So, I decided to do something to sate my murderous needs, and I came up with this. I'm not entirely sure how long it'll be, or what direction it'll go in, but, eh, if you like mystery, crime, and gore, why not read this? *seductive eye brow wiggle*. Oh yeah, and I'll be making the chapters named according to who's telling the story currently, or through that chapter, rather. We start off with everyone's favorite character- Gary Smith. Enjoy :3
P.S.- the chapters in this story will probably be shorter than chapters in my other stories, mainly because I really want to think about how this will turn out, as I haven't got a damn clue as of now.
They took their first life on the first day back to school. I should know. I was there. I witnessed the chaos as they had uncovered the body. And for the first time in my life, it wasn't me who had plotted something like this. I mean sure, Femme Boy and that moron, Jimmy, always assumed that I was stirring something like that up, but even I wouldn't do something like that. Now, don't get me wrong. It had nothing to do with the fact that taking someone's life was against my ethics, but it truly boiled down to the fact that prison would be a fucking nightmare. At least at Happy Volts I was left alone to do my thinking, but in prison, or so I've heard, a certain man named Tyrone would invite you to share his cell with him. Eh, no thanks.
Anyways, it was a pretty day, with beautiful little butterflies dying around me and the sky was grey and depressed. Yes, it truly was a day for Gary Smith. I was walked to the gates of good ol' Bullworth Academy by my great friends, Dipshit 1 and Dipshit 2, or in other names, the two goons that had to escort me everywhere, including to my school. To even get me re-enrolled was a nightmare for my parents, and they really didn't want me to "blow" it again, so they had forced Happy Volts to take extra precautions, i.e., getting me my own personal bodyguards, who, in all honesty, were gorillas in white orderly uniforms, especially Dipshit 2. He was a nasty son-of-a-bitch.
I was escorted through the masses of my fellow students and their parents. Their looks were priceless. None of them had even expected to ever see me again the God's sun, but surprise, fuckers, I'm back. I couldn't help but sneer a little, especially when they had taken me through the corridor of the Boys' Dorm to my room. They opened the door for me and ushered me in. I quickly surveyed my new-old room. From the cracks in the walls to the weird rotten egg smell, everything was in place. Well, except for the other bed that was here last time. Femme Boy's bed.
I had to admit. I was a little disappointed. I really did love messing with little Petey. Sometimes, if he was in a really bad mood, I'd get him to the point where he was crying and telling me how Jimmy would never do that to him and how I wasn't a good friend, and whatnot. You know, other bullshit that I didn't really care about. Even so, my senior year was going to be a lot more boring without having someone to mess with. Then again, maybe we'd gotten new students. The thought gave my dark heart a little bit of golden hope.
As I was unpacking and Dipshit 1 and Dipshit 2 were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, I heard an all too familiar voice. I smirked and tiptoed out to the hallway, bypassing my guards. Before me, Jimmy Hopkins and Petey Kowalski were laughing and joking around together. I slowly walked towards them. My smirk widened as I saw Jimmy's eyes flicker with something between rage and fear. Perhaps fear-induced rage. Never mind that. As long as I get some sort of response, I'm close to satisfied.
"My, my, what do we have here?" I drawled sarcastically, watching Petey look down at the ground in a shy and nervous manner.
"What?" Jimmy asked bluntly, and stupidly. What a surprise.
"James, I thought we've talked about your excessive use of "what"?" I joked, letting out a light chuckle.
Jimmy surveyed me with a glint of suspicion in those squinty, dumbfounded eyes. "I thought you were at Happy Volts. Where psychopaths like you should be."
"Ah, that's where you're wrong. I'm a genius, not a psychopath, and what better way for a genius to show off his prowess than through a school for illiterates and morons?" Wasn't it obvious?
A firm hand on my shoulder ended my little soiree with James and Petey. "What do you think you're doing?" Dipshit 1 asked.
I rolled my eyes and followed him back to my room, throwing a hand out and sneering, "Catch you later, troglodytes. Don't have too much fun without me."
Later that day, as I was contemplating man's existential dilemma, a soul-tearing scream echoed through the campus. I ditched my spot at the top of the bleachers facing the football field and quickly paced over to where I thought the scream sounded. I swear, if it was Mandy screaming over another split end, I was going to lose it. I had been on a very good train of thought, too. Stupid bitch.
However, when I neared the mob of people in the parking lot, huddled around something on the ground, I surely wasn't disappointed. I surveyed from the back as an ambulance pulled in and a stretcher was leveled on the ground. I furrowed my brows in suspicion. What the hell? Then, from the front of the parked vehicle, came Officer Ivanovich. He had a serious look etched on his grave features as he pulled out his receiver and muttered something into it. At this point, I had a pretty good idea of what had happened, but what I wanted to know was who.
Soon enough, the excitement dissipated as Dr. Crabblesnitch jogged over to us. He shooed us away, the prefects doing his bidding. We were returned to the other side of the campus, all of us had a million thoughts running through our minds. What the hell had just happened back there? Who was it? Did they have a heart attack? An aneurysm? Did they have a fatal fall? Were they doing something to impress their buddies, and it turned horribly wrong? Who knew? I surely didn't, for the first time in my life, and quite frankly, it scared the hell out of me.