Bully, the story of a victim gone too far.
The following is a story of bullying, and when the victim goes too far with revenge. This is an example of why bullying should stop, so nobody can go too far, because it is possible that the victims can get violent. This is an example of an insane kid picked on repeatedly and goes too far. The following is also not a true story but contains extreme violence, do not read if you are squeamish
But if your a bully, read it. Read what happens. Read every word.
You have been warned. And don't flame me if its too violent, i am proud of this.
The kid looks down upon his plate, his food of which seems delicious. He grabs his fork and prepares to dive into his delicacy, when his head is grabbed and planted into food, painting himself with his would be lunch. The entire cafeteria laughs at his embarrassment.
Everyone but him, he makes a fist in anger. He no longer has tears of sorrow from the bullies, he only has rage. His anger rises on an imaginary meter of rage, which is past its limit. Years of anger surpassed the meter.
Each year of his dammed school with his dammed bullies. He thinks with his rage now, which drives him into insanity. 'They'll pay,'he thinks,'yes, they will all pay!' The bell rings and he walks to the library, his mind deep in thought. The boy goes to the computers, but only those isolated from everyone else, while they only play their computer games and emails, he hacks the computer, a skill he knows well. He is extremely intelligent, and he has practiced this skill for his years of rage. He knew an age ago he needed to increase his smartness by adding the knowledge of machinery, computing, and hacking. He practiced this every day on the games he knows of, and passed with flying 1s and 0s. With the knowledge he now has, his intelligence added to rage equals a deadly combination.
He hacks the school system with ease, bypassing the security firewalls with swift timing. He looks to the addresses of his fellow students. Of which his mind writes down. All of the bullies will die tonight. 'The Jocks who mocked me, the cheerleaders who shun me, the popular kids who tease me, they will pay for my torture of this hellhole.' He thinks as he writes the information. 'and if new ones show up...i'll take them down too.'
Every address of every bully is now in the hands of a dangerous, insane little kid.
The bell rings as he finishes, right on time. He continues his classes. Looking over at the bullies. The bullies mess with the boy by throwing paper balls at his face. His rage burns within his heart, as he clenches his fist, nails digging into his hand. Light drips of blood run down his hand, dousing his finger digging into it slowly. The blood seeps in between his nails, while the rest drop to the ground. He ignores it, for this hasn't been the first time he's done damage to himself. The cuts upon his arms give his bullies ammunition for a war of mocking.
The bell rings for the school to end and so the teasing resumes. Always calling him the most hurtful things that shan't be said from anyone's lips. The kid smirks and just walks to his mother's car. He looks at his hands as they drive a long road. He smiles at the marks on him, as if he's proud of the pain.
As they arrive the little boy pretends to be a good, sweet little boy to his mother, with his kind face that suggests sweetness and innocence, even though deep down inside lies an insane child, with an extreme,murderous, bloodthirsty rage. one that burns for his enemies.
His mother sits to watch tv as he himself sits in his room, waiting for her to sleep. His patience grows thin, eager to get his revenge with the bullies, But he hears his mother walk to her bedroom and is filled with happiness. But he has to be sure, he doesnt want to be caught on his murder spree, so he goes to check, and sees his mother in a deep slumber. He smirks and closes the door, now he can begin his plan of terror.
He walks into the basement where his dad keeps his guns and fisherman equipment. he takes a simple pistol along with its ammunition, and loads it, clicks the safety so that he doesn't shoot himself accidentally, and puts it in his pocket. His father, being a fisherman, is currently out at sea, but there are still some fish hooks of which he takes. Some of the hooks being tiny, some being the size of his hand.
He takes a large spear, which is so sharp that even a little slide over it will cut you deeply. Some of the hooks he takes are as large as his head, with rusted blood painted on them from his fathers fishing work. These are his tools of murder and rage.
He walks out of the room and closes the door silently. He walks to the bowl where his mom put the keys and takes them.Then walks out of his home, and into his mother's car, where he inserts the keys, and drives away, remembering the exact location of the bullies.
The boy has OCD, so he made a list of whom to pick off first. He decides to start with the jocks. The big sports loving kids who think they are the top guns at the school. They believe they can never be beat, they were wrong.
He drives into a local neighborhood, nearby the school. This neighborhood is filled with kids from his school, and it gives him quicker time. He stops the car under a tree by the neighborhood, so it wont be seen easily, and walks to the first house.
He picks the lock in the back, and creeps in. He pulls out one of the hooks and walks quietly and sneakily toward to the first bullies bedroom, and walks in. His smirk appears again as he looks at the jock, whose mouth is wide open from snoring.
The boy raises the hook, and jabs it down inside of his mouth, arching it so that it goes into his skull. Blood pours onto the hook, as he tries to scream. But the boy doesn't let go. He pushes it further into the bully, whose struggle weakens and he finally dies. He looks at the bullies dying eyes, which are filled a deep fear. He takes the jammed hook out of the bully,smiles, and walks out of the house. He looks around and uses the shadows to sneak towards his next target and enters the house next door. He pulls out the spear as he opens the unlocked door, and creeps into the bedroom of another jock. He raises the spear and jams it into the jocks skull, he immediately dies. Blood gets smashed onto the walls, dripping down like a bloody rain. He sighs unhappy with the result, but relieved that the jock is silenced.
He wanted his enemies to see him, to see the kid they mocked be the weapon of their demise. It disappoints him that it was a quick death, he wanted to see fear in their dying eyes, fear of him. So he takes the spear and begins walking, when he sees the jocks mother awake and walking about, holding a bat for defense.
He picks the spear up again, and looks at the mother, while shrouded in darkness, his face full of seriousness, and says,"it's not your fault, you poor thing...but you must die now." The mother looks around, frightened for her life, and begins running to the door.
She never made it.
He leaps out of the shadows of the night and throws the spear into the mother's chest, who tries to scream, but he runs to her and grips her throat with out any mercy. Her hands reach for her throat and try to push him off, and fails, for his grasp constrict her and stops her breath. Her hands suddenly fall and her eyes shut. Her heart has stopped and died with her. He lies her down and takes the spear, and walks out. This is a continuous process. The evil little boy with a face so nice and innocent that could get him out of anything, and a mind so evil it boarders on insanity. The boy tortures his victims. He puts tiny hooks in some of them and pulls the hooks, leaving them to bleed to death. He jabs hooks into the eyes of his victims to make them blind, and rips out their eyes. And these were only the jocks.
He didn't have a lot of problem with cheerleaders. Only 3 of them had ever made fun of him, but it was brutal. The first house he sees is a small home, no security. His watch reads 2:00 so he knows he must hurry. He pulls on his bloody spear, which drips with blood, and enters quietly. He easily finds her room and smirks, all 3 of his enemies were there for A sleepover. 'A sleepover?' He thinks.'oh they'll sleep alright, they will sleep permanently, and never wake up.' He walks in and grabs his spear, and jabs the first one into her skull, killing her on impact. He takes his bloody hooks and jams it into the other girls's throats, disabling them to scream. He steps on their heads violently, kicking and smashing their skulls to pieces. He stops to catch his breathe, then takes the hooks quietly. He he gets the spear and pulls it out, which drips more blood. He still couldn't believe his luck of three in one. It has made his problem much quicker. He checked his watch, it said 2:17, he is ahead of schedule. Time for the popular kids.
The popular kids, the cool kids who are just popular for respect. They lie, they cheat, and they act like they are the best kids ever. Alot of the girls dress like sluts, with their make up and their see through clothes, and they always boss around and get in fights with other kids, and the kids they fought get blamed. The boys act so tough and suck up to the teachers and principals. They get in fights, but whomever they blame is the one in trouble.
Now they are the ones in trouble. The boy sneaks into the first home, and pulls out the bloody hook, when he realizes the girl in the home is awake, but a drunk, nearing fainting. This makes it almost as easy if she was sleeping. He walks closer to her, holding the hook, and stabs her in the skull, blood splashing onto the ground. A quick death, yet painful. And so like the death he moves onto his next kill, a spear to the heart, then the next, a hook to the neck. The next, a hook to the mouth, jammed inside them. But there is his one that he hates the most, Hannah Clayton, the one that mocked him the most. The one that pulled his pants down, the one that pushed him into a door and gave him a black eye, the one he hates the most.
His last kill.
He will savor it like it was a delicious meal, cooked by a master chef. This will be his master kill.
The last kill....
He sneaks into the home, holding a piece of duct tape, and wearing a blood covered grin. He walks quietly and finds her room, and sees her sleeping. He holds the duct tape and grins hugely, and tapes it over her mouth, she noticed and awoke, but its too late. He picks up a hook and jams it into her thigh, causing her to scream. Her scream is muffled by the duct tape. He smirks and takes the tiny hooks, and jams every one of them in her, in her arm, in her face, her stomach, her legs, and he pulls them. He tortures her. For all she did. He pulls harder and lets the skin pull with, peeling it off and letting her blood ooze out, and letting her cry in pain. He laughs to himself, not helping himself anymore, for which he cannot stop, he laughs loudly as she tries to scream, insanity gone too far into his head. He finally prepares for her to die. He raises the large hook, and slashes her throat, and watches as her last breathe is heard. He hears talking and sees lights come on, hes been caught. He pulls out the gun, and starts running.
'The parents must have heard me...dammit!' He thinks, he hears a siren as he runs outside, and sees red and blue lights. They know! He runs as fast as he can, and hides in the shadows. He starts slowly walking, crouching so he is never seen, he is just a shadow. this is a time wasting maneuver, but it ensures his safety. a smart move for they never saw him, and he makes it to the hiding place of the vehicle, the time took an hour, he reads his blood covered watch: 5:20 it reads. The vehicle is still there, nobody near, nobody noticed. He hops in and drives to his house, and parks the car. Its like nothing ever happened.
At least until tomorrow.
He goes inside his home, and sits in his bedroom, still holding the gun. The time: 5:57, right on time. 3 minutes later, the alarm sounds, his mother awakens. His mind races in remembrance. He used to tell her, that the bullies wouldn't stop.
She did nothing. Nothing to stop them. Didn't tell the principal. Nothing.
A new target opens. And is across the house. His mother. He stands up, anger rising. He holds the gun, and walks to her room. Shes standing up, and looks at him, a bewildered and horrified face comes upon her, before she can speak, he shoots her. Right then and there, he raises the gun and kills her. No word was said, just a sound.
The sirens return. And now he has no escape,
No way out.
Except a gun, and a car.
The police come and aim at the home, knowing the danger.
The kid of insanity opens the door....
And opens fire.
A cop falls, bleeding.
One cop goes into cover,
And one cop fires back.
The kid looks at his watch, the time is 6:30.
"Right on time..." He says.
The kid, with 4 shots left, and aims the gun at himself.
This is the way the world has become in schools. A boy gone insane, and a lot of bodies payed.
All because he was bullied, and no one helped him. The sad part is, this is the first time he was cared about, the caring is hatred. In a way that is how he was cared for, with hatred. Nothing has changed in that factor.
Because nobody loved him in the first place. A rage was built, and unleashed.
Report on the 'Bully' case files:
Subject : Jack Bellows.
Age : 16
Crime : countless murders of adolescents. Theft. Carjacking.
Status : killed in firefight, suicide.
The case has been closed, and put into Classified, so the public doesn't react strongly.
On some days, you can hear the cries of the people killed, and the sharpening of a hook.
And the ghost Jack Bellows, reveals himself only to those who bully. And he appears all over the globe.
He may even be after you. If your a bully, change your ways and be kind.
Or else, The ghost of Jack Bellows will find you.