centerLarry Lester: Wings of Vengeance
I don't own any of these characters or settings, so don't sue me.
centerChapter 1: Darkened Awakening
Larry walked slowly to class. Each day at Shermer High School was the same. Except today. For today, Larry Lester had something different: a loaded gun. His ass still hurt from having tape ripped off of it, and he rubbed it, consious of the cruel laughter and stares.
"You'll regret this!" he cried, and ran to homeroom, sobbinbg into his arm. On the chalkboard was written: "Larry Lester: Hairless Monkey." His vision obscured by tears, he gazed out the hall to see Brian and Andrew walk into his homeroom class together.
"Traitor..."he thought bitterly, wishing for a sweet release from this prison. Then he remembered. He had a sweet release, in the form of a sawed off shotty, concealed in his giant nerdy bookbag.
iUse mei, the gun whispered. iKill them alli.
Before he could respond, the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. Kids poured into the room, and Larry shoved the backpack under the table. iLarryi... "SHUT UP!" He yelled.
"Hey faggot, shut up yourself. I'll slap the white off of you."
Calm....calm...I can't be caught yet. I must use my powers of concentration. Soon, Andrew Clark and Brian will die. But what's this?
Andrew, who shared Larry's homeroom, was whispering to the girl next to him. The girl who used to never speak, save for a couple of squeaks every now and then. She was more preppy today.
Larry would have to remember that she was also seeming to be
friendly with Andrew. His suspicions were confirmed when they saw them kiss. iYes...another victim...i the gun whispered.
"Shut up!" Larry whispered harshly. The kid next to him gave a look.
"Dude, are you alright?" he said.
"Yeah, the heat's getting to me."
"It's December."
"SHUT UP! ALL OF THE VOICES NEED TO BE QUIET! I NEED
SCISSORS! 61!"
Suddenly, the door burst open and the school psychiatrist ran in.
"SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!" The psychiatrist yelled, and beckoned Larry to come with him.
"Never!" yelled Larry, pulling out the sawed off. He leapt onto his desk. "Die, Andrew Clark!"
"No, Larry...it was my father's fault!" Andrew tried to
scream, but only got out "No, La" before a round blew his head
through the wall, landing into the special ed classroom next door.
"Unh....my mittens are fuzzy today," said Rodney, the boy
whose lap Andy's head layed in. Then he drooled.
Everyone in the room ran, with the exception of Allison and Brian, who mourned the loss of their friend.
"We need to go. Use his body as a shield, like Mr. Smith
taught us. Don't stop to mourn!" yelled Brian. Allison did as she was told, leaving Brian alone with Larry. "Larry," said Brian. It's not what it looks like."
"Yes it is." Larry put the gun up Brians ass. "Traitor," he whispered, and pulled the trigger. Brian flew through the roof, finally levelling off at 33,000 feet.
"Now...onto the other one," said Larry.
I don't own any of these characters or settings, so don't sue me.
centerChapter 1: Darkened Awakening
Larry walked slowly to class. Each day at Shermer High School was the same. Except today. For today, Larry Lester had something different: a loaded gun. His ass still hurt from having tape ripped off of it, and he rubbed it, consious of the cruel laughter and stares.
"You'll regret this!" he cried, and ran to homeroom, sobbinbg into his arm. On the chalkboard was written: "Larry Lester: Hairless Monkey." His vision obscured by tears, he gazed out the hall to see Brian and Andrew walk into his homeroom class together.
"Traitor..."he thought bitterly, wishing for a sweet release from this prison. Then he remembered. He had a sweet release, in the form of a sawed off shotty, concealed in his giant nerdy bookbag.
iUse mei, the gun whispered. iKill them alli.
Before he could respond, the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. Kids poured into the room, and Larry shoved the backpack under the table. iLarryi... "SHUT UP!" He yelled.
"Hey faggot, shut up yourself. I'll slap the white off of you."
Calm....calm...I can't be caught yet. I must use my powers of concentration. Soon, Andrew Clark and Brian will die. But what's this?
Andrew, who shared Larry's homeroom, was whispering to the girl next to him. The girl who used to never speak, save for a couple of squeaks every now and then. She was more preppy today.
Larry would have to remember that she was also seeming to be
friendly with Andrew. His suspicions were confirmed when they saw them kiss. iYes...another victim...i the gun whispered.
"Shut up!" Larry whispered harshly. The kid next to him gave a look.
"Dude, are you alright?" he said.
"Yeah, the heat's getting to me."
"It's December."
"SHUT UP! ALL OF THE VOICES NEED TO BE QUIET! I NEED
SCISSORS! 61!"
Suddenly, the door burst open and the school psychiatrist ran in.
"SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM!" The psychiatrist yelled, and beckoned Larry to come with him.
"Never!" yelled Larry, pulling out the sawed off. He leapt onto his desk. "Die, Andrew Clark!"
"No, Larry...it was my father's fault!" Andrew tried to
scream, but only got out "No, La" before a round blew his head
through the wall, landing into the special ed classroom next door.
"Unh....my mittens are fuzzy today," said Rodney, the boy
whose lap Andy's head layed in. Then he drooled.
Everyone in the room ran, with the exception of Allison and Brian, who mourned the loss of their friend.
"We need to go. Use his body as a shield, like Mr. Smith
taught us. Don't stop to mourn!" yelled Brian. Allison did as she was told, leaving Brian alone with Larry. "Larry," said Brian. It's not what it looks like."
"Yes it is." Larry put the gun up Brians ass. "Traitor," he whispered, and pulled the trigger. Brian flew through the roof, finally levelling off at 33,000 feet.
"Now...onto the other one," said Larry.