Killer
Klub
Through our Brothers do we cleanse our lives of the evils those pollute them….
"Get up you little shit!". "I would, but some fatass keeps kicking me in the ribs". Another heavy blow lands on the same goddamn rib, man I hate this guy. Hey I'm James Yeager and the guy kicking my ass up and down this locker room is Brett Wiles, the school's top asshole. Everyday he and the "Terror Twins" roam the halls and take what they want from those like me, the weak and weird. Most of us just hand over whatever they ask for, whether it be your money, shoes, and pants even. Then you have me, the one dumbass to actually fight back every goddamn time. I spend more time in the nurses office then in class due to the multiple fractures and cuts, but I honestly like it there better. The school Nurse Mrs. Watson is a beautiful middle age brunette with a huge rack, almost like something out of a brazzers video. She's always kind and she constant titillates me with her face to boobs hugs. You would think that with my constant trips to the infirmary there would be some action taken against Brett, but like some bad written drama, his dad is our beloved principal. So the proud institution of Orville Wright Preparatory Junior High has become Brett's personal empire.
There is one silver lining in my day, and thats Mr. O'neagers "Mega Arcade". This is a place where those like me can come and enjoy ourselves without the threat of Brett type assholes. The staple of this sanctuary is the jolly fat man himself, Mr. O'neager. His passion for electronics and everything socially suicidal has created an arcade that contains original pac-man machines to the newest in 3D innovations. The real saint lies in his gold trimmed "No Bullying" standard posted above the front door. Mr. O'neager went through what we did during school, so he is a beacon of hope to make it in this ignorant world. Everyday after school I limp there and play the same game every day, " Bloody Origins". It's a game where you can customise your killer and take out the target as you see fit and build your reputation as a serial killer. What I like about this game is how you can choose any target from a business or household. So you can choose to murder the cheating wife instead of the cliche drug dealer or terrorist. I never really see anyone else play this game, but there are other profiles saved in the system. I have the highest murder rating, but I've taken a look at the other created characters and I am oddly pleased to see the different kind of ways people have come up to kill. I never met any of the people until last saturday, thats when I started a bloody chain of bad-assness.
"Hey! what are you doing on my game"? James slams on the pause button of the game. The small pale boy nervously looks up and grabs his phone, "If you don't stop, Ill call Mr. O'neager and have you arrested"! Not many people have the old mans personal number, so James knew to back off. The boy turned back to the game and continued playing. James stayed to watched, but the boy didn't seem to even noticed he was still there. James recognized the boys avatar as "MisMatch", the killer whose dismembers his victims and then switches certain body parts with those of their friends or family. "So, you're the [MisMatch] killer huh, why the switchin of the arms and legs"? " I feel that it'll be fun for a cop to have to figure whoa dick goes where, like a good Jigsaw puzzle". The same creepy face James gets while playing was now large and bright on the kids face. "Whats your name, and do you go to Orville"? " I'm Thomas, and yes I am a second year student and the sole proprietor or the all the puzzles in the nurses office". "Oh yeah, I love doing those while waiting for Mrs. Watson". "You actually do my puzzles…. I usually just get the pieces shoved "up" if you know what I mean". "Your a second year like me so it must be by Brett and the Lewis twins"? " Of, course, they are the mortal enemy for people like us, If only I could mismatch their corpses like I can on here. James stopped and the smile that only came while playing was now bigger than ever. " We can Thomas, we can kill them like we do on here…..we can become our murders. " We can't pull off a real murder"! "What are you talking about, we play this game whenever we get the chance, we have literally been practicing how to do this for months". " Even if thats true, the only one who would know how to do this is the [Reaper]". The "Reaper" was the highest scored character in the game with over 100 perfected homicides. His signatured was the use of two totally different weapons with each murder to give off the illusion of another assailant. The top crime recorded involved 3 victims in which 2 were killed with hatchet and the other gutted with letter opener. " I am the [Reaper] Thomas, I know how to murder better than anyone else". James could see the Skepticism in Thomas's face so he went to log into the "Reaper" profile. Unlike the rest the "Reaper" saved data required a password to log into it. James successfully logs in and Thomas stands back in amazement, "It is you, we can pull this off now"! " Good, lets meet at lunch time to go over our plans, but i'm going to need you to fight back tomorrow when Brett comes for your money "." WHAT...why would I do that, they're just gonna kick my ass"! " I know, but it's necessary for the plan to go down" Thomas nods and James leaves the arcade stuck with that smile on his face.
"Time for your daily whoop-ass Jimmy boy". Brett was once again towering over James, but instead of the hardened wanna be hero he takes a different demeanor. " No violence required today Brett, I surrender my money willingly today". Brett and the twins pause with confusion and cautiously take James money, " Yeah the little bitch finally learned his place", They pushed James to the ground, but his stoic face does not alter at the fall. At lunch James sits down next to Thomas at a corner table. Thomas's eye is swollen and his lips are still bleeding. "Are you ok Thomas"?" Hell no I'm not, Brett kicked my ass bad this time James, this really hurts"! " I know I know, but look over there". They both turn to Bretts table and they see sitting and eating his lunch with the twins. "I don't get it, he's eating his lunch, so what"? " He only has one lunch Thomas, that means he hasn't went after too many people as usual". "I didn't notice that, did we do that"? " Yes we did...we staggered his confidence". Thomas's frown turned opposite as if he was now proud of his new injuries, "I see the effect, but I still don't see the point of it"? "You'll find out why when you kill him". "WHAT…..your the Reaper, I thought you we gonna kill him"! " My abilities lie in at least two victims, thats why I am taking out the twins, you can do this Thomas…..Today". "How can we pull this off today"? " I'm going to lure them to meet us behind the custodial building". " The janitors will notice us though". "Not when they are busy cleaning all this up". " All what". At that moment James chucked messy pb&J at Bretts face, and the room goes silent. The potential food fight became a silent audience for James upcoming beating "Crap that didn't do what I wanted"! Thomas stands on the table, " Food Fight BITCHES"! He throws his milk at the twins and they spark the war with their chocolate chip retaliation. As food and brown paper bags fly through the air Brett rushed through towards James, but he backs into the cafeteria entrance as the principal comes through the doors. The room once again becomes silent as Mr. Wiles looks hungry for blood. "Who started this damned rampage"?! James raises his hand, " It was Brett and I sir".
Without a word he grabs both of their arms and pulls them towards his office. As they struggle to get free James mouths to Brett " Behind the Janitor House….BIATCH". Brett gets more rowdy and Mr. Wiles smacks him on the back of his head. They are sat down in front of the principal's desk with the interim dean standing beside it. Dean Jacobs was a short man with a big mouth, and he was the sloothy type to the point where even the principals secrets weren't safe. " I won't need you here for this one Jacobs". " Are you sure sir...Brett seems to get off easy everytime he is in here"? " Are you implying something INTERIM dean Jacobs"? " No sir… I'll leave". Once the Dean leaves the principals lets out a big sigh, " Look Brett you have to stop this, I'll punish when we get home". " He started it Dad"! A swift slap comes from over the desk and Brett begins to tear up, "It's Mr. Wiles when we are at school son, remember this and go back to class. Brett looks at James with teary eyed fury and hatred. " Now James, I should suspend you, but for all we have let Brett get away with, I can overlook this, but I don't expect this again from a boy like you". "My sincerest apologies Mr. Wiles, it wont happen again".
The day continues with rumors spreading throughout the school that Brett was gonna pummel James and Thomas behind the custodial building after school. During the second to last class of the day, James signals Brett and they both ask to go to the bathroom five minutes between each other. As James walks by Thomas's classroom he signals him with the twins to come out also. The back of the custodial building was cold and secluded, the perfect place for any illegal school activities from fights to smoking. "I guess you didn't want anyone to see you cry huh Jimmy boy"? " Enough talk, we only get ten minutes for each bathroom break, so we actually only have five for this". James opens his bag and pulls out a pen and a fork , then he tosses Thomas a bone saw. " What the fuck is this Jimmy, you think you can scare us with this fake crap"? " We're sick of you Brett, and our twin butt buddies"! " Hahahaha, fucking fag, get'im guys, he ain't got the balls". The twins slowly take a step forward and James rushes them stabbing one in the neck with the pen and the other in the eye with the fork. As the neck victim bleeds out Brett trembles, but he still has the same stance towards JAmes. " You sick bastard, you might have killed these two pussies, but I'm not scared of some punk ass like you. " I know you aren't scared of me Brett, but you are scared of Thomas". " Who the hell is Thomas"? Brett turns and Thomas is standing shaking. " You're that kid that punched me in the lip earlier h..huh"? Thomas notices the stutter in his voice and realizes this is why James had him stand up to Brett earlier. Brett Steps back as Thomas's frail appearance had warped into a deranged kid. Brett tries to run but he trips in the twins blood puddle. Thomas jumps on his back and rubs the saw across Bretts neck. James and Thomas stand over Brett and smile as they had killed the single most vile person they knew in school. " That went faster than expected...well you got three minutes to do your thing kid".