Nothing can change what I saw that day. April 3, 2013. I was in the car with my parents driving to Manehatten to visit family, when we got pulled over by a police officer on a lonely highway. He asked for us to all step out of the car. Reluctantly, we did. He told us to each line up with our hands on the windows of the car, after about five minutes of arguing with my dad. When we were all lined up the officer told us that we broke the law by means he wouldn't tell us. Then it happened. The cop pulled out his gun, aimed for my dads head, and pulled the trigger. He did the same with my mom, making me a screaming and crying wreck standing next to the bloody cadavers of his parents while the cop just drove off. That memory is burned into me. Its a part of me now. Something I will never forget. Because of this incident, I now have PTSD
I am now living with my aunt and uncle in Canterlot. The bullies never stop. They would pick on me and sometimes even hurt me every chance they got. I don't know what I ever did to provoke them. But they will pay. One way or another...
When I got off the bus, the first thing I noticed was that prick Atlas smooching with that girl whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is by the doors of the school.I "love you Lyra..." I heard him say as I passed by. Ugh... I swear to god he's going to be the first. After walking into the school and to the office, I handed the secretary a ''refreshing drink'' that may or may not have had a sleeping pill in it. While the dumb slut was asleep, I rigged the schools intercom to start playing a certain song for the next ten hours starting at 8:30, and could only be paused with a 3rd party Admin password. Why was I doing this? To teach everybody a lesson.
Thirty minutes later...
I was sitting in my first hour with my hand in the inner pocket of my trench coat holding it, but keeping it concealed. Then the music started playing. I jumped in surprise, getting a laugh out of one of the assholes who were always picking on me. I turned around and flipped him off. The only sound was the sound of the music being played on the intercom... Everybody just stared at it in silence..
NOTE!- CHANGED LYRICS A BIT TO AVOID COPYRIGHT.
Timmy's got a quick hand...He'll look around the room, won't tell you his plan.
I stood up with my hand still on my inner pocket and asked the teacher to be excused. Reluctantly, she complied. As I reached for the door handle, I heard the same assholes voice call out to me.
"Whats wrong Archimedes? Gonna go cry about your dead mommy and daddy?" He called out. I stopped dead in my tracks. That was it. I whipped out the object in my pocket: a Berreta M9. I aimed at the gun at the fuckers head. Everybody gasped.
He's got a lit cigarette...Hanging from his mouth he's a gangster kid...
"YOU WANT TO FUCKING SAY THAT AGAIN YOU PRICK?!" I screamed. Then I did it. I lit the fucker up. No witnesses. I shot as many othe people in the room as I could, before switching magazines. When everybody else was dead, I already heard footsteps in the hallway and screams. Damn it...Of course they heard it! I opened the door and opened fire.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run better run, outrun my gun!
From the corner of my Eye I noticed Atlas running to me, with a knife in his hand. He managed to cut my arm before taking five rounds to the face. Their screams were so loud. I loved it. I was finally getting revenge.
"This is how it feels.THIS is how it FEELS! THIS IS HOW IT FEELS! THIS IS HOW IT FUCKING FEELS TO BE PUSHED AROUND YOU'RE WHOLE LIFE!" I screamed. By now everybody else had run down the hallway, leaving just me and the bitches girlfriend, who was crying her ovaries out over the fallen corpse of her lover.
"W-why?! WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU!?" She shouted between sobs. I didn't answer. Instead, I just aimed the iron sights between her eyes, and wrapped me finger around the trigger.
BAM!
She dropped over her her own boyfriends corpse. I took a minute to patch myself up before heading to the library. When I arrived there, killing ten more brave people, I decided to have a little fun in the library. slammed the doors open and walked inside. It was dark. Tables were turned. I heard crying.
"Come out with your hands in the air. Nobody. Had . To die." I said. That was a lie.l People HAD to die. But the dumbasses came out. Seven of them.
"Good, good. You there! Come here. I said, pointing at a sophomore. He walked to me with his hands in the air. I pulled his hands down and zip tied them. After repeating this six more times, I lined them all up in a row from fattest to skinniest, and walked over to the intercom.
"Alright, listen up fuckers! I'm holding sixteen hostages in the library, and the only way for them to live is if anybody in the Advanced Drama class for sixth period comes here right now!" I said. Pretty soon 13 people were standing in front of me.each one in a single file line, with heads touching.
"tsk tsk...There are 14 of you in that class.I only see 13...Unacceptable. I whipped out the gun and aimed for the head. The first bullet seemed to pass the the first three. That didn't do the trick. Everybody who wasn't running started running, trying, to no prevail, to outrun my gun. It was time for me to have a little bit of fun down easy street now...
FIVE MINUTES LATER...
I was now satisfied with what I had accomplished The corpses of everybody who had ever picked on my were laying down on the floor. in a single line. With the last bullet I had saved, I loaded a magazine, popped it into the gun, and released the slide. It was time for me to be set free from my shackles. Besides, the cops were probably here by now...
