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A Perfect Crime

Short story By: Agatha Skottie
Horror



An excerpt.


Submitted:Mar 20, 2014    Reads: 73    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Charlie Davis: Locked me in a bathroom for two hours with a clogged toilet.

Mary Townsend: Invited me to parties annually, only to turn me away at the door because I didn't fit the "look she was going for."

Erica Blake: Shoved gum in my hair 2nd period every day for two years.

Monica Silvers: Took my glasses numerous times and did various monstrosities to them, including, but not limited to, breaking them, throwing them in the lunch lady's chili, flushing them down a toilet, and sneezing on them.

Nikos Reed: All of high school, every time any class disected anything, stuffed them in my lunchbox.

Luke Swanay: Had put posters all over the school, in the school paper, and even on the website expressing my fantasies and virginity.

Chris Jameson: Started a club that solely revolved around making awkward memes of me.

Clyde Parker: Signed me up for various dating sites, the tweeting every day that I didn't have any hits.

Eric Mass: Stood by and watched everything go on, encouraged it, and laughed at it.

I walked the halls of the hotel quietly, taking in the sweet voices of the people as they enjoyed their stay. They all reminded me of her. Even the soft clank of my boots reminded me of the pitter patter her feet made as she used to walk up and down the stairs at my apartment.

But she was gone now, taken from me in what seemed like a blink of my eye. It was funny how life did that to you sometimes: take what you loved most just to see how you would react. Well I knew exactly how to react-- and it wasn't any different than any way I had before. I no longer had anything to live for, so I decided to take away what mattered most to a specific group that had done me wrong. Lucky for me, my graduation class's first year reunion was taking place that night, so everything was going to fit in just right. The perfect crime.

They had been told I had moved away as soon as I graduated. I was disguised in a way that to me only came natural. I was myself for the first time, and nobody could judge me. Not this time. No other time.

I continued to pace down the hall until I finally approached the dining hall. I opened the door and casually walked in. Nobody noticed me. They couldn't see my obscurities under my long coat or the fact that my eyes weren't necessarily right from behind my glasses. I let my eyes scan the room at the varioous twenty somethings as they drank, cut up, caught up, and ate. I couldn't hel pbut smile as I lookd for my friends, but then I remembered, I didn't have any. My friend was gone, somewhere far away (so far away I would probably never gain access.) I couldn't help but laugh.

"Um, sir, where would you like to sit?" a guy I recognized as Charlie Davis, a class nerd asked me.

"Oh, I'm fine standing like this," I said with a slick smile.

He nodded and smiled. "Would you like a drink?"

"How about a... Bloody Mary sound good?"

"I'll be right back with that."

So I stood there, motionless, watching everyone enjoy their time as I patiently waited for my drink. When Charlie brought it to me, I sipped it slowly and enjoyed the tomato sliding down my throat. A bell rang and suddenly, Eric Mass took to a podium.

Eric was the guy everyone liked, excluding me. Senior class president, football captain, rich, honor roll; Eric had it all. Funny thing was, even now, at twenty-three, he stil did. Hot fiance, steady job, getting ready to be a doctor, trust fund, I could go on. I hated Eric more than anyone I had ever met.

"Welcome back, Class of 2012!" he yelled as everyone stood up and cheered. "How has your first five years in the real world?"

"V-I-C-T-O-R-Y!" a group of former cheer leaders bellowed. Mary Townsend stood out to me specifically. Cheer Captain, had been her best friend, now in Harvard Law.

"So, Elmsworth High, I am so pleased to be here," he started. I stood up, wondering why nobody had commented on my getup yet. Everyone was so focused on Eric. I mentally locked every door. They clicked. I began to circle behind him as slickly as my legs would allow.

"So, Tigers, let's do a little cheer!" he roared. The crowd erupted. "What's your fovorite color?" he roared.

The crowd cheered back "Maroon and--"

BANG.

Eric hit the floor. His head was carefully set in a pile of blood. The cheers became screams. The laughter became tears. Everyone ran to the door, but were shocked when they realized it wouldn't open.

"Everybody go right back to your seats," I said from the podium, dropping my coat and glasses. Funny thing was, nobody would recognize me, because I was really me now. I wasn't quite human. I wasn't quite demon. I was just inbetween.

Susan Brown looked up at me, and her eyes met with mine. She caught on to me. I shot her next.

"Let's talk, guys," I said rather calmly. They could have been glued to their seats.

"Now you all loved Eric, didn't you?"

"We still love him, R--" Brett Calron started. Shoot.

"Anyways, you all loved Eric. It's funny to think that well, none of you loved me. None of you loved anyone like me. Not the way I loved her."

Erica Blake, Monica Silvers, Nikos Reed, Luke Swanay, Chris Jameson, and Clyde Parker all manage to find reasons to get shot, even if it wasn't vocally.

"But the funny thing is, the time I finally am given something to love, that loves me back even as a friend, something has to come and ruin it. Somthing or someone had to come take her away from me, and now I'm here to take something you love away from you, but just think about how much easier this would be if one of you had just stood up for me? How hard would that have been? Were the swirlies, beatings, and jokes you made of me really worth it?

"No, my dear peers, they weren't, because now you're losing things more important than good grades, a school election, or popularity. You're losing something more valuable-- the life of one of your dear friends.

"You see, I never fit in from the time I first started school. I knew I was different. I knew I didn't look like everyone else, so guess what I did? I disguised myself to look just like one of you, but naturally, I still wasn't right. No, I wasn't ever quite right to you guys.

"When I met her, things changed. She had never said a cruel word to me. She had never once hurt me or looked at me funny. No, she knew I was still human, that I still had feelings, even if I was a weirdo. She was perfect in every sense: gorgeous, kind, smart, funny. She was my everything, until something.... or perhaps someone, stole her from me. That's why I am here today. You see, God took away the only thing that showed me compassion. Now I don't know how. So I have to get rid of the ones of you that made my life worse."

And to make it the worst it could be in that minute, someone and her daughter looked at me with eyes that screamed, "This guy is heinous." I raised a different type of gun and pulled the trigger. I was going to use it or something else originally, but I couldn't resist myself. Bullet after bullet ran through their chests until all that remained was blood and guts.

"DO YOU THINK I'M SERIOUS NOW?" I bellowed, panting and scanning the room. What had become silence was no petrified screams. I just stood there and I laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

Until a hand was placed on my shoulder.

It was my partner in crime, friend of fear, and the onloy person I ever respected.

Syndee was a bad man.

Almost as bad as me.

Maybe worse.

"I thought you knew better, you silly Neller."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He grinned. "I thought you knew the first ruleof crime. Don't leave any witnesses."




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