Stories Of The Twisted

Zach Mallek

Zach is what most call the boy who should have died as a child. His father left his mother before he was born, and his mother blamed him for it. Zach always was beaten, scratched, and burnt with cigarettes if his mother caught him. This led him to learn to build. He built an inside lock on his door, and hid in there when his mother was in a rage. When she calmed, he would come out.

In school, he was always bullied daily. Didn't matter who it was, it happened. Only people that didn't were a blue haired girl and a girl with black hair. They always walked together, talking quietly and even laughing quietly. Zach didn't want to talk to them in case they began bullying him.

He reached high school and everything got worse. The bullies were stronger, physically and mentally. Zach found no peace. At this moment in time, Zach had just gotten beaten by John, Nick, Jason, and Maria, the popular kids for short. Zach coughed up blood and gasped for air as he managed to get to his hands and knees. John kicked him down again before they left.

Zach groaned in agony, and he closed his eyes for a moment. He flinched as a hand was extended to him. He looked at the person and gasped. It was the black haired girl and behind her was the one with blue hair. The one above him had blue eyes that seemed to shine in the dark hallway. The other had blueish purple eyes.

She smiled, "Come on kid, lemme help you up." Zach smiled and accepted her hand, getting up quickly.

Blue eyes grinned, "My name is Crystal Wallsmith. This here is Lizeth Abyss. Who are you?" What the?

Zach nodded, "My name is Zach Mallek. I gotta go. Thanks for helping me!" He called as he hurried to class.

What weird girls. He thought. He shrugged and hurried through class. Surprisingly he got to his next class before the popular kids got to him. Hour after hour he ran to his classes with no materials. He swore he was in the clear after school was over when he had to clean up his blood from earlier.

As he made his way to the hall, he spotted the popular kids waiting for him. Maria grinned and pushed him towards John, who slammed him into the lockers, "Look pipsqueak, we missed you. So, we decided to wait for you like good friends." He snarled.

Zach closed his eyes and prepared to feel John's fist collide with his face. It never hit. The only thing that did, felt like rain spattering his face. He opened his eyes and they widened at the scene in front of him.

The popular kids were dead in the hall, cut open. All, except John, were on the floor. He was standing, screaming. There were two other figures. Lizeth and Crystal, both bathed in blood, holding blades. Except Crystal's were part of her fingers. She picked up John, digging her blades into his chest.

She grinned, "This boy is our priority. You are the example not to mess with me. You touch my priority, I kill you." She brought up her other hand to his throat and slit it.

Zach just stood there smiling, as these two girls he barely know killed all of his main bullies. Zach looked at Lizeth. She had sat down with a jar of purple paint, painting a piece of her dress that had faded. She's a doll! Crystal whistled and a black shadow of spiders carried away the body pieces and cleaned up all the blood. They looked at me.

Lizeth smiled, "Glad we got here in time. Jeff and Liu should be happy to know we held back....to a degree." Crystal chuckled, "Zach, you should go home. Concider us your new friends." And with that they left. Zach took her advice and ran home.

He gasped when he got home and bolted to his room before his mother found him. He sat on his bed and glanced at the one chair in his room, realizing Lizeth was sitting in it. He looked at her weird, "Why are you in my room?" He asked.