Adrian walked home from school with a black eye as he often did, still nice and fresh and throbbing. It was a fair way home. He was a poor judge of distance so he didn’t have clue how far it was, but it was usually dark by the time he got home. Even though he was eligible for his licence, his mother decided that it was healthier, blah, blah, blah. Not to mention they only had one car.
Adrian regretted going to school that day. If only someone helped. Would anyone help? He thought to himself. He found himself thinking this daily lately. They wouldn’t have seen it if someone did help, he decided. Before he left he managed to salvage most of his mangled art book, but it was missing one page. The rest were either crumpled, ripped or both. The page Seeker saw was a skull with rotting flesh falling off of the face with clumps of hair still visible. One eye was still intact but it was bloodshot and, there being no eyelid, made it look horrifying. There was even some type of fungi growing up one side of it, decomposing it further. Most of the skin was gone leaving a skull, stained with blood. None of this was why Seeker reacted the way he did though. Well, maybe. The most disturbing thing about it was that Adrian had used his own blood to colour his masterpiece. The bully pack had taken it and burned it right in front of him.
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Addy the Killer
Teen FictionYou've all heard horror stories from the victim's point of view but what about the killers themselves? A story of a misunderstood boy pressured into killing. Adrian always had trouble with bulling and right up until the very end he struggled.
