Lead By Example

The light shining through the Christian Academy windows, looked blue through my eyes. It was like some bad, made for TV recreation of what was about to happen but I was not cogniscent enough to really care either way.

The TV drama of this moment might paint me out to be some sort of malevolent, maniacal mastermind but in that moment there was nothing. There was no joy or glee for the feeling of killing.  There was no pain in my heart that caused me to shoot everyone. I felt no sexual rise from the murder or feeling of superiority or even any feeling of regained control in my life; all I felt was the machine at my fingertips that mowed down those who were being judged by their god.

I remember walking into the cafeteria and sliding a bar and chains on all of the exits. From there, it was simply a dance of blood and slaughter. At first the gunfire was loud and unnerving but after a while, the slaughter became like drums and the screams like horns as I danced to the music of death. The song would even rise and fall in climax until it dwindled down to the last few shuffling of children and teachers and voluptuous lunch ladies that puked the words, "hunny chile..." to the fat faced megalomaniacs who roamed the earth at this disaster on earth.

"RATATATATATAT!"

Such quick work of a school run on routine.  It was good it worked this way too because the crowd was concentrated and I killed every last one. Not a few people in the cafeteria and a few missed in the library. Not 7 dead and 6 wounded, all 158 students, 29 teachers and 5 neurotic lunch people. All dead. I counted and I used my knife to poke holes in their heads to make sure.

Death came slow and painful to them but there was a reckoning that day. At the end, I climbed the fire escape and burned down the building from within and from outside, with a cadaver that had my teeth in its mouth. A nice set of pebbles carved to replica in played my own mouth but the body lay with the others in the building as it burned to the ground.

If I had the power of a higher being, I would have simply taken them without all that pain but as a human being, this was to be a cautionary tale of woe for all those who thought that they were safe.

Sleep well princes and princess. Tell your story in the afterlife and to the people still living by your example. Bon voyage.