldn't be needing them anymore.
Jim Moriarty took his place in the lifeguard's seat as the swim meet began. The other lifeguard, Hope, sat next to him. Hope pulled out her phone and largely ignored the meet. This is a swim meet, she reasoned. Half of the kids here are lifeguards.
Jim, however, scanned the bleachers, looking Carl's relatives. "No? That's too bad.". Hope nudged Jim and pointed to Carl's lane.
"Did you just see a hand over there?" she asked him unconcernedly.
"No. It was probably just a little wave." said Jim, feeling immensely content with himself.
A/N: This was my first fan fiction! Please leave constructive criticism so I can make better ones in the future.