I left the house at six PM
I didn't have a liscence, and my brother, Johnny, took the keys back, so it looks like I was going to be walking.
My family, they are complete jerks.
My mom wont stop reminding me how much she dispises me. Ever since I set the house on fire all those years ago, but do you expect, I read a lot of Fantastic Four comics and I was a very impressionable youth. But I have grown a lot since then.
My brother, Johnny, whom you all just met, well, he is the normal brother I guess, picks on me, beats me up, sells my mint condition collectors items for drug money, etc etc. Nothing really out of the unusual with him.
My father.. Well, he is almost one hundred percent sure that I am gay. Considering I have never brought home any female friends to the house. So that makes me gay? I have never brought any male friends either, I don't have friends.
Not that I need them anyway, they wouldn't understand me.
All I need is my computer, the movies, my stories and Monkeytaco!
I will learn the ways of his teachings, in fact, what better way to improve myself than by taking a stand at the theatre!
Those damn "supporters" with there phones ringing and there kids screaming. I will teach them who's boss.
HA! A gun shop! Just what I needed!
Okay, I don't have a car, so I cant crash into it, looks like I will have to use my wits on this one.
"Can I help you, son?"
-Ummm.. Yeah, can I get a gun?
"A gun? Son, how old are you?"
-Uhhhh..16...but-
"Now son, I am sorry, but you are a little too young to be purchasing weaponry. These are not toys you know. The law forbids me from selling anything to you at the risk of you accidentally hurting someone"
Accidently? Yeah right, I am a lethal machine.
-Pleeeeeeeeeeease sir, its for my Dad, He...hes really sick and he needed me to come get it for him.
"Son, even if I DID believe you, I still legally couldn't give ti to you, even with your 'Daddies' Permition."
-Oh yeah, well hows this for PERMISSION!!
I reach around the glass and GRAB GRAB GRAB for the closest killing devise I can get to. Ready to fill this unworthy scum-sucking jerk with bullets. He will be my first official victim!
"The cases are locked son, please stop before you scuff up my displays."
Damn him! Him and his trickery.
It isn't over though, Nope, not by a long shot. The night would be mine and there was nothing he could do about it. I still had the ball in my court.
-Ummmm.. Do you happen to have any fake guns?
"Why as a matter of fact I do, son. And you know what else? That's something I can actually sell to a little fellow like you."
Was he mocking me? Was this no talent ball of crap mocking the man who was going to end his life? My anger surged, but I played along.
-Oh thank you sir, This will make.. Uhhhh.. 'Daddy" very happy.
"Don't drop it now, it breaks easily."
-Oh I wont sir, thank you very much
I skip merily out of the shop, with nothing but pure unadulterated hatred filling me up with rage.
I leave the shop with nothing but blood on my mind. I look back in through the window and see him waving back at me.
Yes, keep waving you stupid old man, I will spare you for now, but only because I want to use this anger to fuel my killing spree.
The supporters will pay, and pay dearly.
Just twenty five more blocks until I reach the theatre.
Monkeytaco's words flow through my head as I plan out my brutal crime.
Sneakily I will enter the theatre, raise my gun to the closest body and tell them that I will murder each and every one of them and that any plan of escape will be futile as I have chained the doors shut.
Fifteen more blocks They will, just as they did in the story, comply to my every demand. Then once they are all under my control, I will lead them each one at a time into the hallway, where I will beat them to death with my plastic gun.
eight more blocks
Oh crud, what if the gun breaks? What will I do then?
HA! Well, when that happens, I will use the broken shards of plastic and stab them to death. Brilliant, the deaths will be much quicker and far more gruesome.
I will be on the news for years.
The Space Wizard Slasher they will call me.
Five blocks
Or better yet, I will get away with it. With no surviving witnesses to ID me, how could they ever put me in prison?
I mean, Scottsworth burned the East Star to the ground and he went free. So to shall I!
I will go on to be a world famous author even while having killed the theatre load of people! I will be unstoppable.
Two blocks.
Jesus Christ, this place is far away. I have got to get a car.
There she is! The Majestic Smith Two Theatre.
Just one more block and I will be ready to continue the legacy of Owen Scottsworth.
I cant wait til I see that Ticket Booth lady. Oh its going to be so great.
My first official victim!
And there she is, short, blonde, expressionless.
She doesn't know it yet, but she is about to meet her destroyer.
"Welcome to the Majestic Smith Two Theatre, how may I help you?"
Oh the monotone voice of hers was just asking me to jump through that glass and strangle her to death.
-Hi, I would like a ticket to...
Hmmmm.. What was I going to see? In all the death and murder planning I had neglected to think of what I was going to see while commiting my death party.
What was playing?
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
Drumline
ACK! I had never heard of either of them.
Which one to choose? Which one to choose!
THINK THINK THINK
Okay, what would Owen have done.
He would have chosen the one that would bring the biggest audience to kill.
Hmmmmm....
Well, from what I have heard, people don't like movies with long names, so.. Then the best bet is to go with the one.. With the.. Shortest NAME!!!!!
I GOT IT!!!
-One for Drumline, Please!
She stares at me, her evil melancholy face just asking for death.
"Ummm... are you sure that's the one you want to see?"
She questions me? How dare she.
-You gonna tell me its sold out?
"No, I am definently not gonna say th-"
-Well hows this for sold out!!!!
I slam my fist into the glass wall between me and her and..
ACK!!!!!!
The pain flows through my arm as it is stopped by the thick padding of the glass. I grab my hand in pain.
"Here you go sir, please enjoy your show."
-Y..you B..b..itch!
I take her devil ticket and enter the theatre.
...To be continued
I didn't have a liscence, and my brother, Johnny, took the keys back, so it looks like I was going to be walking.
My family, they are complete jerks.
My mom wont stop reminding me how much she dispises me. Ever since I set the house on fire all those years ago, but do you expect, I read a lot of Fantastic Four comics and I was a very impressionable youth. But I have grown a lot since then.
My brother, Johnny, whom you all just met, well, he is the normal brother I guess, picks on me, beats me up, sells my mint condition collectors items for drug money, etc etc. Nothing really out of the unusual with him.
My father.. Well, he is almost one hundred percent sure that I am gay. Considering I have never brought home any female friends to the house. So that makes me gay? I have never brought any male friends either, I don't have friends.
Not that I need them anyway, they wouldn't understand me.
All I need is my computer, the movies, my stories and Monkeytaco!
I will learn the ways of his teachings, in fact, what better way to improve myself than by taking a stand at the theatre!
Those damn "supporters" with there phones ringing and there kids screaming. I will teach them who's boss.
HA! A gun shop! Just what I needed!
Okay, I don't have a car, so I cant crash into it, looks like I will have to use my wits on this one.
"Can I help you, son?"
-Ummm.. Yeah, can I get a gun?
"A gun? Son, how old are you?"
-Uhhhh..16...but-
"Now son, I am sorry, but you are a little too young to be purchasing weaponry. These are not toys you know. The law forbids me from selling anything to you at the risk of you accidentally hurting someone"
Accidently? Yeah right, I am a lethal machine.
-Pleeeeeeeeeeease sir, its for my Dad, He...hes really sick and he needed me to come get it for him.
"Son, even if I DID believe you, I still legally couldn't give ti to you, even with your 'Daddies' Permition."
-Oh yeah, well hows this for PERMISSION!!
I reach around the glass and GRAB GRAB GRAB for the closest killing devise I can get to. Ready to fill this unworthy scum-sucking jerk with bullets. He will be my first official victim!
"The cases are locked son, please stop before you scuff up my displays."
Damn him! Him and his trickery.
It isn't over though, Nope, not by a long shot. The night would be mine and there was nothing he could do about it. I still had the ball in my court.
-Ummmm.. Do you happen to have any fake guns?
"Why as a matter of fact I do, son. And you know what else? That's something I can actually sell to a little fellow like you."
Was he mocking me? Was this no talent ball of crap mocking the man who was going to end his life? My anger surged, but I played along.
-Oh thank you sir, This will make.. Uhhhh.. 'Daddy" very happy.
"Don't drop it now, it breaks easily."
-Oh I wont sir, thank you very much
I skip merily out of the shop, with nothing but pure unadulterated hatred filling me up with rage.
I leave the shop with nothing but blood on my mind. I look back in through the window and see him waving back at me.
Yes, keep waving you stupid old man, I will spare you for now, but only because I want to use this anger to fuel my killing spree.
The supporters will pay, and pay dearly.
Just twenty five more blocks until I reach the theatre.
Monkeytaco's words flow through my head as I plan out my brutal crime.
Sneakily I will enter the theatre, raise my gun to the closest body and tell them that I will murder each and every one of them and that any plan of escape will be futile as I have chained the doors shut.
Fifteen more blocks They will, just as they did in the story, comply to my every demand. Then once they are all under my control, I will lead them each one at a time into the hallway, where I will beat them to death with my plastic gun.
eight more blocks
Oh crud, what if the gun breaks? What will I do then?
HA! Well, when that happens, I will use the broken shards of plastic and stab them to death. Brilliant, the deaths will be much quicker and far more gruesome.
I will be on the news for years.
The Space Wizard Slasher they will call me.
Five blocks
Or better yet, I will get away with it. With no surviving witnesses to ID me, how could they ever put me in prison?
I mean, Scottsworth burned the East Star to the ground and he went free. So to shall I!
I will go on to be a world famous author even while having killed the theatre load of people! I will be unstoppable.
Two blocks.
Jesus Christ, this place is far away. I have got to get a car.
There she is! The Majestic Smith Two Theatre.
Just one more block and I will be ready to continue the legacy of Owen Scottsworth.
I cant wait til I see that Ticket Booth lady. Oh its going to be so great.
My first official victim!
And there she is, short, blonde, expressionless.
She doesn't know it yet, but she is about to meet her destroyer.
"Welcome to the Majestic Smith Two Theatre, how may I help you?"
Oh the monotone voice of hers was just asking me to jump through that glass and strangle her to death.
-Hi, I would like a ticket to...
Hmmmm.. What was I going to see? In all the death and murder planning I had neglected to think of what I was going to see while commiting my death party.
What was playing?
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
Drumline
ACK! I had never heard of either of them.
Which one to choose? Which one to choose!
THINK THINK THINK
Okay, what would Owen have done.
He would have chosen the one that would bring the biggest audience to kill.
Hmmmmm....
Well, from what I have heard, people don't like movies with long names, so.. Then the best bet is to go with the one.. With the.. Shortest NAME!!!!!
I GOT IT!!!
-One for Drumline, Please!
She stares at me, her evil melancholy face just asking for death.
"Ummm... are you sure that's the one you want to see?"
She questions me? How dare she.
-You gonna tell me its sold out?
"No, I am definently not gonna say th-"
-Well hows this for sold out!!!!
I slam my fist into the glass wall between me and her and..
ACK!!!!!!
The pain flows through my arm as it is stopped by the thick padding of the glass. I grab my hand in pain.
"Here you go sir, please enjoy your show."
-Y..you B..b..itch!
I take her devil ticket and enter the theatre.
...To be continued