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It was too late for him. His final decision was a blast of energy that surged through our safe walls. We never thought anyone could be pushed this far. Before it went down the day was normal. We practiced our normal ritual of passing lockers and yelling down the hall for friends. We did not notice that our jokes went beneath the layers of some people. They didn't care. It was high school and nobody was offended. Right? Sometimes a man can be pushed so far before he starts pushing back. With some this is easy. They are pushed a certain amount and then they push back lightly. Others are pushed, pushed some more, pushed some more, and then one terrible day everyone realizes that he was just waiting for an explosion to push back.
The kid wasn't anyone special. Just a normal kid with a normal life. His hell was chosen by those around him and it got to him. They made fun of him for no reason at all. He never fought back. Never tried once to defend himself against the audible torment. He went about his day saying nothing. Doing nothing to make them stop. Nobody saw what was coming next.
One terrible morning this kid, nobody special, walks into school with a black trench coat on. The leather reaching towards his ankles. Underneath the leather was death. The kid took his time. He was in no hurry. He found his tormentors. They looked at him with raised eyebrows. Thinking to themselves was the question. What is he doing? He has never made this kind of move before. And where did he get that leather trench coat? The kid unzips his coat and reveals a shotgun. While doing so the others could see other weaponry. They would have the misfortune of not living that long to feel the bullets from the additional hardware lying underneath.
It didn't take much time at all. Shotgun blasts with spread shot, peppered the students with lead. They fell back against the lockers staining them with fresh blood. Their bodies made a sickening umph sound when hitting the floor. All the while other students are screaming high pitched wails and ducking for cover. Once the tormentors were dead, the kid walked silently to the front doors, dropping his weapons onto the floor along the way. Making a clanging sound as they hit the ground he felt no remorse.
Once the police arrived they found him sitting on the curb waiting for them. He gave no struggle. At the trial he pleaded not guilty from the start. No long trial, no publicity. Quick and simple. Just like the task. At his sentencing, the judge asked the kid if he had anything to say on his behalf before they carried out the sentence. The kid said, "all that needs to be said is what's done is done. The students I killed received what they deserved. I showed them no leniency." He looked right at the parents into their eyes. "I have no remorse for what I have done. School sanctions would never had carried out justice. Given the same 'don't let them bother you' speech does not work. Everyday being tormented. Try it and see how it feels. I killed them. I am glad they are dead. Perhaps, through this deed that I have done, others will realize what they are doing and stop. Maybe not. But if one group of students stop harassing one kid somewhere, then my deed has brought some good into this world."
After the kid stopped the whole courtroom was shocked. The judge carried out the sentence. Penalty of death by injection. Two months later the kid was injected and put to death in a federal prison. Perhaps the kid brought some good. Maybe not. Hopefully, through this evil story of horror, perhaps at least one kid somewhere will be saved from a hell of torment. Perhaps that kid will have a chance at life. The only way for that to happen, is through change.
Written by:
Kevin Stark Friday, November 12, 2004
"Victims ... aren't we all?" -- The Crow
"Childhood's over the moment you know you're going to die." -- The Crow
"I once heard a wise man say: There are no perfect men, only perfect intentions." -- Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
The kid wasn't anyone special. Just a normal kid with a normal life. His hell was chosen by those around him and it got to him. They made fun of him for no reason at all. He never fought back. Never tried once to defend himself against the audible torment. He went about his day saying nothing. Doing nothing to make them stop. Nobody saw what was coming next.
One terrible morning this kid, nobody special, walks into school with a black trench coat on. The leather reaching towards his ankles. Underneath the leather was death. The kid took his time. He was in no hurry. He found his tormentors. They looked at him with raised eyebrows. Thinking to themselves was the question. What is he doing? He has never made this kind of move before. And where did he get that leather trench coat? The kid unzips his coat and reveals a shotgun. While doing so the others could see other weaponry. They would have the misfortune of not living that long to feel the bullets from the additional hardware lying underneath.
It didn't take much time at all. Shotgun blasts with spread shot, peppered the students with lead. They fell back against the lockers staining them with fresh blood. Their bodies made a sickening umph sound when hitting the floor. All the while other students are screaming high pitched wails and ducking for cover. Once the tormentors were dead, the kid walked silently to the front doors, dropping his weapons onto the floor along the way. Making a clanging sound as they hit the ground he felt no remorse.
Once the police arrived they found him sitting on the curb waiting for them. He gave no struggle. At the trial he pleaded not guilty from the start. No long trial, no publicity. Quick and simple. Just like the task. At his sentencing, the judge asked the kid if he had anything to say on his behalf before they carried out the sentence. The kid said, "all that needs to be said is what's done is done. The students I killed received what they deserved. I showed them no leniency." He looked right at the parents into their eyes. "I have no remorse for what I have done. School sanctions would never had carried out justice. Given the same 'don't let them bother you' speech does not work. Everyday being tormented. Try it and see how it feels. I killed them. I am glad they are dead. Perhaps, through this deed that I have done, others will realize what they are doing and stop. Maybe not. But if one group of students stop harassing one kid somewhere, then my deed has brought some good into this world."
After the kid stopped the whole courtroom was shocked. The judge carried out the sentence. Penalty of death by injection. Two months later the kid was injected and put to death in a federal prison. Perhaps the kid brought some good. Maybe not. Hopefully, through this evil story of horror, perhaps at least one kid somewhere will be saved from a hell of torment. Perhaps that kid will have a chance at life. The only way for that to happen, is through change.
Written by:
Kevin Stark Friday, November 12, 2004
"Victims ... aren't we all?" -- The Crow
"Childhood's over the moment you know you're going to die." -- The Crow
"I once heard a wise man say: There are no perfect men, only perfect intentions." -- Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves