This fanfic is not for kids. You've been warned.
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Mature: Contains content that is considered unsuitable for teenagers and others under the age of 17. Titles in this category may contain intense violence such as blood and gore, sexual references and/or strong language.
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This story is told from a 1st person perspective. Don't like it? Tough luck; I don't give a damn. I link the not so popular words to their wikipedia articles.
"Delilah"
CHAPTER ONE
It all started the first day of school. It was an all-boys school. The teacher introduced herself. I hated her from the first moment and I knew she would die later that same year. Her face was as ugly as a newborn frog. The anger contained within me was unbearable. I've always had nervous
tics. I was literarilly shaking at that moment. I had to kill her but there was no way I could. Everyone was in the classroom listening to that b*tch talk very much like a parrot. Everyone was looking at me now, they knew I was thinking on killing her. THEY KNEW IT!. Or so I thought. Then came lunch time and I had a hamburger and a strawberry shake. The name of the b*tch? Delilah. Her name was almost as unbearable as her ugly face. I've never had a real good friend. Not a boy or a girl. So I was all alone. Alone in my world, alone in my thoughts. I imagined possible ways of torturing her and then killing her without leaving a trace. I imagined her kidnapping and her dismembering by myself. Then I would pour all the parts in a container, then pouring in fresh concrete and the remains of my slaughtered favourite cat. Then I imagined throwing that container into the river. The perfect crime. Then the bell rang and my mum came to pick me up. I played Mario Kart Wii for a few hours and then I played a bit of piano. The next day the b*itch would die. Of that I was sure.
"Don't try so hard"
CHAPTER TWO
The next day I packed a knife and a gun along with all of my school supplies. Delilah was going down that very day. My mum took me to school as usual after having Eggs & Bacon for breakfast. I arrived into the classroom as usual and I was getting ready for math class. When math class was over Delilah the teacher came over to the classroom. My pancreas started to produced bile each second I saw her. Halfway through her lesson, I was ready to act. I pulled out the gun quickly from my schoolbag and raced towards the b*tch. Pointing my gun towards all of my classmates. Little Johnny tried to scream. Bang. He was dead. Delilah was trying to free herself from me, but I kissed her passionately and told her in the ear in a soft manner: "Don't try so hard". Then I shot her in the head. I managed to scoop a bit of blood from the floor and I sipped it. It was delicious. But that was not enough. Delilah was not dead yet. Delilah was living in the minds of my classmates so I murdered all the front line and made the others kiss each other while I did that. It was kinda funny. Back at home, I saw the Nintendo E3 conference and went to sleep after a night story by my father.
"Waltz"
CHAPTER THREE
I went back to school and people looked at me. Of course that I knew that they knew about yesterday's caprice. But no one could do a thing. My father was the owner of the local brothel. The man with the most power in town. I took classes as usual and kissed the principal just for the heck of it. I wanted to date him. I loved him. He was the love of my life. Later that day I joined a Mario Kart Wii clan. He called me. We talked about everything and nothing. He sent me kisses. I rejoiced. He was too fat. My mom called me for dinner. I gave myself pleasure to his image and then kissed the Jesus that was in my room's crucifix. By his face I could tell that he liked it, hell, he would even die for me. I found the figure of Jesus very arousing from the first day, but I loved my principal and I could not betray him; So I killed my housekeeper. My mom was horrified but after I beat the crap out of her she understood everything.
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