homicidal >> mgc

Chapter One

A couple more months and Michael would be out of here for good. His last year in high school was going to be a memorable, Michael could tell.

He tapped his pencil against his notebook as Mrs. Davey rambled on with her lesson. Michael hated Mrs. Davey, mostly because he couldn't have his way with her but also because he was failing this class.

Mrs. Davey was a gorgeous woman, and Michael new that. "If I could just wrap my hands around that pretty little neck of hers... " Michael thought to himself, the thought of her body going limp in his arms while his squeezed his hands tighter together almost made him moan.

He smirked and sunk back in his seat. He looked at Mrs. Davey with lust, he wished that he could hold every bone in her body and just snap it with the flick of the wrist. He thought about what it would be like to burn her flesh with boiling water and what joy it would give him.

Michael has never killed anybody, but he knew that it was going to change soon. The thought of killing someone made his heart beat faster and his breathing speed up, it made him get high of adrenaline.

"I'm going to kill Mrs. Davey one day," he mumbled to himself, tapping his feet against the tiled floor. He looked around, glad nobody heard him. This was his little secret, and his little secret only.

He cracked his knuckles and thought of more ways to torture and kill Mrs. Davey. Thoughts ran through his head at a million miles per hours, he was getting more and more excited at every twisted thought. He almost laughed to himself thinking about ripping the black hair from her scalp.

He focused back on reality when the bell rang, signalling him to get to his next class. Michael walked down the hallway, looking at other teenagers and wondering how he would kill and torture them.

Derrick Georgeson-Tallebert. He was a tall, lanky kid who Michael had never really thought about other then seeing him right now in the hallway. Michael would defiantly throw him off a building, and if he wasn't dead he would set him on fire.

Tanya Colbert. A gorgeous girl with skin the colour of caramel and a body anybody would die for. Tanya always commented on Michaels hair and was always very sweet to him. He has thought multiple times about suffocating her, her screams giving Michael a twisted sense of pride and satisfaction.

Lily Si-Hong. A very smart girl with the softest hair anybody could think of, Michael has felt it many times as he sits behind her in biology class. Electrocution was the only thing that Michael could think of that would really suit Lily. Anything else just seemed boring to do with Lily. Lily was a smart girl and would probably figure out a way to try and escape, but Michael is larger and stronger and would obviously dominate Lily Si-Hung.

As Michael walked down the corridor, the urge to hurt somebody got stronger and stronger. He felt the need to take somebody's life away right then and there. It was going to happen sooner or later, and Michael wanted it sooner rather then later. Michael slowed his pace and waited for the hallways to empty before lingering around the gender neutral bathrooms that nobody in his school used.

Soon enough, the halls were practically empty. Now, Michael just had to make the decision of who to kill. Only one person roamed the halls at this time, a short girl named Hallee Gunner.

Good enough for Michael.

As she passed him, he grabbed a piece of her brown hair and yanked her into the bathroom. He shoved his dirty gym shorts into her mouth before she could make any noises.

He pushed her into the the blue and white bathroom wall, causing her skull to crack. Michael moaned at the echoing noise.

He locked the bathroom and turned back to his victim. He looked at her with pure evil in his eyes, "I'm going to hurt you."

Tears streamed down her face, which filled Michael with some sort of pride. "I'm going to kill you." He said, grabbing his trusty pocket knife out of his pocket. He flicked it open to reveal a freshly sharpened blade.

She made muffled noises and tried to scurry away. Hallee felt herself getting dizzy from the amount of blood she already saw on the floor.

Michael kneeled beside the girl, stroking her face with his large hands. This gave Hallee a false sense of hope, maybe he wasn't going to kill her after all. Then she saw the devil in his eyes as he plunged the knife into the girls chest, the blade going two inches into her heart. Blood squirted out of her chest, staining her cream coloured shirt. She coughed up blood, the dark liquid acting as a drug to the murderous boy.

She was in so much pain, she just wanted it to be over. She didn't care that she was going to die, she wanted to die at the moment. Her eyes started to shut slowly and her body started to go limp, but Michael wasn't done with her.

He moved the knife with quick precision, letting it slash her throat. The girls body jolted forward and she tried her hardest to scream but started choking on her own blood. The dirty old gym shorts at this point were on the floor, soaked in the crimson liquid.

Michael laughed as he girl finally died, her eyes remaining open. He quickly frowned as he didn't want the fun to be over. He started to get angry with himself, why did he let the moment go by so fast? He grabbed a chunk of her hair and slammed her skull against the tiled floor six times, feeling accomplished as he saw tiny bone fragments scattered on the floor.

He started to get filled with joy at the thought of doing other things to her. He grabbed the knife once more, forcing the knife into her beautiful green eyes. He spooned both of them out and placed each of them into one of nnher hands.

He stood up, making sure then was no blood on his clothes or his shoes. He didn't bother to wash of the knife for the risk of leaving finger prints. After knowing that there was absolutely no evidence of him left in the washroom he left with the bloody gym shorts in his bag and the knife in the pocket of his black skinny jeans.

He shut the light off before leaving, the thought of someone getting surprised by his little present sent chills up his spine.

He then proceeded to go on with his day as if nothing had ever happened. None of that mattered anymore. He smiled every time he thought about Hallees lifeless body, left to rot on that bathroom floor.

Michael felt alive.

i actually wrote chapters ahead of time whoop go me

Sorry if I used ur name and sorry if this was too gruesome. I'm disgusting I know.