This Is How We Like To Do It In The Murder Scene!, chapter 1
"Psst." Tash passed me a note. I opened it up, and scanned it briefly. 'Meeting at Ray's house, 8.30 tonight,' it read. I gave her the thumbs up sign to show I understood. I nudged Frankie and whispered the message into his ear. You may be thinking that we are meeting up to drink alcohol, smoke some dope and hang out or whatever, like most teenagers, but you would be very wrong in thinking that. Because, as you will discover, we are not like most teenagers. In the slightest. Because, we are...murderers.
A lot of kids give us shit. A lot of them. So we 'sort 'em out', using our own method. It works better than useless insults, or simple physical techniques... It wipes them from your life altogether. And, when you are quite used to killing a human being, it becomes much of a thrill with each bone you break, each time you pull the trigger. It's pretty much like a drug; dangerous, and addictive. And a HELL of a lot of fun.
Finally, the bell rang which indicated the end of the period. There was the usual sound of chairs scraping across the linoleum flooring, and the teacher's voice struggling to be heard above the constant chatter, reminding us that we had homework due on Monday. Charming.
Tash, Frank and I met up with the rest of our friends. That consisted of Krissy, Bob, Lis, Gerard, Mabz, Ray and Mikey. A while ago, we had decided that we couldn't fully trust anyone who was not within our little group of friends, nor have a relationship with anyone else. So from the time that decision had been made, Tash and Frank had been dating, Lis and Gerard, Bob and Krissy, Ray and Mabz and Mikey and I. We all suited one another very well. And as for Ray and Mabz, pfft, they couldn't keep their hands OFF each other (isn't that right Mabz xD).
"So y'all good for tonight then?" Lis asked excitedly. It wasn't anything special, but Lis always got excited on the subject of murder...stuff like that. We all nodded and just sort of looked at each other for the next few minutes in an awkward silence, with no-one having anything relevant to say. Suddenly Mikey was hit on the back of the head with a stone...or was it a rock?!
"OW!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head in pain.
"Haha! Stupid nerd!" some 'chav' yelled.
"We'll soon see who's a 'stupid nerd', won't we...?" Frank muttered in his 'revenge-is-sweet' tone. "You okay dude?"
"Yeah," Mikey nodded and I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a quick kiss. Soon we had to go to our next class though, and for me that was...PE. Blegh.
Tash was the only member of my close friends that was in my PE class, so we headed over to the PE block together, and entered the changing room. I changed quickly into my long black canvas shorts and Green Day 'Warning' t-shirt. "And then she was like 'yeah he's so totally cute' so I was like 'oh my God, no way' and then he was like -"
"And then I was like SHIT THE FUCK UP!" Tash yelled, causing the 'popular' girl who had previously been speaking to jump in surprise. The girl, or prototype, drew Tash a death stare before continuing with her story in a quieter tone.
We lined up in the lobby and the teacher began sorting us into two teams for football. I'm quite fast at running, and can kick a ball hard, but I hate football because nobody ever passes the ball to you when you are an 'outcast'. So I didn't even take part properly; I mean, what's the point? The teacher blew her poxy whistle at me and yelled at me to at least TRY. I was trying. Trying my hardest to resist pulling out a shotgun and shooting the damn bitch of a teacher down dead. But, I ended up leaving that class with a detention, nonetheless. Absolutely brilliant (note the sarcasm).
"Gah I HATE PE, those bitches are so annoying, screaming if they break a fucking nail, while being fucking hypocrites and hitting you on the back of the head with the damn ball," Tash complained.
"They need taught a lesson," I said and we both grinned evilly.
"In time though," Tash said. "One a week, that's the limit."
"Yeah... So I guess it'll be the 'head chav' tonight then?" I asked.
"Likely," Tash replied.
"Cool."
A lot of kids give us shit. A lot of them. So we 'sort 'em out', using our own method. It works better than useless insults, or simple physical techniques... It wipes them from your life altogether. And, when you are quite used to killing a human being, it becomes much of a thrill with each bone you break, each time you pull the trigger. It's pretty much like a drug; dangerous, and addictive. And a HELL of a lot of fun.
Finally, the bell rang which indicated the end of the period. There was the usual sound of chairs scraping across the linoleum flooring, and the teacher's voice struggling to be heard above the constant chatter, reminding us that we had homework due on Monday. Charming.
Tash, Frank and I met up with the rest of our friends. That consisted of Krissy, Bob, Lis, Gerard, Mabz, Ray and Mikey. A while ago, we had decided that we couldn't fully trust anyone who was not within our little group of friends, nor have a relationship with anyone else. So from the time that decision had been made, Tash and Frank had been dating, Lis and Gerard, Bob and Krissy, Ray and Mabz and Mikey and I. We all suited one another very well. And as for Ray and Mabz, pfft, they couldn't keep their hands OFF each other (isn't that right Mabz xD).
"So y'all good for tonight then?" Lis asked excitedly. It wasn't anything special, but Lis always got excited on the subject of murder...stuff like that. We all nodded and just sort of looked at each other for the next few minutes in an awkward silence, with no-one having anything relevant to say. Suddenly Mikey was hit on the back of the head with a stone...or was it a rock?!
"OW!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head in pain.
"Haha! Stupid nerd!" some 'chav' yelled.
"We'll soon see who's a 'stupid nerd', won't we...?" Frank muttered in his 'revenge-is-sweet' tone. "You okay dude?"
"Yeah," Mikey nodded and I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a quick kiss. Soon we had to go to our next class though, and for me that was...PE. Blegh.
Tash was the only member of my close friends that was in my PE class, so we headed over to the PE block together, and entered the changing room. I changed quickly into my long black canvas shorts and Green Day 'Warning' t-shirt. "And then she was like 'yeah he's so totally cute' so I was like 'oh my God, no way' and then he was like -"
"And then I was like SHIT THE FUCK UP!" Tash yelled, causing the 'popular' girl who had previously been speaking to jump in surprise. The girl, or prototype, drew Tash a death stare before continuing with her story in a quieter tone.
We lined up in the lobby and the teacher began sorting us into two teams for football. I'm quite fast at running, and can kick a ball hard, but I hate football because nobody ever passes the ball to you when you are an 'outcast'. So I didn't even take part properly; I mean, what's the point? The teacher blew her poxy whistle at me and yelled at me to at least TRY. I was trying. Trying my hardest to resist pulling out a shotgun and shooting the damn bitch of a teacher down dead. But, I ended up leaving that class with a detention, nonetheless. Absolutely brilliant (note the sarcasm).
"Gah I HATE PE, those bitches are so annoying, screaming if they break a fucking nail, while being fucking hypocrites and hitting you on the back of the head with the damn ball," Tash complained.
"They need taught a lesson," I said and we both grinned evilly.
"In time though," Tash said. "One a week, that's the limit."
"Yeah... So I guess it'll be the 'head chav' tonight then?" I asked.
"Likely," Tash replied.
"Cool."
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