• Prologue:
    Hatred

    Hatred consumed me that day. I refused to continue the ruthless pattern of torture that he subjected me to. I had to pay him back for what he had done to me.

    Chapter Two:

    Walking through the hallways, trying to get to lunch. Lunch is the only time that i have to myself. The rest of the school day is filled with mindless chattering, pointless noise, taking notes on stuff I'll never need to know. At lunch I can sit away from the pricks that I go to school with.

    I'm sitting in the corner of the cafeteria reading, away from the rest of the kids. Most of the jerks here ignore me, act like I'm not even here. I like it that way. It's obvious I'm not like them, I'm not interested in the things they are. I am who I am and most people here are fine with it.

    Most.

    Speak of the devil. Aaron Hipp stands up from his friends and walks over towards me. I see his snotty cohorts snickering behind him. I know whats coming, Aaron's coming over to mess with me again. It's been that way since I first met him in middle school. He shuns anybody who acts different, which makes me his prime target. He's the embodiment of prejudice, he personifies fear of the unknown.

    Aaron stops directly behind me. I turn around, trying to anticipate what he's got planned.

    "What's up Derrin? Reading some gay little book again?" he says mockingly, a smug sneer on his face. That's one of the most infuriating things about him, he acts as if he's the greatest being on the earth. If you thought of highly of him as he did, you'd believe he could crap snickers and piss holy water.

    "Why are you here?" I ask dully. I don't like to show that he gets to me, it'll just give him more of a reason to hassle me.

    "I just wanted to see how you were doing after that accident in chemistry yesterday," Aaron answers. Adding insult to injury, especially one he caused, is his favorite pass time.

    "I'm fine, now leave me alone"

    I start to turn around, and as i do i hear a rush of wind. Before i can react, Aaron's fist connects with my cheek, and go sprawling onto the floor. I roll over onto my back and look up, my head buzzing from the punch. Aaron's lifting up his foot, the tips of his metal cleats glinting in the light. I have a split second to take in what's going on before he brings his foot down right on my chest.

    Searing pain as I feel the metal spikes tear into my flesh. Aaron lifts up his foot, hopefully relenting. Groaning in pain, eyes welling up with tears, I try to stand up but Aaron knocks me down again. My shirt's ripped, and my chest is bleeding freely.

    Laughing, Aaron walks away, his group of idiots congratulating him.

    Three cheers for the selfish bully.

    I stand up and make my way to the nearest bathroom, my chest still stinging and bleeding.
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    I'm sitting in a bathroom stall, dabbing at my chest with some toilet paper. The wounds aren't deep, but they'll be aching tomorrow. I hate Aaron more than ever, it isn't enough that he fits in, he has to make life a living hell for people who don't. He needs to make sure that they never get along with anyone as long as he's around. He's a tumor to society, the worst kind of scum.

    My chest has finally clotted up some. I'm about to leave the stall when I hear somebody else come in, accompanied by the sound of Aaron's signature laugh. Dreading having to see the b*****d again, I exit the stall. Aaron's lighting up a cigarette. He sees me and moves in front of the door, he wants to torment me some more. Like i said, he's a big fan of adding insult to injury.

    I try to side step him but he shoves me back.

    "Where are you going in such a rush? Got a twinkie waiting for you, you fat b***h?"

    That's it! I have had to deal with 5 years of his bull! I refuse to take any more abuse!

    I don't answer Aaron, I just hurl myself at him. His eyes open in shock, he never thought i would fight back. I grab his chin, and with strength i never knew I had, I slam his head against the wall. I throw him to the ground and shove my knee into his chest, he's not going anywhere.

    I yank the cigarette from his hand. I stab the lit end into his right eye. He opens his mouth to scream. I punch him in the throat. My elbow smashes into his nose. I grasp his neck with both hands, jerk hard to the left, hear the sickening crunch.

    Aaron Hipp dies.
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    I run to the woods, too shocked to try and get help, my first instinct is to get away before anyone finds his body.

    I run out of breath, and rest underneath a tree. Stare at my hands in disbelief. The hands of a murderer.

    I should feel guilt. I should be terrified by the fact that i ended a person's life so quickly. I should hate myself. I should be contemplating about how every life, even Aaron's is important.

    But I don't and I'm not. All i feel is the rush of having stood up for myself, the ecstacy at having ended the torture Aaron subjected me to all these years.

    I feel the thrill of vengeance.