Master Of Puppets : Eddie Munson

Chapter 2: All a Sick Game

(Eddie's pov)

   Now I never really have any fucks about the assholes around this school, but the only thing that truly pissed me off was people talking shit about people who don't deserve it.

   And here we are today, Carver rambling on about my crush from 6th grade summer camp, Heather Anderson...

   "This summer was fantastic, all the ripe girls begging to get into my pants." Jason Carver chuckled to his basketball freaks.

   I listened closely.

   "God, this one chick," Jason points towards Heather, "Her. She was such a psycho, she asked so many times for me, then cancelled last minute. She made it difficult, but I found a way to sneak into her house one night. She didn't expect me, but I was so ready." Jason licked his lips maliciously.

   That's it. I stood up from my friends and eyed down Carver, that fucking bitch.

   "Hey. Eddie. Eddie this isn't your fight." Mike tried to hold me back, but I refused to let this go.

    "Hey Jason, now we shouldn't be talking about such things, now should we? How dare you hurt someone who deserved nothing of it!" I pulled back his shoulder so I towered over him as he sat there.

   Jason started to laugh, so did his little group of freaks, "So what Eddie, this doesn't apply to you or your group of Hellfire cult boys.". Jason stood up and became level with my eyes. I felt everyone's eyes start to beam into the back of my head.

   "That is no way to treat any girl! You're going to pay for this you sick bastard." I yelled promptly into his face. For second there was a small moment of silence, I looked around the room, I noticed Heather, she seemed so content with her headphones over her ears, she glanced up at my for a couple seconds. I felt something go through me. I went to face Jason, he had been preparing a punch as I took my eyes off of him. I swiftly dodged the punch, which should have hit me square in the jaw. I stepped back and laughed. Jason kept squaring himself in front of me ready to throw another punch. I somehow dodged every shot thrown at me. A circle started to form around us. Chattering and chanting for Jason to throw the next swing.

   I looked around for a moment to gather my surroundings, I took a step back and noticed Heather joined the circle, her face was mortified, I hated seeing her in distress. I held it for as long as I could before I thought of a plan. I stepped back just far enough where I could calculate my next move, I had aimed straight to the face and hit him right in the temple. I pulled my fist back and he flung to the ground. I took another look at Heather, she had some relief on her face when I looked at her, I gave her a smile but was quickly interrupted by a teacher pulling me by the arm.

   Fuck.

   "You're coming with me. You have a lot of explaining to do young man." Ms. Withers dragged me out of the circle and we headed towards the office. I complied and started walking behind her.

   I heard voices asking about Jason, if he was alright. I'd hoped he would have died, no one has the right to disrespect someone like that, especially Heather.

   "Holy shit Heather! Did you see that?" Jen slid next to Heather. I knew Jen's voice from anywhere, she was very loud. She joined Hellfire a while back when the group was just starting, feels like I have known her forever. I looked back to see Heather looking at me. I felt that feeling again.

   We took a right turn into the principals office, I sat down waiting for impending doom.

   "Now you wait right here, while I grab Mr. Murphy." Ms. Withers was my algebra teacher, she knows me a little too well as I'm always devious in her class.