I live in a small town where people come and go. If you've ever traveled cross country you've probably drove through, tried one of our famous roadside burger joints, then continued without even figuring out the name of the town. Sound familiar? The thing about a town like this is if somebody goes missing nobody will notice. I don't think I've ever even gone into a store that wasn't the super market before. Basically, if you were FROM the town you didn't actually do anything local because it was so much better and easier to go the next town over: farmington. There was a Walmart there and that's really all you needed.
The nearby woods are marshy and wet, making it very unpopular among hunters. They'll usually stay in the forest at least a mile east or west of our marshy swamp. Even the animals don't really like it there. I however love it there. It's quiet and every once and a while you'll see something interesting: like an albino squirrel or a rabid beaver. This is where my story starts. About a year ago I was just getting out of school and I decided to go out to the woods and get some air. I'm pretty antisocial, although you'd never know it. People know me as the nice metalhead who's misunderstood. I like to think I'm a nice guy and that what they think is partially true. I know it's not all true though. Basically I always had a philosophy that goes like this. If you're with me I'll fight for you, but if I don't know you or I don't like you I could watch you squirm and die. It's that simple. That's why when I saw two men with shaved heads dragging a garbage bag into the swamp I wasn't upset when I made the connection that the bag was very human in form. Like someone covered in pillows to hide the shape of a human before wrapping them in shiny black plastic. I watched from afar, carving the wooden statue I was working on into a stake. You may say "why not just use the knife" but I thought to myself "if I use the knife it could get taken away because it would be considered evidence" and I really like that knife. It's a skinning knife with a buck engraved into the blade. Actually I LOVE that knife.
Anyway, the larger of the two men buried the obvious body in a shallow muddy grave. I thought to myself "how do they think they're gonna get away with this"....but they did. They came back again and again. New bodies. New holes. Same old business. Then I noticed other people would actually come to do the exact same thing. Then it came to me. Nobody comes here. Nobody knows anybody. This was perfect. I stayed up all night recalling everything I saw. At one point I thought. "what if I killed Todd Berry out there. That kid is a fucking asshole". I decided I'd sleep on it. I decided I'd give him a chance to redeem himself. I went up to him the next day at school and asked him to hang out with me after school. He's an uptight dickhead who thinks he can only hang out with the "cool kids" so I was very surprised when he said yes. I guess being well known was enough for him. I don't think I was considered cool but I dressed like a hells angel and I was the biggest kid at school weighing in at 280lbs and being 6 feet tall. Yea I have wide shoulders really big legs. So as I said before I was surprised, but that didn't mean I was just gonna let him go. He used to make fun of me and call me a faggot because I liked to wear spiked bracelets and big rings when I was younger. I told him we should go check an animal trap I'd set earlier to see if I caught anything and if I caught anything I'd cook it up and he could help me. That...didn't work, but we were already almost there before he asked what we were actually going to do. I grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the trees before he had a chance to scream. This was the first step into my...descent?
I wasn't thinking, which is abundantly clear. I was supposed to test him to see if he was worthy to live. I was supposed to talk to him and check out his personality to see if maybe he's secretly a good guy...but I fucked up. I was alone with him in the woods with my favorite knife now being held to his neck. I thought about it. He slowly pulled something from his pocket. I pushed the knife onto his neck. A simple swipe to the right and he'd be gone forever. It was his wallet. He held it out for me to take. "take it man. It's not worth my life. I've seen plenty of money in my lifetime and a couple hundred dollars isn't worth your kind of trouble" I sneered. "you're quick to assume. I don't want your fuckin money. I want you dead"
