human punching bag

final chapter

Jean stopped coming to school. Nick said he didn't know where he was. He was worried. I was not.

Levi didn't show up for a little bit too. I didn't question it. He told me he was sick and I believed him. He didn't have a reason to lie to me.

"Nick said Jean's missing," I said, drumming my fingers against the counter. I spent more time at Levi's tea shop now. I liked being around him. It felt good.

"Oh," Levi said dully. "His parents have a search party out for him. It's in the newspapers."

"Is it?" I asked. I hadn't read them. "Where do you think he went?"

Levi paused in the middle of stirring his tea.

"I don't know," he said. He looked up at me. "We'll have to wait and see."

We all waited. Nothing happened at first. Then someone found a pair of keys in the woods. Next it was a shoe. The last thing was a mutilated body. It was missing its hands.

Ah, wait.

I meant Jean was missing his hands.
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There was a group set up for those that were really affected by Jean's murder. The guidance counselors closed up the library for an hour each day and kids would go in and talk about it.

"I think it's fucked up," Levi remarked suddenly. We were eating lunch in the cafeteria.

"Most murders are," I said. Levi rolled his eyes.

"Not that," he said. "Why are those assholes acting like he was some great person? I swear, everyone loves you when you're dead."

I reached for my milk carton and took a small sip.

"Why do you think they cut his hands off?"

"Probably so he couldn't fight back," Levi answered casually. He tossed a chip into his mouth and stared at me.

He knew.

"Someone must've really had something against him," I said.

"He made a lot of enemies."

"Enough to kill him?"

"Maybe," Levi remarked. "People go crazy sometimes."

"You think the guy who did this was crazy?"

"Sure," Levi said. "Had to be to pull it off."

"Hm," I said. "You think he's gonna get caught?"

"No," Levi said. I hummed softly.

"But he left him laying out there like that. Surely they can trace back a piece of hair or something."

"The guy had to be experienced," Levi said. "It couldn't have been his first kill."

I looked him dead in the eye.

"Do you think Jean deserved it?"

Levi narrowed his eyes.

"Everyone deserves everything to a certain extent," he said evenly.

"What about your uncle?" I asked calmly. "Did he deserve what happened to him?"

Levi froze, sandwich halfway to his mouth.

"Yeah," he said. "He did."

That was enough of an answer for me.

~the end~

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