Ethan sat in his class, his mind consumed by the plans he had set in motion to expose Lucas. He felt a sense of superiority, comparing himself to a great white shark hunting its prey. In his mind, Lucas was the unsuspecting seal, and Ethan was the predator ready to strike. The classroom emptied as the bell rang, leaving only a few students behind. Lost in his thoughts, Ethan stared out the window, contemplating his next move. As he stood up to leave the classroom, Ethan noticed Lucas standing by the entrance, his gaze fixed directly on him. A surge of excitement coursed through Ethan's veins. It seemed his waiting game had paid off, as Lucas had come to him first, ready to provide the evidence he needed. Ethan struggled to maintain a composed facade, barely concealing his anticipation.
Lucas approached Ethan and spoke, "I would like to talk to you about the incident that happened yesterday." Ethan's excitement grew, and he managed to respond, "Okay... let's talk."
Lucas began, his voice tinged with a hint of fear, "I know why you were interested in me wearing the long-sleeved shirt. The truth is, I was covering up an injury I received some time earlier." Ethan could sense the fear in Lucas's eyes, and it fueled his anticipation even further. This fool was walking right into his trap.
Feigning nonchalance, Ethan asked, "Oh really? And how did you get that injury?" Lucas pleaded, "That's what I'm here for. Whatever you think happened, all I can say is that it was self-defense. I was merely defending myself. I don't want any more trouble with whatever you are, please." He extended his hand in a gesture of peace, waiting for Ethan to accept the truce.
Ethan knew he had to play it cool, to keep his composure despite the excitement boiling within him. He replied, "Alright then. I know it wasn't your fault. She was always causing trouble. But I have to ask you to keep quiet about all of that." Lucas nodded, relief washing over him as they shook hands, unaware of the hidden agenda behind Ethan's actions.
After the encounter, Ethan's excitement reached its peak. He had obtained the proof he needed, and with the school day coming to an end, he knew that Lucas would finally be dealt with. The tension between them was palpable, and Ethan's inner thoughts buzzed with satisfaction and anticipation of what was to come.
The final bell rang, and Ethan could no longer contain his excitement. He was thrilled to finally get rid of Lucas and elevate his status in society. As he waited for Lucas to emerge from the school, he couldn't believe the kind of fool he had been hunting. Coming right up to him and shaking hands as if that would bring peace.
Lucas finally emerged from the school, accompanied by his friend, and Ethan followed them from the shadows, meticulously tracking their every move. He made sure that Lucas was alone before trailing him all the way home. Ethan remained unseen, lurking in the shadows, as he observed the house Lucas lived in. It was a modest home, tucked away on a quiet street. With caution, Ethan watched as Lucas entered his house. He surveyed the surroundings, ensuring that no one had noticed his presence. He noticed Lucas's bag resting on the kitchen table, and the back doors slightly ajar, leading to the backyard. Curiosity compelled him to push open the doors and step onto the backyard lawn.
The doors to the old shed creaked open as if inviting him inside. Heart pounding with anticipation, Ethan cautiously approached, his eyes fixed on Lucas, who stood between the doorframe, clutching a can of spray paint in his right hand. The shed seemed worn and weathered, tucked away in the corner of the backyard. Beyond the confines of the yard lay a dense forest, adding an eerie ambiance to the scene. Every nerve in Ethan's body tingled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He wondered what secrets the shed held and what kind of person Lucas truly was. As he took another step forward, he knew that his encounter with Lucas was about to take a significant turn. The tension in the air was palpable, and the fate of both individuals hung in the balance. The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the backyard, adding to the ominous atmosphere. Ethan's mind raced with questions and possibilities, his determination to expose Lucas growing stronger. Little did he know that stepping into that shed would unravel a series of events that neither of them could have anticipated.
Lucas, his voice trembling with fear, confronted Ethan, "Why have you come here? I thought we had a deal." Ethan, his facade crumbling, couldn't contain his smugness any longer. He sneered at Lucas, "How stupid could you be to think this would be resolved peacefully? I'm amazed that you were even able to kill that vampire with that feeble brain of yours. But then again, fools like you often stumble upon luck."
Ethan was on the brink of losing control, ready to tear Lucas apart and bring this twisted game to an end. Suddenly, Lucas took a step back and sprinted towards Ethan, his desperation evident in his every movement. Ethan couldn't believe that Lucas would make such a foolish move once again, and with a vicious burst of speed, he closed the distance between them, fully prepared to end Lucas's life. But just as their confrontation reached its climax, Lucas aimed a spray can at Ethan's face, attempting to blind him. Ethan, quick-witted and agile, managed to evade the spray, his instincts finely honed. In that fleeting moment, Ethan's gaze dropped, and he caught sight of something that sent a chill down his spine—a short axe concealed in Lucas's right hand.
Lucas had hidden the axe behind his back, secured by a makeshift belt he had fashioned at home the night before. He had known that with a weapon in his hand, Ethan would never dare to approach him. By using the spray can as a diversion, Lucas had craftily lured Ethan into his trap. This had been Lucas's plan all along—to turn the tables and become the predator instead. Realization washed over Ethan like a tidal wave. He grasped the truth that he had been the one hunted, not Lucas. The roles had been reversed all along. As the axe drew closer to Ethan's neck than ever before, he understood the futility of his struggle. Lucas had always been in control, masked behind an air of vulnerability.
In that harrowing moment, Ethan locked eyes with Lucas, searching for fear or panic. But to his astonishment, all he found was unwavering focus and an unyielding will to survive. Ethan realized that he had underestimated Lucas, misjudged his intelligence, and fallen prey to his intricate web of deception. The world around Ethan blurred as his vision faded, his life slipping away at the hands of the very person he had sought to destroy. In his final breaths, Ethan acknowledged the truth—he was never the predator in this twisted game, but merely a pawn in Lucas's sinister plan.
Standing over his defeated enemy once more, Lucas experienced a stark contrast of emotions. Unlike the previous time, when he had been consumed by fear and desperation, he now felt a profound sense of relief and calmness. With every calculated move he had made, Lucas had ensured that he remained in control, safeguarding his own survival. Without a hint of hesitation, Lucas made his way back to the shed, his footsteps resolute and purposeful. Behind the shed door, he found a shovel, its metallic surface glinting in the dim light. Gripping the handle tightly, he retraced his steps and approached Ethan's lifeless body, lying motionless in the woods where Lucas had prepared a grave the day before. As Lucas began to dig, the earth yielded beneath the sharp edge of the shovel. Each thrust of the tool deepened the hole, the dirt piling up around it. It was a somber task, the weight of his actions sinking in with each rhythmic scrape of the shovel against the ground. Lucas knew that burying Ethan was not only a necessary step to dispose of the evidence, but also a symbolic act to sever the ties that had bound them together in this macabre dance.
Finally, the grave was deep enough. Lucas carefully maneuvered Ethan's lifeless body into the hole, his movements methodical and devoid of emotion. As he covered the remains with soil, he couldn't help but feel a peculiar mix of finality and liberation. The weight of his actions settled upon him, a heavy burden he was willing to bear for the sake of his own survival. When Lucas had finished, he stepped back from the freshly covered grave, the forest swallowing his dark secret. The surroundings seemed eerily silent, as if nature itself had become a witness to his deed. In the stillness, Lucas couldn't help but contemplate the path that had led him to this moment. He knew that his actions had forever altered the course of his life, and that the repercussions of his choices would echo in his conscience.
With a final glance at the concealed grave, Lucas turned away, determined to leave the past behind and forge a new path. As he walked back towards the shed, a renewed sense of purpose enveloped him. He was no longer the hunted; he had become the hunter. And he was ready to face whatever challenges awaited him, fortified by the knowledge that he had outwitted his adversary and claimed his own survival.
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Macabre: Story Of Lucas
HorrorWe follow high school student named Lucas into his path of discovering what are his darkest corners of his soul and path of death that he leaves behind. New parts out every week.
