Dave Miller (Completed)

The Wake

Dave closed the door labeled Parts and Service behind him, drowning out the laughter of children. He glanced at the seven foot golden bunny animatronic slouched against the wall. He scanned the room to make sure no one was watching him, the coast was clear.
He pulled out a hand crank and connected it to the bunny's hip and started to crank, the spring locks inside the animatronic started to collapse and made space for him to wear it as a suit.
With all springs aside he climbed inside and checked to make sure everything was in place. Once satisfied he thought about what he was about to do and smiled.

Dave's mom gave birth to him while in high school, his dad wanted nothing to do with him. His mom had to drop out to take care of him, she could never get a proper job because of that, therefore they were very poor. Dave's clothes were always either too big or too small for him, he was also very skinny and pale from not eating enough food.
The bullying didn't start until he was in grade six, it started off with them making fun of his clothes, then progressed to how skinny and pale he was. He wasn't really bothered by it until the seventh grade when the bullying became physical, it was always the same seven people.
He didn't recognized his hate for people until the eighth grade when he got glasses. The seven got really mean on that day, making fun of his glasses on top of everything else. They ended up punching and kicking him when he tried to stand up for himself.
Later that day he came home with a broken pair of glasses, a broken nose, and a few new bruises. That was when he started to plan his revenge.

There was this abandoned carnival on the outskirts of town. He was going to bring them there for a "truce". They would stop bullying him if he figured out a way to get the rides to work for them. He decided to take them on a ride called the Sizzler or Scrambler or something like that. He was gonna try to scare them enough to maybe get them to stop bullying him.
When they all got on he started it up, it ran fine so he decided to exact his revenge. He turned the speed up a little more than normal and the accelerator broke, it kept going faster and faster and he couldn't control it. Parts started rattling and that's when they started screaming.
He than realized, he loved their screams. Not because they made his life miserable but because he loved the true terror coming from their souls. He stood there for a while watching as parts started flying off. Dave realized that if he didn't do something soon they would die and he couldn't have that happen.
He unplugged the main power cord, but it was too late, the main five were spread out on the ground, their limbs at odd angles and full of blood. The other two still on the ride were sitting there shaking and staring off into nothingness obviously terrorized.
Dave ran over to a male of the five and checked to see if he could do anything for him. When he realized the only thing he could do for him would be to call an ambulance, he freaked slightly, he couldn't call an ambulance, they would ask questions, questions that he knew that if he answered he would have a lot of charges, ones that his mom wouldn't be able to pay off. The first thought running through his mind was 'no witnesses'. He observed that three of the five were unconscious and the other two were groaning and screaming from the pain of their broken limbs. The other two were still on the ride having not moved a muscle. Dave quickly dragged the three unconscious bullies over to the front of the bathrooms. When he walked over to the other two badly injured bullies he gagged them so their screams would be muffled and dragged them to the bathrooms as well.
He lead the two terrorized ones over and made them watch as he ran to one of the main buildings and came back with a red fire axe in hand. He quickly made his way over to the injured bullies and looked at a girl with short blond hair and blue eyes, she was conscious and had a broken ankle, a broken wrist and her left knee was bent backwards, while it looked like something was impaled into her right side making her bleed out. Dave stood over her and took the stance you would if you were about to chop wood and he swung down. Her muffled screams we're cut off by the axe going through her neck. It was a clean slice, blood flowed out of the decapitated body.
He walked over to the other conscious bully, a guy with black hair and brown eyes, his right femur bone was broken in half and sticking out of his leg, his ankle was broken, and he had a few cracked ribs. Dave stood over him and looked into his pleading eyes, and swung down on his neck. This swing was a little off, he hit a little more to the right then he wanted to and he cut through his jaw, but it still cut through all of the way.
Then he went over to check the condition of the other three unconscious bullies and noticed that one had died, probably from blunt force trauma due to their skull being slightly caved in. He found himself disappointed that he had one less person to kill.
But there were still more, he glanced back at the two terrorized bullies and saw one staring at the bodies with a broken face, and the other was looking straight at him, like he wanted to kill Dave, but he knew he couldn't do anything. Dave smiled as he walked over to one of the other bullies on the ground and swung down on them, clean cut like the first one.
Then he went to the last one, he was about to swing when shaky hands grabbed his arm, trying to prevent him from killing the girl in the path of his axe. He looked at the girl on the ground and then at the traumatized guy trying to stop him. Dave realized, they were boyfriend and girlfriend. He smirked as he kicked the guy in the groin and grabbed his chin with a now bloodied hand and made him look into his eyes "This better teach you not to ruin other people's lives, because you just end up ruining yours." and he swung down on the girls chest, but he didn't stop there he kept swinging until her body was unrecognizable. Her boyfriend was on his knees crying into his hands when he left the mutilated corpse.
He was satisfied, and he realized that killing was his release, his high, much like alcohol or weed for some people, his was killing. He started laughing, he's never felt this good in his entire life, he's never felt this in control, and he loved it.
When he calmed down slightly he looked at the two people he left alive, the boyfriend and the one with the broken expression on their face. He knew the broken one probably wouldn't be able to talk again and the boyfriend wouldn't rat him out because he would be too afraid to die. So he started cleaning up the bodies, leaving the girlfriend for last.
Once Dave finished, he got rid of any evidence he could find and threatened the survivors. Then he left. He left with a smile on his face and his shoulders felt surprisingly light, he kept the axe with him, he doesn't remember why but he still has it to this day.