"Nick! Nick, what are you doing?" Jeffs voice rang out in the empty alley way, "Ow! Stop! I thought we were friends!"
The events of that night were clear in Nicks mind. Jeffs sobs, the shine of the silver knife, the sound of knuckles, hitting flesh. And Jeffs words.
I thought we were friends.
Well, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.
Lets start at the beginning.
It was a cool September morning when Nick Duval started school.
His car radio blared the AM news, "yet another murder by Duval. Around 20 years old, the fugitive has killed 5 people and injured 12, he was last seen in Berkeley California. If you have any ideas or sightings please contact the police at 911. We'll be right back, for this," the voice faded out to a commercial and Nick grinned,
"20!" he hooted, "try 16, stupid news reporters." he cracked his gum and laughed loudly. He wasnt afraid of the many new reports about him. The police were stupid compared to him, Nick was in fact a genius. A evil sadistic genius who was on the run from the law. Wasn't that a dilemma.
He thought starting a new school would help him escape the police. He'd studied the pamphlets and decided a preppy school called Dalton Academy. He felt fancy even saying he name. He knew it was the last place the cops would look for him.
The idea of it all made him happy beyond belief. Settling down in one place for a while and actually trusting people, maybe. He had decided not to make friends.
He made a sharp turn and the school came into view.
This was going to be fun.