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It was a very cold, dark night. A young man walked down the dark, dirty street. He had short black hair that was slightly messy. He wore a black shirt with god knows what printed on the front, and tight black pants. It was the first time he'd been out in a week for a walk. Even killing had lost it's interest. The young man shivered, though not from the cold, which he barely noticed. From the painful memories.
The young man thought back to the earliest memory he had, the first day of first grade....
{fade in}
"Dad, I don't wanna go in this stupid place. Can't I just stay home and help you with your...taxeydawrmy?" the young man, now a seven year old boy with the same messy black hair, stammered nervously.
"Now Nny, you know you have to go. Your mother told you, I told you. Now get in there scout," the little boy's father said, urging Nny through the small classroom's door.
The little boy stood near the door, alone, inside the classroom after his father left. Several boys marched over to Nny, in a protective little knot that children often make in new situations.
"What's your name?" asked one of them.
"Johnny," Nny said quietly.
"Man, you're wacky lookinn, Johnny!" said another one of the boys.
"Wacky?" Johnny asked, not understanding.
"Ya. You know, weird, creepy, a freak?" said a third little boy, his cruel voice cutting the air sharply.
"YEAH!" mocked all the boys together.
"Yeah, well I think I-" Johnny said.
"Shut up loser!" said the first boy, obviously the little ringleader.
"Yeah," the other boys mirrored.
Johnny's little mind began to spin, with anger, rage, and a strange urge to cause these boys pain. But just then a large woman entered.
"Hello kids. I'm Miss Jenson. I'm your teacher," she said. All the little kids moved over to the tables when she instructed. The kind woman went around the room, asking names. When she came to Johnny, she stopped. "What's your name young man?" she asked.
"Johnny," Nny muttered.
"Why hello Johnny," Miss Jenson said.
"Johnny's skinny like noodles!" rang out a small boy by the name of Billy.
"Yeah!" yelled George.
"Noodle Boy Johnny!" chanted Billy over and over.
Johnny's tiny mind filled with frightening rage, and he grabbed a plastic butter knife from the 'snacky' table, rushed over to Billy, and attacked his arm with it.
"OUCH!!AHHHH!!!" Billy screamed. Johnny continued to rip the little boy's arm.
"Johnny! No!" Miss Jenson screamed. She rushed over and separated the two little boys. Billy clutched his little milky colored arm.
"He cut my armie!" Billy squacked.
"Oh dear! Johnny!" Miss Jenson said harshly.
But little Johnny's face only split into an evil grin. He liked the feeling of revenge.
{fade out}
Johnny kept walking along the road. So many memories. That had been his first hint of homicidal tendencies. He smiled at the memory. But his smile faded when he remembered the laughing children's faces.
More soon, how's it so far?
~Moonchild
It was a very cold, dark night. A young man walked down the dark, dirty street. He had short black hair that was slightly messy. He wore a black shirt with god knows what printed on the front, and tight black pants. It was the first time he'd been out in a week for a walk. Even killing had lost it's interest. The young man shivered, though not from the cold, which he barely noticed. From the painful memories.
The young man thought back to the earliest memory he had, the first day of first grade....
{fade in}
"Dad, I don't wanna go in this stupid place. Can't I just stay home and help you with your...taxeydawrmy?" the young man, now a seven year old boy with the same messy black hair, stammered nervously.
"Now Nny, you know you have to go. Your mother told you, I told you. Now get in there scout," the little boy's father said, urging Nny through the small classroom's door.
The little boy stood near the door, alone, inside the classroom after his father left. Several boys marched over to Nny, in a protective little knot that children often make in new situations.
"What's your name?" asked one of them.
"Johnny," Nny said quietly.
"Man, you're wacky lookinn, Johnny!" said another one of the boys.
"Wacky?" Johnny asked, not understanding.
"Ya. You know, weird, creepy, a freak?" said a third little boy, his cruel voice cutting the air sharply.
"YEAH!" mocked all the boys together.
"Yeah, well I think I-" Johnny said.
"Shut up loser!" said the first boy, obviously the little ringleader.
"Yeah," the other boys mirrored.
Johnny's little mind began to spin, with anger, rage, and a strange urge to cause these boys pain. But just then a large woman entered.
"Hello kids. I'm Miss Jenson. I'm your teacher," she said. All the little kids moved over to the tables when she instructed. The kind woman went around the room, asking names. When she came to Johnny, she stopped. "What's your name young man?" she asked.
"Johnny," Nny muttered.
"Why hello Johnny," Miss Jenson said.
"Johnny's skinny like noodles!" rang out a small boy by the name of Billy.
"Yeah!" yelled George.
"Noodle Boy Johnny!" chanted Billy over and over.
Johnny's tiny mind filled with frightening rage, and he grabbed a plastic butter knife from the 'snacky' table, rushed over to Billy, and attacked his arm with it.
"OUCH!!AHHHH!!!" Billy screamed. Johnny continued to rip the little boy's arm.
"Johnny! No!" Miss Jenson screamed. She rushed over and separated the two little boys. Billy clutched his little milky colored arm.
"He cut my armie!" Billy squacked.
"Oh dear! Johnny!" Miss Jenson said harshly.
But little Johnny's face only split into an evil grin. He liked the feeling of revenge.
{fade out}
Johnny kept walking along the road. So many memories. That had been his first hint of homicidal tendencies. He smiled at the memory. But his smile faded when he remembered the laughing children's faces.
More soon, how's it so far?
~Moonchild