Thought You Knew (based on A Gorey Demise)

"G is for Greg... H is for Heather..."

[[Stupid Wattpad. The full title is "G is for Greg who died in the womb, H is for Heather who was sealed in a tomb." :P...]]

[[Chapter started: December 3rd 2014]]
[[Two in one. Since the two can be combined, I figured why not? Well, on with the story.]]
        The students fell silent when I walked into the classroom the next day. They stared at me as if I was some sort of alien. Puzzled, I slowly approached my desk and took a seat. Their eyes followed me.
        "... What's wrong?" I asked as I scanned each of their faces. A boy by the name of Tyler was the first to respond.
        "Oh, uh... You were just acting... odd yesterday."
        "You looked like you were about to punch Lilly," Tyler's friend-I believe his name was Lucas-added. I wasn't sure how to reply, as I myself didn't understand what happened that morning. Luckily, as I was about to give an unsure answer, our supply teacher arrived. In the beginning, she was a sunny, upbeat young woman with a smile that lit up the room. She was fun, and she did everything she could to make lessons more enjoyable. The students of my class were grateful. Mrs. Lowe was the first teacher we had that didn't have the temper of an enraged bull. The day of her arrival was the greatest school day of our lives. In fact, that entire first week was so much fun. But after Mrs. Lowe announced that she was our official replacement teacher for the remainder of the year, that's when her behaviour started to change. She grew more distant as the days went by. She appeared stressed and anxious, maybe even paranoid at times. Mrs. Lowe tried to maintain her perfect name, but to little avail. 
        In two weeks, she had stooped to the same level of awful as all of the other teachers at Gray Meadow Elementary. She shouted at us, she smacked us with textbooks, she made each and every lesson as painfully slow and dull as she could. Her change of attitude towards life surprised us all, and soon, the class hated her. My classmates felt nothing but anger and betrayal towards her. I was no different. In fact, I truly believe I was affected the most by her uncalled change in personality. However, it wasn't until we heard the news about the baby that I decided to make her a priority on my hit list.
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[[Update: January 11th, 2015]]
        "We are the lurkers. We are the hidden. We are the misunderstood. We are the Misfits," the voices in my head chanted as I stared blankly at my bedroom ceiling. The Misfits: a feared group of supernatural beings who only speak to those who are chosen. Twenty Four is a member of that clan, even to this day. He is a high ranked and very well respected addition to the group, a mutually preferred leader. While he is not THE leader of the Misfits, he is a higher rank than most others. My description of the Misfits was very vague, and I'm aware of this. Unfortunately, I cannot help that, as I myself do not know much about these shady characters. They began to speak those four sentences to me around three weeks after Mrs. Lowe became our teacher for the year. Twenty Four would avoid my questions about them in a very suspicious manner, and they wouldn't say anything more than those few lines. The Misfits spoke to me the most when the environment around me was quiet, especially at night. I was starting to lose sleep to those things, and they wouldn't stop hammering those four lines into my mind. They were ten times more annoying when they started yammering during school hours. I couldn't concentrate on lessons, do my work, or even hear myself think. Due to this, of course, I was punished by my teacher, a lot. But who shot me down the most? You might have already guessed the answer to that.
        You know, reader, I might not have even considered harming Mrs. Lowe, let alone killing her. While most other serial killers like myself see no justification in "uncouth" behaviour, I did at first. I told myself that she was being influenced by other people, that it was not her fault that she was being brainwashed into doing those things to myself and to my classmates. I tried to convince myself that she was innocent. In the end, I knew that guilty or not, she had to go. After all, doing this deed would either mean I was setting her free of her torment, or I was doing the world a favour by eliminating another thorn in society's rear end. It was a win-win. Now, try to think about why her pregnancy crossed the line in my mind. Imagine what that kid would have to suffer in his or her life. Some screws were loose in their mother's head, and I didn't like the thought of letting a child live that life when I could change their fate for the better.
        As I tossed and turned on my bed one night, I contemplated the varying ways I could end that crazy woman. I could have just gone with something simple, but I felt the urge to be a bit more creative with this one. I enjoyed the unique way I had led Erik to his demise, so I decided to go with something similar. Heather Lowe would be sealed in a tomb. She would be put in a dark, silent place so she could reflect on her mistakes. It was as if a child was given timeout. It was perfect, and I hoped Twenty Four would be proud of my plan.
        The third night following that one was the night of Heather's final breath. Sneaking into her house was simple, I didn't even have to use any of my special tools to get in. A first story window was unlocked, and it didn't make a peep as I opened it. Her house was a wreck. It seemed like a tornado had passed by and made a mess of everything. The clutter made it slightly more challenging to sneak through the house silently, but I managed. When I discovered Heather's room, I gently pushed the door open a crack, just enough for me to slip in. To my luck and relief, she was alone in the household. I don't know where her husband was, but it doesn't really matter, now does it? As I approached her bedside, my heart stopped. She was waking up. Taking deep breaths to keep myself calm, I waited. After she had woken up, it took no more than a quick blow to her head to knock her right back out. I tied her up and carried her out of the house. I traveled through the darkness, keeping myself and my unconscious victim invisible to any stray witnesses that might have been present. Into the forest we went, travelling just off of the hiking trail that ran through it before making a sharp turn away and deeper into the trees. When I felt like I was far enough away from the trail, I utilized the small flashlight I had brought with me on the trip so I didn't fall and break my neck.
        After 12 minutes of travel through the thick woods, I found the small clearing where I had left Heather's gift. I swept debris away, unearthing the tomb I had picked out specially for her. I carefully set her down and lifted the lid off of the stone box, sighing as I set Heather down inside. I slapped her face a few times to wake her up, and as expected she went into panic almost immediately. I didn't bother gagging her at all, as we were too deep in the forest to be heard. I stared at her calmly and silently as she screamed and cussed at me with every insult in the book. I simply waited for her to give up and stop, and eventually she did. She then appeared confused, wondering why I wasn't doing anything to her.
        "C-Curtis? M...my student... please... W-why am I here? What are you doing to me? Please... please let me go," she pleaded with a tone of desperation.
        "Mrs. Lowe, I'm sorry it had to come to this. I truly am. You seemed like a wonderful woman in the beginning, but now..." I shook my head sadly.
        "L-look, Curtis, this isn't my fault-"
        "Oh no! No! How could I ever suggest that this is your fault? I know better! It's never anybody's fault." Her eyes watered, but she didn't respond aloud. She was speechless. I continued.
        "Consider this a timeout for you, Mrs. Lowe. You've punished your students for not doing something right, so we must return the favour by doing the same." Tiny tears slid down her face, reflecting the bright silver moonlight that leaked through the canopies of the trees. I swept some of her dark brown hair away from her face as she sobbed and wept.
        "Curtis... please don't do this... I'm sorry, I'm so... so sorry.... I can fix this if you let me. I can!" I placed a finger on her lips, silencing her.
        "I gave you chances, but you've used them up. There's no such thing as taking advantage of my kindness. On that note, I bid you farewell, Mrs. Lowe. You and your child." I ignored any word that came out of her mouth after that as I placed the heavy lid back onto the tomb. I reburied it under twigs and leaves and left, my head hung. Such a shame, it was. Such a shame.
        But it was a beautiful night.
[[I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! This was probably one of my favourites, if not my most favourite. Anyways, chapter I will be started whenever I'm ready... But I'm sure... eventually... it will begin. Patience, readers. With time comes quality. Alright, have a good day/night.]]