Another Roger the Killer story.
Roger rocked back and forth on his feet. Richard was distracted by it. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and for-
It was Mrs. Annrun, a kind woman. Fair, fun, and smart. Her husband, Jack, was in the police force. But that wasn't how Roger saw it. He saw a tyrant who oppressed her students who followed her as sheep. Nevermind that every month, as a writing assignment, she let the kids vent their frustrations by writing a paper about what they didn't like about her.
"Mr. Wright, please answer my question. What is the result of adding 35 times 94 to 35698?"
Richard answered this in all of 50 seconds. "Roughly 38988, miss."
Roger sat down, and pulled out a piece of paper. He wrote:
Ophelia Annrun: Age 34. Black hair, yellow eyes. Tyrant. Rule of tyranny underlined by leading students to their doom. Reign best ended by straight razor.
He was halfway through writing when Mrs. Annrun picked up the paper.
"Roger... I... why did you never tell me this?! How did I lead students to their doom? You're a smart man, Roger. You wouldn't give away your life for murder! ...Right? Roger, speak to me. Please! Don't!"
Roger had pulled out a needle filled with a substance- heroin. Mrs. Annrun's already pale face whitened further.
"No! You wouldn't!"
Roger's face twisted into a horrificly joyful grin. "Oh, yes I would." He turned to his classmates. "For five years, this supposed 'human' has brainwashed children! Should this pig not die a rightfully painful death?" He raised the needle menacingly. "Anyone who objects gets to join her in Hell!"
Mrs. Annrun raised her head to speak, but simply said, "Please, Roger. Kill me. Do not lay a finger on anyone else." Roger looked down at her face. Tears stroked her light face in claw like patterns. Roger turned his head, then back to stare down his nose at her.
"If I gash your skin with this needle, it will only be a few moments before you die. Really, I should have gone with cyanide. Would have shut you up much more horribly."
He did not, however, notice Sid reach into his pocket, pulling out a phone. If Roger couldn't see him, he'd slip through the unlocked door.
He whispered into the phone, "Yeah. Office? Call the police. Roger Wester has gone insane, he's trying to murder the teacher."
Richard was standing up, shouting.
Roger had a weak spot on Richard. It wasn't a crush, it was an obsession. He wanted to drag home the boy, he wanted to take a straight razor to his neck, and listen to him scream as he died.
Roger picked his head up, and laughed. "Gentle, precious boy. You know you won't get out alive, right? If you prevent my shooting her," -he held the needle towards Richard's face- "Then you will die, too. And we don't want that, do we, precious?" Roger had Richard's face in between his thumb and index finger.
Suddenly, the police opened the door. Jack looked at his wife and cried. She was backed into the corner.
Roger turned his head. "Pfh. You cannot defeat me. As a defender of human rights, I fight for equality, unlike this trashy traitor you seem to hold so dear called "Ophelia".
But before any further protest, Roger retrieved a razor blade from his shoe. Then, holding the blade, he prepared to stab himself in the throat. Before he did, he said, "But I guess a good soul must die for the scum of the earth."
Roger thought back to his childhood. That his dad had been killed in the second war, his mother drowned herself, he killed his dog. As an eight year old, crying into his arms, "Mama don't go, father come home! Mama don't go, daddy come home! Mama don't go, daddy come home!" His longing for a father and mother. Slowly, Roger walked to Richard, collapsed onto his knees, and cried into his lap.
"Richard. My precious, please. Kill me. It is my wish. if I can't have you, why bother existing?" Roger looked pitiful. Richard looked up to Jack, then back to Roger. He ran his hands through Roger's hair, like his mother would do when he was upset.
"Roger, it's okay. They'll get you help. You need it."
Roger did not resist when thy took him to the psych ward.
· Tue Jul 02, 2013 @ 01:01am · 0 Comments