The Inked Murders

Chapter 4: The Plan

Spencer walked back inside, stepping over his mother's body, changed into clean clothes and washed himself, before calling the police, staging a crime scene. "911, what's your emergency?" said the operator. "Hi, I've just come home, and I can see my mother's head floating in the window of my house" he said in a fake distressed tone. He pulled his bike out of the garden and planted it outside. The police arrived shortly after; ad told him to wait out on the lawn. Spencer then went to the back and pulled out a strategically placed lighter from in his shoe and lit the gasoline line that ran into the house. The house started sparking, before going up in flames, with the police still inside. Shortly after the roof had begun smoking, a neighbour had clearly called the fire department, because three fire trucks came and started walking towards the house. Spencer, not wanting any witnesses to the murders, went to the truck through the back gate, and grabbed one of their fire axes, being careful not to make any sound. He snuck back around to the back door, opening it and walking through the fiery hallway, dodging a few stray flames, and opened the front door, axe in hand. The firefighters were stunned, how was this kid walking through the flames? Spencer decided not to waste another second and flew towards them, running the fast he could with the axe over his head. He smashed one of their helmets in, splitting his head, before lifting it again and taking off an arm. Blood spurted from the wound, showering him in the man's DNA. Once again, he spun around, and smashed the visor in, splitting his face down the middle. He took out the rest in a similar fashion, and then threw the axe into the house, grabbing the kitchen knife he used for his mother in the process. He ran out, careful not to step on the bodies, before yelling out, "Oh, to hell with good intentions!" and kicked any of them that he passed. Using his elbow, Spencer smashed in a car window, and jumped in, turned the key, and hectically drove away, to his school.

His knife in his pocket, and a spare axe from the police ("what a cute gift" he thought) he went in to the school. Prom night was about to end very abruptly. He spotted out any of his bullies and lured them to the hallway. There, he slit their throats and mutilated them so terribly that they were beyond recognition. He savoured the sounds of their screams and cherished the little bubbling sound that came when they finally died. With his axe, he raised it high above his head, and lopped off body parts to keep as trophies, and hid their bodies in the janitor's closet. Spencer walked back to his locker, proudly holding the heads of his victims, ready to store them, just as he'd done with his mother. On his way back, his science teacher walked past and looked at him and said, "Who's funeral, is it?" referring to his dark black clothes. Spencer simply responded with "Yours" and stabbed her stomach with enough force that he fell back and died right on the spot. Finally, he got to his locker and opened it. He placed the heads on his top shelf and went to close the door, but realised there was a face looming out the back of his locker. The face was a vivid purple and had a long visor across the eyes He pulled at the face through the area around the mouth and found that it in fact was not some random person, but a mask. He took the mask, put on his face, and strapped it around his head, and looked in the mirror. "May God have fucking mercy" he said, admiring the mask.