Psychopath

[pieface101 285]

Warning: Read at your own discretion. Some sections of this story may be found gory or alarming. 

 

Psychopath

 

I'm a dead man.

 

Dead ever since I first pulled out that knife, when it was more silver than rust colored. Dead ever since the day I let hatred control my thoughts. Dead the moment I was born, when my genes told me to retaliate rather than walk away. Dead the day I decided to experiment. Dead the day I chose to deviate from the societal norm, the rigid path imposed upon every functional member of society, and wander off the beaten trail. Indeed, my coffin has been a constant companion before I even knew it existed.

 

I've just been luckier than most. You can't gamble with Death. In the end, he always wins. It's a lesson I learned the hard way. Many others, too, tried to gamble with him. They all failed. Yet I refused to accept history. Why? Stubbornness. Ignorance. Qualities shamed upon by society.

 

A voice shakes me out of my reverie. "Nile Warner. You have committed just about every crime that warrants your immediate execution. What do you have to say for yourself?"

 

I look up, but instead of a courtroom, I see a mud-soaked field with officials sitting in the bleachers, upon a backdrop of grey sky. Rain soaks my clothes, while the cold air bites at my cheeks. At this point, I'm begging for them to get it over with. There are a few volunteers who know how to shoot a gun that are now aiming their barrels at my head. Only one of the guns are loaded, so that no one will know who shot me. Clearly, they don't care where they hit me, as some of the men and boys have trouble holding the heavy hunting rifles. Poverty has a way of doing things like that to a town.

 

"Well, Nile. If you have nothing to say, then we will continue with your immediate execution. I'm afraid-"

 

"Wait."

 

I'm not sure how to continue. That I'm sorry? That would be a lie. "I would just like everyone to know that I regret nothing. I am pleased with what I did, actually."

 

I look one official in the eye. "I would like to say that I'm sorry about your son. The truth is, I'm not. Really, it was quite the pleasure. I will die a happy man. Just like my father did."

 

Much to my delight, he looks away in disgust. The volunteers clearly look like they would rather be anywhere else than listen to me speak. However, town laws dictate that a convict, no matter how despicable, should be allowed to say his final words.

 

So I look at another person I recognize and continue. "It was your sister wasn't it? 24? Pregnant? Man, were her screams music to my ears."

 

She too, turns around and begins picking at something out of my vision.

 

"That's enough." says an official coldly. "If you have nothing to say, then we will proceed with the-"

 

I cut her off. "Elizabeth. What a pleasure. We were classmates in 5th Grade, remember?"

 

"As you clearly have nothing to say, I believe we may-"

 

"Nothing to say? You are mistaken. I have not yet finished my apologies."

 

"Apologies? You filthy scum. I hope you roast in hell. No, I know you will roast in hell."

 

I laugh, a gurgling, hysterical, laugh. The last laugh my victims heard. The last sound really, other than the sound of a knife and their own screaming. "Oh, so I deserve to roast in hell. What about you? What about your 5th Grade... pals? Huh? 'You ******, you'll never have any friends'. Who said that, huh? Who gave me these pleasant scars that I still carry today? Who blackmailed me so I couldn't tell anyone about anything? Not you and your angelic friends who should be in heaven, no?"

 

Her face turns a bright shade of red. I'm very familiar with that color, although a darker hue. I laugh again, louder, covering the yards between us in a matter of seconds, drowning out the pattering of rain.

 

"Do you really believe that your malignant tactics will save you?"

 

I laugh again, choking on my own saliva. "No. I don't care if you shoot me right now. Just know that doing so won't change anything. 'An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind', as my friend Mahatma Gandhi once said."

 

"How dare you quote Gandhi you filthy... piece..."

 

"What? Out of words?" I grin.

 

"Shoot him."

 

There is a loud crack and suddenly I am writhing on the ground, my limbs flailing, screaming my head off. Not a very proud way to die, sure, but as spots swim before my eyes and I die from blood loss through my stomach, it is excusable.

 

I inhale, then slowly exhale, calming myself down. It's hard as I gasp for breath, taking in air rasping and wheezing, while my stomach feels like it is ripping apart. They really wanted me to have a painful death. As my energy fades away, I force myself to turn and look at the officials. They are smiling smugly. "What... a... d... despicable... way... t-to kill.. a man." I spit out, before butterflies obscure my vision.

 

Butterflies. How fitting. After all, that's how it all started.

 

And then I'm falling down a long, long, tunnel and there's nothing at the other end.

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Somewhere, a mother weeps for the once beautiful son she knew.

 

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Epilogue

 

A child tugs at his father's hand. There is a giant stone memorial, carved out of rough marble, sitting on a pedestal. Inscribed are hundreds of names. Children climb the memorial, laughing, without a care in the world.

 

"Daddy, what are the names on the rock for?"

 

"They're the names of the people killed." replies the father.

 

"Who killed them?"

 

"Nile Warner."

 

"Why?"

 

"Hatred."

 

"What were his last words?"

 

"Screaming."

 

 

 

Authors note: OK, I did not originally plan on writing this, but yeah. Like, stuff happened. I know, a very unorthodox story to tell, and a very unpleasant one too. And no, I'm not writing a sequel to this, so I'll leave you to speculate in the comments.

Edited January 31, 2017 by Blackdrakon30

[Blackdrakon30 2,943]

- Added warning notice on top

 

Approved.

[sirogo 3,624]

Impressive job !  ^_^

[Ninja 10,468]

Damn nice story, one of the few I've read on the forum.

[tweezers 1,034]

I don't know whether to be impressed or scared.

 

Absolutely brilliant job anyway :D

[Crip 4,735]

Great!

 

Reminds me a bit of Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th series.Similar sort of character.

 

Please keep it up :)

[mydoom.exe 5,154]

You impress us once again.

[Penguin40 1,714]

Nice, but cause I know basically nothing ahead or behind in the whole story, kinda bored me. Would be awesome if that happens tho, but nice (and creepy) piece m8!

[Mrbro 241]

Nice job :)

[Crip 4,735]

Nice, but cause I know basically nothing ahead or behind in the whole story, kinda bored me. Would be awesome if that happens tho, but nice (and creepy) piece m8!

:huh: English translation pls? :P :P

 

But seriously, what did you actually mean?

[NERF836 202]

Wow....

 

I read this right before I have to go to bed :o

 

Great job!!

Edited February 1, 2017 by NERF836

[Penguin40 1,714]

:huh: English translation pls? :P :P

 

But seriously, what did you actually mean?

i mean, I want this to be a series cause its boring at the present stage... :P

[pieface101 285]

I read this right before I have to go to bed :o

Sweet dreams pumpkin...  :)

 

IK it's really late but I just came up with this perfect creepy comment.

[NERF836 202]

Sweet dreams pumpkin :)

O_O 'K thanks... pumpkin :ph34r: