Hatred

Chapter III

Chapter III

He finally awoke, he was already restrained by the rope I used to tie him down to the old concessions counter. He tugged at his bindings, but he couldn't get them loose. I walked out of the shadows with the pocket knife in hand. "Hello, Daniel" I said through grinning teeth, "how's things been?".

"What! What the hell am I doing here? Somebody, help me!" He screamed.

"Why would anyone want to help you?" I replied, "All you ever did was hurt people, you were cruel to them; what did they ever do to you? Nothing, that's what. You picked on the weak kids, the ones who couldn't stand up for themselves. Why? Because your pathetic, you sicken me, everyone like you sicken me; people like you shouldn't have even been born." I could feel my hatred, swelling, boiling, ready to pop.

"What're you gonna do to me?" Daniel said through frightened teeth. I could see the fear in his eyes. He was scared to death.

I looked him intently in the eye and said, "Why, only give you what's been coming, nothing you don't deserve."

"Please! Let me go! I'm sorry for everything I did to you! I was wrong! Just please, don't hurt me! I won't ever bully anyone again!" He begged and pleaded. "Well, see now, your just saying stuff, the only reason your even regretting is because you fear for your life, which isn't unnatural, but don't worry, you wont have a life to fear for much longer." I stared him down and I could see him sweating, and trembling, and, most of all, fearing. For once, he feared me, not the other way around, and boy did I like that. The feeling it gave me, power! The power I had lacked my whole life was restored to me, and for once, I was in control.

I leaned forward and brought the knife close to Daniel's body, this would be fun. "Please, no!" he screamed. Then, I jabbed, a small jab, closer to his stomach. He moaned, and I jabbed again, and again, and again. His shirt was soaked with blood, and he was crying and moaning and screaming, and I loved it. I took out the saw blade out and began on his finger, I sawed away at the middle joint until it came off. He screamed so loudly it hurt my ears. He was crying and begging for me to stop, which only made me wanna keep going. I sawed of the three middle fingers on his right hand, and I could tell he was ready to faint from pain. So before he did, I decided to end it.

I brought out the sowing needle and closed the saw, then I brought the needle up to his face and stared him straight in the eyes and said, "Don't try to tell me that this wasn't what you had coming, this is merely the result of your own actions, I don't empathize with you at all".

Then I brought he needle mere millimeters from his eye and heard him mumble "no, please stop, don't kill me, I don't wanna die".

"Well, then you shouldn't have been born, because everyone dies at one point or another; and this is how you were meant to go" I whispered to him as I plunged the needle into his eye. He screamed, and I shoved the needle farther until his scream came to an abrupt stop, and his tense body went limp. The juices squirted on my hands as I pulled the needle out. He twitched a few more times, and then all was still. I took a step back and I looked at him, his red tear-streaked face, his bloody shirt, his severed fingers, his punctured eye, his stillness, his deadness. That same crazed smile came across my face, and I started laughing. No more Daniel to harm me or anyone again, this was a good thing, it made me joyful, happy. I closed the knife and put it back in my pack. I sat down and leaned up against my backpack, I closed my eyes quickly drifted off, with a big grin spread across my face.

I woke up abruptly from a dream I couldn't recall. I arose and could feel my left eye pounding in pain, my vision was a little blurry and it stung. I took out my water bottle I had brought with me and filled the lid with water to flush out my eye. The stinging receded, as well as the blurriness. I looked over at Daniel, who was already beginning to attract flies. I bagged him into the same black bag I used in the first place, and then stashed him in the old janitors closet.