High School Psychopath

Chapter 11- First Victim

The youth swung his fist but Peter skillfully dodged, placing one hand on the youth's elbow and the other near his wrist. With the lock in place he levered the youth into the ground. The youth cried in pain as his face kissed the concrete asphalt and pressure was applied on his ulnar nerve.

"So you want more?" Peter taunted the youth and then released him.

He wanted to humilate his opponent, crush his pride so that he would never again be a threat. He was going to thoroughly teach him the difference in ability.

The youth hurriedly stood up and came at Peter once again. Peter easily side stepped out of the way and sweeped the boy's arm back, locking it in a shoulder grip. Using the attack's forward momentum he threw the youth into the air. The youth's body flew and landed harshly on the cement ground.

Peter patiently waited until the hoodlum was able to stand up. The youth haggerdly stood up, anger contoring his face. He came running towards Peter again with no plan. Peter grinned, this was almost too easy for him. The youth threw a straight punch but Peter countered with an elbow lock technique designed for straight punches.

"What's wrong? I thought you were going mess me up?" Peter taunted as he added more pressure to his lock.

"Y-you little bitch!" the youth screamed as his nerves screamed in pain from the pressure.

Peter let go of the lock and threw a straight punch as the youth turned around. Peter felt dissatisfied at the strenght of his punch but it couldn't be help. Aikido was design to utilize the opponent's momentum more than one's own strenght. Peter countinued his barrage of attacks by targeting the youth's face and solar plexus. He then ended it with an elbow to the nose.

This time, to his satisfaction, blood squirted from the youth's nostrils. The youth went down to one knee as he cradled his bleeding nose. Peter smiled but then his expression turned to fear as the youth took out a dagger.

The youth slashed and Peter was too slow to completely evade the blade. Searing pain exploded in his chest and his confidence was crushed. Panic took hold of him and he was unable to respond to the youth's attacks.

Red lines of blood appeared on his arms and at last the hot pain brought him out of his panic. Pathetic, he was suppose to be the one delivering pain and now here he was, cowering like a helpless child. Peter gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, this was the start of round two.

The youth thrust his dagger forward but, like the straight punch earlier, Peter counter with an elbow lock. Peter put more pressure in the youth's arm causing his hold on the blade to slacken. With a final push the dagger was dropped to the floor and Peter then modified the lock into an arm throw. Peter quickly grabbed the knife before the youth could get up.

With the dagger secured Peter

then turned toward the youth and, to his horror, saw him grab another dagger. Without missing a beat the youth charged straight at Peter with the blade. Peter reflexively thrust the dagger forward and felt his blade piece through the youth's flesh. Blood coated his hands and to his horror saw the youth's eyes lose their light. His blade had pierced the youth's chest and he instinctively withdrew the dagger causing the blood to spill all over the concrete and clothes.

"What the fuck have I done?" Peter cursed as he look at the dying boy.

"P-please h-help me," the youth, a boy the same age as him, beg as his life vanished.

Blood pooled around his feet and Peter was thankful that the fight (murder?) had occured on the outskirts of their neighborhood, far away from prying eyes. From the looks of the wound and the amount of blood lost, the youth was going to die. This couldn't be classified as self-defence since they had both agreed to fight. If he called the police he would be charge with manslaughter or worse.

He sighed and began evaluating his options, of course by the time he had made his decesion the youth was death. He grabbed the carcass and began dragging it towards one of the abandon buildings. He safely stored it away inside the bathtube of one of the upper floors and then set out to hide (erase) the evidence.

He exited the building and made his way towards its back. He had previously scouted thr area and thus prepared some tools. He found his backpack which contained a new set of clothes, a first-aid kit, detergent, four water bottles, a scrub, fuel and a lighter.

Originally this was suppose to be use to fool his mother. He would treat his injuries, if any. Change clothes and if blood stains were present, either wash or burn the clothes. Howevet, now he was going to erase his blunder.

First he disinfected his woulds and changed clothes. He placed the old clothes inside the backpack, to later burn it. He then went towards the asphalt that had fresh blood spilled on it. He poured the cold water over the concrete and then he poured the detergent. Using the scrub he began erasing the blood marks but he wasn't quite succesful.

"Gues I have to buy Hydrogen peroxide," he muttured with dusplesure.

He clean up and went towards the building to erase the dead body. He threw his old clothes inside the bathtub with the corpse and then poured the fuel on them. He threw the lighter and watched the show begin.

For some reason Peter felt disturbed at his own calmness. He was acting unfazed and meticulous in his actions. He felt unatural, his emotions were numb and his body felt like it was being control by something else. All this felt surreal for Peter and, for the first time, he was scared of himself.

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