I am The Riddler

Age 16

       Yes! Finally, the day has come! I have obtained my driver's license! Therefore, the next morning, I drove myself to school. I got out of the car and went inside. Of course, no one paid any attention to me. I don't mind. I am the quiet introverted type anyway. The bell rings a few minutes later. I go to my locker to get my stuff and head to my first period, Calculus.

After school, I am walking outside to my car when I see it. My car is covered in spray paint. Ridiculous riddles I know the answers to. How will I explain this to my mother? The paint is still fresh, I notice. I sigh and start it up. I guess I'll just take it through a car wash. I can use nail polish remover to get any remaining bits off.

The next morning, I decide it's better if I just walk. I am walking to school when I see someone with green spray paint, just like the one used on my car, graffiti a building. I wonder if it's the same person that painted my car. I think to myself. I walk a little nearer to get a closer look. It looks just like that adolescent that made fun of me two years ago. He is still wearing the same type of clothing he wore back then, all black. He looks almost goth. I had eventually found out his name is Seth. I am almost positive he is the one that vandalized my car.

"Hello", I say hesitantly.

"What do you want, nerd?" Seth spat the words at me.

"Did you by any chance use that fine green paint of yours to paint riddles on a gray car yesterday?" I try to stop the shaking in my voice, but it doesn't happen.

"What's it to you?" He gets closer. I am more afraid than I was.

"That fine car happened to be mine. If you did commit the crime, please say it to my face." I try to be intimidating.

"How about I give you a good beating instead? Maybe it'll teach you to watch your tongue, Riddler." He puts extreme emphasis on the name I have always hated. I notice an extremely sharp paint scraper on the ground near my feet.

"I'm giving you one more chance to tell me if it was you." I am mad now.

"What the hell are you going to do about it, Riddler?" He chuckles. He thinks he has won. I dive for the paint scraper and jump to my feet, holding it firmly in my right hand. I grab Seth and hold the blade part to his throat.

"Riddle me this! A nightmare for some. For others, as a savior I come. My hands, cold and bleak, it's the warm hearts they seek. What am I?"

"You're crazy!" Seth's voice is now shaky, like mine was earlier.

"Incorrect! Death is the answer!" I slit his throat. The blood runs from it like a river. In the distance, I hear the school bell. This is the first time I've been late. Oh well, I might as well miss the rest of the day. After all, I have a mess to clean up.

I throw Seth's body in a lake that's nearby. I use the green spray paint on the blood to make it green. At the crime, I leave a riddle. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself. I also paint green question marks all around the area. Once I am finished, it is about 3:30. School gets out at exactly 3:06. I go home. My mother doesn't say anything as I walk upstairs. Today was one of the best days of my life.