Rage of the Menace
April 23rd, 2012, 03:36 AM
Well, here's a story I started writing. Hope you enjoy it. Although, it's a bit psychotic and does have violence and gore, so I warn those with a weak stomach or people who'd be offended by it. Also, it has swearing :S
-------Chapter 1---------
"Marcus." the counsellor says in an irritated tone. "Marcus, are you listening?"
"Oh, sorry. I zoned out." I replied. This woman is beginning to get on my nerve, she bores me, everyone does.
"Shall we continue?" she said.
"Why of course, I'm here for a reason." I really didn't like the counsellor, the advice she gave me was horrible, and sometimes it doesn't even make sense... Just be you? What the on earth is that meant to mean? There's a guideline on how to be yourself that I missed? Gah, pathetic excuse for a human she is...
"What do you think you can do to improve in your pessimistic attitude?" she spoke in a serious tone now, as if she really gave a shit.
"ummm..." I stare at the air conditioner, it's pissing me off. The cold breeze isn't exactly my definition of soothing. "Well, I can compliment people more often?"
"Good!" why is she so happy, does she lack the ability to see someone fake an answer?
"Well then, can I go to class now?"
"No, you have to stay for a full period" Isn't that great, not only do I have to stay with this idiot, but I actually have to SPEAK with her.
"Well then, what should we talk about"
"Do you dream Marcus?"
"Of course, not very often though."
"What are they about?"
"Mutilating people, I never wake up from them, they're hardly nightmares, I seem to enjoy them."
"Oh really? Who are the people being mutilated?"
"My parents, girlfriend, friends. everyone."
"Oh, that's no good!" yay, she got something right. I should give her a star sticker with "Dumb shit of the day" written on it.
"Are you depressed Marcus? You seem very... sad"
"I'm not sad, I just tend to bottle anger in and emit it at times I see fit, it gives off the aura of a nefarious person, but it's not my true nature" No, the only thing I find normal in my true nature is selfishness.
"Well, that's good in a way, except the anger, is it prominent in your personality?"
"Yes, it is."
"Maybe I should enrol you in some classes that deal with anger, we got some right running right here at school."
"No thank you, I'm fine."
"I insist, I shall ask your mother to put you in them, your mental state isn't stable" Thanks for the heads up, I only noticed it several years ago.
"No, it's fine. You don't have to go to the trouble"
"It's no longer your choice, there is a chance you might hurt someone Marcus"
"That's great, you do know I won't co-operate, you're forcing me to do something I don't want."
"I told you at the start Marcus, if there's an issue here that could affect other people then I want none of it." Oh, she's really annoying.
"Well of course, you got that conclusion of a few dreams and my sarcastic answers, bravo counsellor."
"Excuse me, would you like me to inform your mother of your hostile stance?
"Go ahead, the faster I get out of here, the earlier I stop talking to you, the better."
"Oh stop being so rude, if you keep being rude I shall N-Award you and put you on pre suspension"
"I'm already on pre-suspension you stupid bitch"
"WELL THEN, I shall see to it that you're suspended." I grabbed my metal ruler from my bag, raised it, and started hacking at her head as she was turned around facing her computer screen. I dropped the ruler, it was too slow, I needed to feel the pain being inflicted, I grabbed her hair, smacked it downwards on the table, threw her on the floor and started kicking her head in, the beautiful splatters on the wall get me excited. After a minute, I grew tired of the beating, she was red with blood, it was exhilarating. Blood was over the walls and on my white shirt, my shoe soles that are originally white now drenched in a beautiful red.
I then grabbed my ruler, stabbed it into her stomach and pushed as hard as I can downwards, her guts fell out like Judas Iscariot when he hanged himself. I grabbed the intestines and licked it, but as I was doing that, the Door slams open.
"I heard some-" She fainted almost immediately; it seems the sight of a half open skull frightens her. Sad really, I quite liked the assistant; she was kind and gave me a salad sandwich for accepting to attempt the counselling.
Before I walked out of the room, I cleaned the soles of my shoes and then walked outside the counsellor’s office and towards the woodshop class I was supposed to have. Time for some more fun.
------Chapter 2----------
Snap.
I slowly walk down the hallway, empty, eerie. Just how I like it. People think I’m empty and lack sensitivity, I beg to differ. I have sensitivity; it's just dormant, numb. It's not visible; it's covered by these layers of anger that have slowly built up.
It's been years since the last time I’ve trusted someone, trust to me is over-rated. The people I’ve trusted have let me down, but never again. The only thing it's done was create a monster, an ego-centric, paranoid abomination. How can this mean anything to me anyway, I really can't feel a thing at all. I have this shadow following me, shrouding every step I take, making every promise empty. Making me point the finger at everyone just because I can. I’m trapped in my mind and I know it’s crazy, but hey. It’s not bad AT ALL.
2 minutes ago I was hacking at the skull of a counsellor because I lost my cool, but hey, if she was a good counsellor, she would've known not to piss off a person with one hell of a twisted disposition. As I was beating her head in, you could hear the bone creaking, the skulls definitive shape being cracked like an eggshell. Fun isn't the word I’d use for that theatrics back there, try.... Exciting.
"SHIT" I shouted. I forgot I left the assistant back there un-attended; I do not want the body of the counsellor to be found. I ran to the office as fast as I can, to see the assistants head decapitated.
"Hey Marcus, I thought I’d take care of your sloppy work...” Oh thank God... It was Alexis, my girlfriend. I guess she received that text I sent her while walking through the hallway.
"You do not know how much of a relief it is to see you here" I walked up to her and gave her a hand dragging the bodies into the counsellor’s bathroom.
"So, why did this happen?" She asked
"She pissed me off me guess. Did you enjoy decapitating the assistant?" I replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Pshhh. You're talking like it's the first time we've done it together"
"Well... I don't think this was as organised as our other... times"
"Please, you're talking like you don't enjoy it Marcus. You'd do it anywhere, anytime and to anyone. You don't love anyone but yourself."
"You're right, but you know I won't hurt you, you're my closest friend." I said, forcefully. She knows I will, and I know she will if the need for it arises. I don't 'love' her; I think she's more of an ego-boost than anything emotional. She seems to be more trusting though. I don't think she's paranoid like I am, but she's twisted maybe even more so than me...
"Mmm... Sure." I could see her eyes tear. Huh? She's crying. It seems I’ve said or done something.
"I didn't mean it that way; you know I 'love' you." I was lying through my teeth, it seemed as if she couldn't see through my lies though, and run up to me and embraced me.
"You're a good liar, but not good enough" she whispered. She then moved away and smiled. She mimed the words 'I love you'. She had a twisted smirk on her.
"Before I go, would you like my jacket to cover up that blood? It seems to frighten 'normal' people."
"Yes, yes I would." We walked outside the office together, grasping her hand tightly, she was the only person that understood me that I knew of. It seems the strange understand the strange for some reason I know not of, and I care not for knowing.
It seems we're bound not by emotion, but by practicality. Unconditional it seems. Bound because we accept each other perfectly, not because of our infinite care or admiration of that person’s traits.
We see no flaws in each other, and maybe that's what a relationship is meant to be like. But the inability to see these flaws doesn’t necessarily mean they’re not present in that person, something I should be well aware of.
We walked towards the exit of the school, it was fun when I and she hang out together, and we usually talk about things that make other peoples puke. It’s funny really. Something’s wrong only if you make it, and in my opinion, if it feels right, it shouldn’t be wrong.
I might not be the brightest person, but I know this for certain. Everyone’s a poser, a clone. When you step outside the social expectations of a person, everyone seems to dislike you for one reason or another, the most prominent being the fact that you’re different.
Sometimes I tell people to learn to swim. What does that mean? Well to me it’s drowning in your own ignorance and stupidity. In your rash judgments and statements said with full obliviousness of people’s emotions.
I don’t mind being the outcast; I try my hardest to be different. The fact is. I’m not normal, and I embrace it.
I’m not a clone.
I’m nothing but disturbed.
---------Chapter 3--------
2 years ago.
Bell rings, everyone rushes out of class. I take my time leaving, I prefer the halls empty. I seem to have a date with Elena today, I have to get home and prepare myself. I have a lot to look forward to tonight. I call her to check up.
“Hey Elena. Everything good for tonight?” I asked her.
“Yeah, sure, don’t be late like always” She said, insistently. Elena, my estranged, delusional girlfriend, seems to think I have some sort of feelings for her when my only fuel in this relationship is her above average physical attributes.
“Sure man, whatever.”
“No, this is the third time Marcus. Stop being selfish and actually make it this time.” She’s so damn clingy, get off my back woman.
“Ok, I get it; I’m on my way home right now.” I start moving towards the exit with haste.
As I’m walking out, I see some girl standing there, horrific fashion sense if you ask me. Black with fluoro pink!? She’s crazy. And what is up with the hair? Why the hell is it blue? Man, I need to talk some sense into this abomination... She’s turned around facing her locker. I approach silently. I get close enough and say loudly.
“A bit bright don’t you think?” I asked in a strongly sarcastic tone.
“Got a Problem?” She replied.
“Sort of. Other than the fact that you look like a glow in the dark stick with all that fluoro, no, I have no problem.”
“Do I really look like a give a shit about what you think, I’m not a follower, so I dress like that to be different, don’t you think we should all ?”
“Sure? I admire your spirit, but aren’t there other ways to be different?”
“Do you have any suggestions?” She asked, she then proceeded to look at me with a very serious, critical look.
“Why do you even want to be so different?” I tried to avoid the question, I didn’t have anything to say about another way to be different, and it seems that your appearance does really matter nowadays.
“I like to think it’s because I’m not afraid of being different.”
“What makes you different; to me you seem like an attention seeker.” She’s very interesting indeed, I want to speak for longer, but I have to cut this short I have a date with Elena.
“Attention seeker? You’re funny Mr.... (She pauses, expecting me to say my name)”
“I don’t think such an idiot deserves the luxury of knowing my name.” I chuckled a bit after that. It was funny, well, I sure thought so.
“Wow, you’re a dick.” She responded almost immediately with an angered tone.
“I know right!” I laughed as soon as I said that. I turned my head and started walking off. But as I was walking off. She grabbed my shoulder, I turned around.
“Bitch.” The next thing I saw was her fist coming at my face.
*SMACK* my head moved back a bit.
“Fuck you then.” She said, she took out a container of food out of her locker and threw it at me. As it hit my head, the food spilled out of it and all over my hair. You don’t fucking touch my hair. I closed my eyes, tensed my neck. My eyebrows began to twitch.
I looked up and down the hallway. Clear. I grabbed her neck and slammed her head against her locker. I pulled out my pocket knife. I put the knife against her throat, looking at her with crazed eyes, almost smiling.
“I will fucking rip your head off you bitch!” I shouted at her, the sentence was followed by a brief demonic cackle.
“Go ahead then, fucking pussy. Rip my he---“
I grabbed her hair with one hand and her arm in the other and swung her into the lockers on my left.
“Fuck you” She said, sarcastically. I hit her head onto the locker again. Her forehead was cut a bit now, the adrenalin started rushing, and blood... excites me. Wait, what’s that noise...?
Footsteps. I look at her and I say.
“You’re lucky” I pushed her head closer and whispered.
“You’re very, very lucky.” I bolted it away
“YOU BETTER RUN BITCH.” She screamed as I was running away.
“Fucking weirdo” I sprint off and begin the 10 minute journey home, pissed. My hair’s ruined and now I need to shower. Oh that bitch is going to pay for....
My phones ringing, God Damn it, it’s probably Elena.
“What do you want?” I said, rudely.
“Just calling, don’t forget to bring my bag; I forgot it at your house.”
“Ok, whatever man, I’ll see you when I see you.” I replied quickly.
“Why the hell are you always so pissed off Marcus?”
“Just be quiet please, I’ll speak to you soon.” Before I hung up she rushed in and said.
She started to talk, "Marcus... What’s wro-"
I hung up on her, mid sentence. I had better things to do than listen to her worry over me.
I sighed heavily and continued my journey home.
To be continued.
-------Chapter 1---------
"Marcus." the counsellor says in an irritated tone. "Marcus, are you listening?"
"Oh, sorry. I zoned out." I replied. This woman is beginning to get on my nerve, she bores me, everyone does.
"Shall we continue?" she said.
"Why of course, I'm here for a reason." I really didn't like the counsellor, the advice she gave me was horrible, and sometimes it doesn't even make sense... Just be you? What the on earth is that meant to mean? There's a guideline on how to be yourself that I missed? Gah, pathetic excuse for a human she is...
"What do you think you can do to improve in your pessimistic attitude?" she spoke in a serious tone now, as if she really gave a shit.
"ummm..." I stare at the air conditioner, it's pissing me off. The cold breeze isn't exactly my definition of soothing. "Well, I can compliment people more often?"
"Good!" why is she so happy, does she lack the ability to see someone fake an answer?
"Well then, can I go to class now?"
"No, you have to stay for a full period" Isn't that great, not only do I have to stay with this idiot, but I actually have to SPEAK with her.
"Well then, what should we talk about"
"Do you dream Marcus?"
"Of course, not very often though."
"What are they about?"
"Mutilating people, I never wake up from them, they're hardly nightmares, I seem to enjoy them."
"Oh really? Who are the people being mutilated?"
"My parents, girlfriend, friends. everyone."
"Oh, that's no good!" yay, she got something right. I should give her a star sticker with "Dumb shit of the day" written on it.
"Are you depressed Marcus? You seem very... sad"
"I'm not sad, I just tend to bottle anger in and emit it at times I see fit, it gives off the aura of a nefarious person, but it's not my true nature" No, the only thing I find normal in my true nature is selfishness.
"Well, that's good in a way, except the anger, is it prominent in your personality?"
"Yes, it is."
"Maybe I should enrol you in some classes that deal with anger, we got some right running right here at school."
"No thank you, I'm fine."
"I insist, I shall ask your mother to put you in them, your mental state isn't stable" Thanks for the heads up, I only noticed it several years ago.
"No, it's fine. You don't have to go to the trouble"
"It's no longer your choice, there is a chance you might hurt someone Marcus"
"That's great, you do know I won't co-operate, you're forcing me to do something I don't want."
"I told you at the start Marcus, if there's an issue here that could affect other people then I want none of it." Oh, she's really annoying.
"Well of course, you got that conclusion of a few dreams and my sarcastic answers, bravo counsellor."
"Excuse me, would you like me to inform your mother of your hostile stance?
"Go ahead, the faster I get out of here, the earlier I stop talking to you, the better."
"Oh stop being so rude, if you keep being rude I shall N-Award you and put you on pre suspension"
"I'm already on pre-suspension you stupid bitch"
"WELL THEN, I shall see to it that you're suspended." I grabbed my metal ruler from my bag, raised it, and started hacking at her head as she was turned around facing her computer screen. I dropped the ruler, it was too slow, I needed to feel the pain being inflicted, I grabbed her hair, smacked it downwards on the table, threw her on the floor and started kicking her head in, the beautiful splatters on the wall get me excited. After a minute, I grew tired of the beating, she was red with blood, it was exhilarating. Blood was over the walls and on my white shirt, my shoe soles that are originally white now drenched in a beautiful red.
I then grabbed my ruler, stabbed it into her stomach and pushed as hard as I can downwards, her guts fell out like Judas Iscariot when he hanged himself. I grabbed the intestines and licked it, but as I was doing that, the Door slams open.
"I heard some-" She fainted almost immediately; it seems the sight of a half open skull frightens her. Sad really, I quite liked the assistant; she was kind and gave me a salad sandwich for accepting to attempt the counselling.
Before I walked out of the room, I cleaned the soles of my shoes and then walked outside the counsellor’s office and towards the woodshop class I was supposed to have. Time for some more fun.
------Chapter 2----------
Snap.
I slowly walk down the hallway, empty, eerie. Just how I like it. People think I’m empty and lack sensitivity, I beg to differ. I have sensitivity; it's just dormant, numb. It's not visible; it's covered by these layers of anger that have slowly built up.
It's been years since the last time I’ve trusted someone, trust to me is over-rated. The people I’ve trusted have let me down, but never again. The only thing it's done was create a monster, an ego-centric, paranoid abomination. How can this mean anything to me anyway, I really can't feel a thing at all. I have this shadow following me, shrouding every step I take, making every promise empty. Making me point the finger at everyone just because I can. I’m trapped in my mind and I know it’s crazy, but hey. It’s not bad AT ALL.
2 minutes ago I was hacking at the skull of a counsellor because I lost my cool, but hey, if she was a good counsellor, she would've known not to piss off a person with one hell of a twisted disposition. As I was beating her head in, you could hear the bone creaking, the skulls definitive shape being cracked like an eggshell. Fun isn't the word I’d use for that theatrics back there, try.... Exciting.
"SHIT" I shouted. I forgot I left the assistant back there un-attended; I do not want the body of the counsellor to be found. I ran to the office as fast as I can, to see the assistants head decapitated.
"Hey Marcus, I thought I’d take care of your sloppy work...” Oh thank God... It was Alexis, my girlfriend. I guess she received that text I sent her while walking through the hallway.
"You do not know how much of a relief it is to see you here" I walked up to her and gave her a hand dragging the bodies into the counsellor’s bathroom.
"So, why did this happen?" She asked
"She pissed me off me guess. Did you enjoy decapitating the assistant?" I replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Pshhh. You're talking like it's the first time we've done it together"
"Well... I don't think this was as organised as our other... times"
"Please, you're talking like you don't enjoy it Marcus. You'd do it anywhere, anytime and to anyone. You don't love anyone but yourself."
"You're right, but you know I won't hurt you, you're my closest friend." I said, forcefully. She knows I will, and I know she will if the need for it arises. I don't 'love' her; I think she's more of an ego-boost than anything emotional. She seems to be more trusting though. I don't think she's paranoid like I am, but she's twisted maybe even more so than me...
"Mmm... Sure." I could see her eyes tear. Huh? She's crying. It seems I’ve said or done something.
"I didn't mean it that way; you know I 'love' you." I was lying through my teeth, it seemed as if she couldn't see through my lies though, and run up to me and embraced me.
"You're a good liar, but not good enough" she whispered. She then moved away and smiled. She mimed the words 'I love you'. She had a twisted smirk on her.
"Before I go, would you like my jacket to cover up that blood? It seems to frighten 'normal' people."
"Yes, yes I would." We walked outside the office together, grasping her hand tightly, she was the only person that understood me that I knew of. It seems the strange understand the strange for some reason I know not of, and I care not for knowing.
It seems we're bound not by emotion, but by practicality. Unconditional it seems. Bound because we accept each other perfectly, not because of our infinite care or admiration of that person’s traits.
We see no flaws in each other, and maybe that's what a relationship is meant to be like. But the inability to see these flaws doesn’t necessarily mean they’re not present in that person, something I should be well aware of.
We walked towards the exit of the school, it was fun when I and she hang out together, and we usually talk about things that make other peoples puke. It’s funny really. Something’s wrong only if you make it, and in my opinion, if it feels right, it shouldn’t be wrong.
I might not be the brightest person, but I know this for certain. Everyone’s a poser, a clone. When you step outside the social expectations of a person, everyone seems to dislike you for one reason or another, the most prominent being the fact that you’re different.
Sometimes I tell people to learn to swim. What does that mean? Well to me it’s drowning in your own ignorance and stupidity. In your rash judgments and statements said with full obliviousness of people’s emotions.
I don’t mind being the outcast; I try my hardest to be different. The fact is. I’m not normal, and I embrace it.
I’m not a clone.
I’m nothing but disturbed.
---------Chapter 3--------
2 years ago.
Bell rings, everyone rushes out of class. I take my time leaving, I prefer the halls empty. I seem to have a date with Elena today, I have to get home and prepare myself. I have a lot to look forward to tonight. I call her to check up.
“Hey Elena. Everything good for tonight?” I asked her.
“Yeah, sure, don’t be late like always” She said, insistently. Elena, my estranged, delusional girlfriend, seems to think I have some sort of feelings for her when my only fuel in this relationship is her above average physical attributes.
“Sure man, whatever.”
“No, this is the third time Marcus. Stop being selfish and actually make it this time.” She’s so damn clingy, get off my back woman.
“Ok, I get it; I’m on my way home right now.” I start moving towards the exit with haste.
As I’m walking out, I see some girl standing there, horrific fashion sense if you ask me. Black with fluoro pink!? She’s crazy. And what is up with the hair? Why the hell is it blue? Man, I need to talk some sense into this abomination... She’s turned around facing her locker. I approach silently. I get close enough and say loudly.
“A bit bright don’t you think?” I asked in a strongly sarcastic tone.
“Got a Problem?” She replied.
“Sort of. Other than the fact that you look like a glow in the dark stick with all that fluoro, no, I have no problem.”
“Do I really look like a give a shit about what you think, I’m not a follower, so I dress like that to be different, don’t you think we should all ?”
“Sure? I admire your spirit, but aren’t there other ways to be different?”
“Do you have any suggestions?” She asked, she then proceeded to look at me with a very serious, critical look.
“Why do you even want to be so different?” I tried to avoid the question, I didn’t have anything to say about another way to be different, and it seems that your appearance does really matter nowadays.
“I like to think it’s because I’m not afraid of being different.”
“What makes you different; to me you seem like an attention seeker.” She’s very interesting indeed, I want to speak for longer, but I have to cut this short I have a date with Elena.
“Attention seeker? You’re funny Mr.... (She pauses, expecting me to say my name)”
“I don’t think such an idiot deserves the luxury of knowing my name.” I chuckled a bit after that. It was funny, well, I sure thought so.
“Wow, you’re a dick.” She responded almost immediately with an angered tone.
“I know right!” I laughed as soon as I said that. I turned my head and started walking off. But as I was walking off. She grabbed my shoulder, I turned around.
“Bitch.” The next thing I saw was her fist coming at my face.
*SMACK* my head moved back a bit.
“Fuck you then.” She said, she took out a container of food out of her locker and threw it at me. As it hit my head, the food spilled out of it and all over my hair. You don’t fucking touch my hair. I closed my eyes, tensed my neck. My eyebrows began to twitch.
I looked up and down the hallway. Clear. I grabbed her neck and slammed her head against her locker. I pulled out my pocket knife. I put the knife against her throat, looking at her with crazed eyes, almost smiling.
“I will fucking rip your head off you bitch!” I shouted at her, the sentence was followed by a brief demonic cackle.
“Go ahead then, fucking pussy. Rip my he---“
I grabbed her hair with one hand and her arm in the other and swung her into the lockers on my left.
“Fuck you” She said, sarcastically. I hit her head onto the locker again. Her forehead was cut a bit now, the adrenalin started rushing, and blood... excites me. Wait, what’s that noise...?
Footsteps. I look at her and I say.
“You’re lucky” I pushed her head closer and whispered.
“You’re very, very lucky.” I bolted it away
“YOU BETTER RUN BITCH.” She screamed as I was running away.
“Fucking weirdo” I sprint off and begin the 10 minute journey home, pissed. My hair’s ruined and now I need to shower. Oh that bitch is going to pay for....
My phones ringing, God Damn it, it’s probably Elena.
“What do you want?” I said, rudely.
“Just calling, don’t forget to bring my bag; I forgot it at your house.”
“Ok, whatever man, I’ll see you when I see you.” I replied quickly.
“Why the hell are you always so pissed off Marcus?”
“Just be quiet please, I’ll speak to you soon.” Before I hung up she rushed in and said.
She started to talk, "Marcus... What’s wro-"
I hung up on her, mid sentence. I had better things to do than listen to her worry over me.
I sighed heavily and continued my journey home.
To be continued.