Addy the Killer

Chapter 1 - The start

A slap to the back of Adrian’s skull left his head pounding. It was always the same people. Adrian was a simple boy of 17. About to leave high school and, like most, had no options or even ideas for adulthood. He was quiet and kept to himself. ‘Hair of chocolate and eyes of emerald colour’; as described by his mother, the ‘poet’, or in actuality a literature teacher at a local university. Adrian had a troubled past involving his father, but let’s not get into that right now, let’s just say here’s not here anymore. His pride and joy was his little brother, Marco.

We meet Adrian where he spent most of his time, school. He was drawing his favourite topic, fantasy. He was in the middle of sketching the right wing onto an angel of his design. According to most it wasn’t an angel, but a demon. The wing’s resembled a bat’s and it had stubby rigid horns sticking out the way a cat’s ears do. The girl had a wicked smile but ‘innocent’ eyes (as Adrian called them) and hair falling down her shoulder in a braid. She wore leather armour, a quiver of arrows and grasped a bow. Her stance was odd, leaning on all fours over a rock larger than her, as if guarding it. Despite all of this Adrian still called it an angel.

He continued this in his least favourite class, H.P.E. He didn’t need to worry about doing his work in theory though, so that was a plus. Ms P. was really slack and he hated her for that fact. She’d sit there on her laptop and, being at the front of the room, god only knows what she was doing on there, but it wasn’t work. Usually she’d burst out laughing for some reason and then scream her head off when someone spoke even though her laugh was the loudest Adrian had ever heard. Even her laugh made her sound obnoxious. She’d fallen asleep on more than one occasion as well, but as soon as another adult walked in the room she’s an absolute dream. To make matters even worse the three big bad bullies of year 11 were in that class. They weren’t so bad in previous years but things had taken a turn for the worst. They’d made Adrian their personal punching bag, just for the fun of it. He had never done anything to provoke them but they made it seem as though Adrian was the worst person in the world.

Adrian felt his chair thud. He needn’t turn to know what it was - the three who had terrorised him for most of his school life. They pissed Adrian right off, even just their presence was enough, but that feeling wasn’t nearly as strong as his fear of them was. Constantly teasing and pushing him around. They could never leave him in peace, no matter how much he wished for it. The leader of the bully pack grabbed Adrian’s art book and started flipping through its pages. Adrian stood reaching for his book back but was quickly thrust back into his seat by one of the bullies that resembled a bouncer that would’ve stood outside of a night club. He knew better than to try and stand again. He was too short anyway to be able to take his book back. The leader’s name was Patrick, but they called him Seeker, because of his bad habit of seeking out trouble. “Ha, emo fag!”

“Give it ‘ere, Seeka’.” A voice from behind said, no doubt it was the weakling who just used them to try and seem cool. “Wait your turn, I’m not done yet.” Seeker snapped back.

“Seriously guys, give it back!” Adrian was desperate before they saw the last page in his book.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a fuckin’ freak!” Seeker exclaimed with a bewildered and genuinely scared expression.

It was too late.