DISCLAIMER: Not mine and I don´t mean any harm by taking them.
AUTHOR´S NOTE: So this might seem a little weird at first, just bear with me, I´m trying to actually see things differently here. If it´s way to confusing then I´ll fix it and all, but I hope it´s not. All will be explained in the end so if you feel a little confused, then I actually feel good about it, I love confusion..As always, all comments are very much welcome, constructive criticism is the only way in which we grow and friendly comments always make me feel good...anyways, enough rambling on my part.
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The windows were cracking. It took me a moment to figure out if it was from rain of just from the morning sun. It was the rain, but an odd rain. It almost looked like there were no clouds in the sky and just across the street the sun was shinning brightly. The gods must have a sense of humor, and if not them, certainly life. I would of loved to figure out the weather, but more pressing problems needed my attention, like the bodies, and the clean-up.
Now, we weren´t born killers. At least I sure as hell wasn´t! Still, it´s just like Aristlotle said, we´re only as much as our actions take us to be, but we are potencially everything concievable proper to us. Every human being is a potential killer, doesn´t mean all of us are, but it means that some of us will be and that, definately, all of us can be. The thought had creeped me out at first, but I became comfortable with it as soon as I realised what it really meant. We all knew what we were doing, we were proving a point. The moral and ethical implications didn´t matter, what mattered was the point. In the end, we were only the sum of our potential turned into actions. Mr. Finniger had thought it was a brilliant idea for an essay, until of course we killed him, but that is of little consecuence.
The fact that we killed him seemed not to matter. Neither him nor the others were important anymore. They served to prove our, very aristotelic, point. Besides they had it coming, you cannot preach to the choir and then turn your back on everything you´ve been spitting out. In a way, I think we all felt like we´d actually done a service to humanity. All these people were dead and they would be remembered like good people, not like the ones who betrayed us all. I was thinking about this as I cleaned up. There was so much blood, it was hard work, it took us nearly three hours to finish up, but we had no choice. We´d committed a crime, at least according to society, and we didn´t want to get caught. We were only proving a point. A simple one really. It was really rather brilliant on our part.
The rain, it helped. By the time we were done, it was pouring. Bobby said that it would help. He was the genius mind in the scientific part behind this. He´d done all the research about how not to get caught committing a crime. We were covered, there was barely any evidence, and we´d been EXTREMELY carefull so we wouldn´t be placed near the house all that day. The rain helped. It made it hard to make out who was out on the street. I felt it hit me, cold and hard as Bobby and I walked away, out the back door. Tom and Megan climbed up to the roof and jumped over to the next building. I´m not sure were they went from there.
Bobby and I walked in silence. We were both thinking about what we´d done. A part of us felt guilty, of course. Mr. Finniger had been our teacher, he´d been a lot like a father to all of us really, it was a shame it had all come to this. I remember the extra weight I was carrying around was bothering me. We all knew we´d leave footprints, so we all whore bigger shoes than normal and added extra weight to ourselves, I was carrying about twenty pounds more than normal and it was starting to bother me. As soon as we were in the car, five blocks away, I started taking it all off. Bobby watched me, very amused. I´d always liked Bobby but it had never actually gone anywhere. It killed me whenever he looked at me like that, almost staring, as if there was nothing else in the world at that moment. I ignored him, when that didn´t work, I told him to stop it. He chuckled and turned the car on, and we drove off.
The drive back to my place was long. The rain was so bad that traffic was almost stopped everywhere in the city. I was wet and cold, I just hoped I wouldn´t get a cold out of all of this. I couldn´t get sick, I needed to study for my final exams and I had three essays to prepare that weekend. I couldn´t afford to get sick. I looked over at Bobby, he looked a little pale. I asked him if he was O.K. He said he was fine, just feeling a little guilty. I knew how he felt, it´s not like I was born without a conscience. We talked about it. We´re good at that, talking about stuff, specially personal stuff, but it never led anywhere. By the time we got to my place, we were both feeling a little better, like we needed a good night´s sleep, but we both knew it was not meant to be. We climbed up to my appartment, changed clothes and got some dinner. We both had too much schoolwork to go to bed any earlier than three o´clock in the morning. The next morning we were so tired we had practically forgotten about Mr. Finniger. For a second, we didn´t even have to fake surprise when we were told about it.
It was a Saturday. Normally, people rest on Saturdays, not us. We had a lot of schoolwork. Bobby was staying at my place so it was cluttered with double the books it usually would have been. In order for our alibies to work and not be too suspicious (because it was inevitable, we would be suspects, we were his students, after all), Bobby had come over to stay with me and he´d told his landlady he´d be out of town. Whoever was working the case would eventually find out Bobby was actually at my place and would draw the logical conclusion from there. I would be a little vague about my whereabouts, then come clean and admit that I was leaving with Bobby for the weekend but the rain held us up. It was perfect. The rain helped. It made the aliby plausible enough to be believable. Megan was actually supposed to be at a dinner party with her parents, who of course had not noticed her sneaking out for four hours; Tom had stayed at home. He lived alone, in a floor were the only other tenant was out of town, no one could actually say for sure Tom had left his appartment.
The alibies were not perfect, but we were counting on the fact that we hadn´t left much evidence to begin with, if the evidence couldn´t really place us at the crime scene, then we couldn´t actually be arrested. We´d killed Mr. Finniger out of town, Sara in an abandoned building on the other side of town. Mr. Andrews had been tricky, he needed to be shot. It was hell picking out the place, but we finally did. Megan´s parents have a huge house about two hours out of town, they have this really nice recording room. It is completely sound proof. We´d simply taken Mr. Andrews up there a week before, kept him for two days, waited until Megan´s big party and had dissapeared for five minutes to go shoot the poor man. It was actually amazing no one had noticed he was gone, he didn´t have much of a life, he didn´t even have a cat.
If I were completely honest, killing them was the easy part. The rest was the hard part. Actually being conscious of leaving as little evidence at possible was hard, so was actually the planning. We had wanted to make a point, but we didn´t really want to be too obvious. We felt like hunters, mighty hunters, just trying to find the best way to get at our prey. I think we were all reasonably satisfied, whoever worked the case would need to really get acquainted with at least a little bit of Greek culture and philosophy, but it wouldn´t be a big leap, I mean Mr. Finniger was the Greek and Roman philosphy teacher at school! We´d left enough clues so that they would know we had a point. It made no sense to actually go through all this trouble only to leave it to the free imagination of some uneducated detective. No, they would need to think about this one. This pleased me, I didn´t like being to obvious in anything I did. Life is full of causes, and we must make at least the very smallest effort to try to understand them, that way, we can actually know all the effects (which make up our lives) a little better.
AUTHOR´S NOTE: So this might seem a little weird at first, just bear with me, I´m trying to actually see things differently here. If it´s way to confusing then I´ll fix it and all, but I hope it´s not. All will be explained in the end so if you feel a little confused, then I actually feel good about it, I love confusion..As always, all comments are very much welcome, constructive criticism is the only way in which we grow and friendly comments always make me feel good...anyways, enough rambling on my part.
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The windows were cracking. It took me a moment to figure out if it was from rain of just from the morning sun. It was the rain, but an odd rain. It almost looked like there were no clouds in the sky and just across the street the sun was shinning brightly. The gods must have a sense of humor, and if not them, certainly life. I would of loved to figure out the weather, but more pressing problems needed my attention, like the bodies, and the clean-up.
Now, we weren´t born killers. At least I sure as hell wasn´t! Still, it´s just like Aristlotle said, we´re only as much as our actions take us to be, but we are potencially everything concievable proper to us. Every human being is a potential killer, doesn´t mean all of us are, but it means that some of us will be and that, definately, all of us can be. The thought had creeped me out at first, but I became comfortable with it as soon as I realised what it really meant. We all knew what we were doing, we were proving a point. The moral and ethical implications didn´t matter, what mattered was the point. In the end, we were only the sum of our potential turned into actions. Mr. Finniger had thought it was a brilliant idea for an essay, until of course we killed him, but that is of little consecuence.
The fact that we killed him seemed not to matter. Neither him nor the others were important anymore. They served to prove our, very aristotelic, point. Besides they had it coming, you cannot preach to the choir and then turn your back on everything you´ve been spitting out. In a way, I think we all felt like we´d actually done a service to humanity. All these people were dead and they would be remembered like good people, not like the ones who betrayed us all. I was thinking about this as I cleaned up. There was so much blood, it was hard work, it took us nearly three hours to finish up, but we had no choice. We´d committed a crime, at least according to society, and we didn´t want to get caught. We were only proving a point. A simple one really. It was really rather brilliant on our part.
The rain, it helped. By the time we were done, it was pouring. Bobby said that it would help. He was the genius mind in the scientific part behind this. He´d done all the research about how not to get caught committing a crime. We were covered, there was barely any evidence, and we´d been EXTREMELY carefull so we wouldn´t be placed near the house all that day. The rain helped. It made it hard to make out who was out on the street. I felt it hit me, cold and hard as Bobby and I walked away, out the back door. Tom and Megan climbed up to the roof and jumped over to the next building. I´m not sure were they went from there.
Bobby and I walked in silence. We were both thinking about what we´d done. A part of us felt guilty, of course. Mr. Finniger had been our teacher, he´d been a lot like a father to all of us really, it was a shame it had all come to this. I remember the extra weight I was carrying around was bothering me. We all knew we´d leave footprints, so we all whore bigger shoes than normal and added extra weight to ourselves, I was carrying about twenty pounds more than normal and it was starting to bother me. As soon as we were in the car, five blocks away, I started taking it all off. Bobby watched me, very amused. I´d always liked Bobby but it had never actually gone anywhere. It killed me whenever he looked at me like that, almost staring, as if there was nothing else in the world at that moment. I ignored him, when that didn´t work, I told him to stop it. He chuckled and turned the car on, and we drove off.
The drive back to my place was long. The rain was so bad that traffic was almost stopped everywhere in the city. I was wet and cold, I just hoped I wouldn´t get a cold out of all of this. I couldn´t get sick, I needed to study for my final exams and I had three essays to prepare that weekend. I couldn´t afford to get sick. I looked over at Bobby, he looked a little pale. I asked him if he was O.K. He said he was fine, just feeling a little guilty. I knew how he felt, it´s not like I was born without a conscience. We talked about it. We´re good at that, talking about stuff, specially personal stuff, but it never led anywhere. By the time we got to my place, we were both feeling a little better, like we needed a good night´s sleep, but we both knew it was not meant to be. We climbed up to my appartment, changed clothes and got some dinner. We both had too much schoolwork to go to bed any earlier than three o´clock in the morning. The next morning we were so tired we had practically forgotten about Mr. Finniger. For a second, we didn´t even have to fake surprise when we were told about it.
It was a Saturday. Normally, people rest on Saturdays, not us. We had a lot of schoolwork. Bobby was staying at my place so it was cluttered with double the books it usually would have been. In order for our alibies to work and not be too suspicious (because it was inevitable, we would be suspects, we were his students, after all), Bobby had come over to stay with me and he´d told his landlady he´d be out of town. Whoever was working the case would eventually find out Bobby was actually at my place and would draw the logical conclusion from there. I would be a little vague about my whereabouts, then come clean and admit that I was leaving with Bobby for the weekend but the rain held us up. It was perfect. The rain helped. It made the aliby plausible enough to be believable. Megan was actually supposed to be at a dinner party with her parents, who of course had not noticed her sneaking out for four hours; Tom had stayed at home. He lived alone, in a floor were the only other tenant was out of town, no one could actually say for sure Tom had left his appartment.
The alibies were not perfect, but we were counting on the fact that we hadn´t left much evidence to begin with, if the evidence couldn´t really place us at the crime scene, then we couldn´t actually be arrested. We´d killed Mr. Finniger out of town, Sara in an abandoned building on the other side of town. Mr. Andrews had been tricky, he needed to be shot. It was hell picking out the place, but we finally did. Megan´s parents have a huge house about two hours out of town, they have this really nice recording room. It is completely sound proof. We´d simply taken Mr. Andrews up there a week before, kept him for two days, waited until Megan´s big party and had dissapeared for five minutes to go shoot the poor man. It was actually amazing no one had noticed he was gone, he didn´t have much of a life, he didn´t even have a cat.
If I were completely honest, killing them was the easy part. The rest was the hard part. Actually being conscious of leaving as little evidence at possible was hard, so was actually the planning. We had wanted to make a point, but we didn´t really want to be too obvious. We felt like hunters, mighty hunters, just trying to find the best way to get at our prey. I think we were all reasonably satisfied, whoever worked the case would need to really get acquainted with at least a little bit of Greek culture and philosophy, but it wouldn´t be a big leap, I mean Mr. Finniger was the Greek and Roman philosphy teacher at school! We´d left enough clues so that they would know we had a point. It made no sense to actually go through all this trouble only to leave it to the free imagination of some uneducated detective. No, they would need to think about this one. This pleased me, I didn´t like being to obvious in anything I did. Life is full of causes, and we must make at least the very smallest effort to try to understand them, that way, we can actually know all the effects (which make up our lives) a little better.