I'm Not a Loser

Chapter One: Nerdy Prudes Must Die... Or do they?

     Richie sat down on an old creaky bench, still wearing the 'Zeke the Fighting Nighthawk' suit. He took off the head, setting it down beside him. "I love being alive!" He said with a smile looking up at the sky.
     "Richie..." An unknown voice said, it echoing under the bleachers. "Richie..." It repeated, getting much closer to Richie.
     "Hello? Guys...?"
     "Richie..." The voice seemed to be right behind him, but it wasn't..
     "Jace? Kyle? Quit fooling. Uh- You promised you wouldn't bully me anymore. Remember what you said?" Richie was scared, he didn't know what was going on. Why were Jason and Kyle doing this? They both said they were sorry. Why now were they doing this.
     "Oh. I remember what I said. Do you?" The voice sounded really familiar, but Richie didn't know who it was.. he could tell it was a male voice, since it sounded like he just... wait... "You fucking nerd?!"
Max...
It was Max..
     "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be. You're dead!" Richie pointed at Max, who was standing around a hundred feet away from him, maybe less than that.
     "I'm free. And you know what that means bitch? No. More. Mister. Nice. Guy." Max looked at him, laughing almost manically.
     "No!" Richie repeated, watching Max get much closer to him.
"Did you miss me while I was gone?"
Did you really think you'd get away?
"The hallways safe- that I won't break you..."
"You can see I'm much improved!"
"That ain't good news for you- you bitch!"
"Cause I gotta list- and you're on it. Woah Woah."
"Does the math club comfort you?"
"Should've join the smoke club you nerdy prude!"
     "Nerdy Prudes must die!" Max lifted Richie up telekinetically, he repeated the phrase, throwing him back down to the ground. Richie tried to run away, but it wasn't working...
     Richie was running to the exit, about to get there but Max slammed the doors shut and locked them before he could. He had no where to go. Max was practically cornering him, which
meant one thing. Richie was going to die tonight.
"You anti socialites..." Those lines sent a chill down his spine, making Richie breathe heavily.
"I want you to repeat after me..."
"O-okay..."
"Who will pray for me..."
"Who will pray for me..."
"When I'm gone."
"When I'm gone."
"Or until another 'Richie' comes along..."
"C-can you repeat that one?"
"Who will pray for me?! When I'm gone. Or is this the eternal dark without a dawn!"
"Who will pray for you?"
"Who will pray for me?"
"When your body's gone!"
"When my body's gone!"
"This is the consequence for what you've done!"
"I'm not a loser!"
"What did you say?!"
"P-please don't kill me! I'm not a nerdy prude! I-I'm not a loser."
"Of course not Richie... That's why I need your help..."

    Richie looked at Max, who was staring at him. Helping? What did he mean by that? Like- help him get revenge... Who did Max want revenge on? Was he gonna use him then kill him straight after. "W- What do you want me to do Max?"
     Max cocked his head to the side, biting his lip. "I want you to help me get some revenge on a person named Grace Chasity." Max said, cracking his knuckles. "If you don't want to help, I won't spare you lil' bitch!"
     Richie looked around, trying not to look at Max. Helping him? Getting revenge? This is something that was all shocking to him. He looked at Max before looking back down at the ground. Grace Chasity... She was a weirdo, always trying to ruin conversation with Richie and his friends. This might make the school much more free since they would have to deal with her obnoxious attitude... Richie stood up, walking to Max. Was he doing the right thing? Helping his bully of many years get revenge on his killer? Or should he let Max kill him, and not have to deal with the stress of it. He slowly put his hand up, but placed it down at his side. What should he do? Help someone that hurt him and many others? Or let himself get hurt but let max hurt more people at the school...

What should he choose?