6650 Flanders Drive
7:48 PM
THE CATALYST
You know, I thought maybe for once everything in my life would be as complete as it could be. I had a good streak. I should've known I was due for a kick in the ass. People always say that when something goes wrong you should just accept it and move on. Recently, I've learned that isn't the case at all. When something goes wrong, you should go back and fuck up the person who made it go wrong. So, that's what I set out to do tonight. But, as history goes to show, the universe has a precise schedule of fucking me over and it just so happened I tried to help myself the one day it didn't want to help me. I still couldn't tell you why it went wrong. It was all planned perfectly.
If you read my last post, you know I decided to finally do what I set out to do about a week ago. To be fair, I didn't see killing my boss as a goal then, but everything was leading up to this. I remembered hours perfectly, so I planned around that. I knew my boss usually went home around 7:40, so I waited outside around then. He came out of the office at the time written up at the top of the post. I ran up to him, said to him, "Remember me?", and gave him a good punch in the temple. He fell towards the ground, but I caught him before he hit it. I got his keys out of his pocket and opened up his car. Like most douchebags, he owns a hummer. He was a bit too plump to carry so I had to drag him into the car, which was very very difficult. I got in the driver's seat, turned on the ignition, and drove away. I had my eyes set on the desert. I dropped the beer, gas can, and lighter I had brought with me into the passenger's seat and stepped on the gas, screaming like wild animal. The drive out there took about 40 minutes, but I got there and he was still sleeping like a baby.
I drove the hummer out into the farthest reaches of nowhere. I drove it so out into the desert nobody would find us. I stopped when I got a good distance from any civilization and got out of the car. He was just starting to wake up and he asked me what the hell I was doing and where the hell he was. I told him none of that mattered. All that mattered right now was me and him. His eyes widened with fear as I began to pull out my tools. The basic duct tape, rope, and knife. I also brought my lobster fork along with a rather dangerous looking cheese grater, an aluminum bat, and an old bloody ball gag you might remember from thanksgiving. He tried to scramble out of the car, but I quickly smashed his kneecaps with the baseball bat. He screamed in pain, and while he was preoccupied with that, I duct taped his hands and ankles together. I socked him in the face, sending his whole body flying down onto the floor of the car. I duct taped his neck down to the floor a strapped the ball gag on. I started straight for his fingers, taking the cheese grater with me. I scraped it along his fingers, slowly peeling away skin. I went at this until a decent amount of blood started coming out, and then repeated the process on the other hand. As we know from previous experiences, hands are not really chock full of blood. I still cut off his finger tips if only as an homage. I then ripped off his upper garments and began caring into his stomach. He is was much more fatty then my thanksgiving victim, so it was a bit easier. I had no message to write this time, so I just ended up doing a bunch of random designs. Some spirals here, cubes there, whatever other thing I randomly drew in my notebook in high school. The whole time, he was screaming for help and all that did was make me laugh and laugh. At one point, I had an almost perfect looking spiral, but his gut moved and messed it up. I decided I was done with his stomach because it was time to punish him for being disobedient. I got my lobster fork and began taking out his teeth. As I had expected, it was much easier than with a knife, and I was done in at last half the time. I too the teeth and pushed them into his skin along the path of the biggest spiral in his stomach. With each tooth, he yelled and a little more blood came out. Nothing he did could make anything stop. That's how I had this set up. After I was done with the spiral, I decided enough was enough and took my lobster fork straight for his right eye socket. I gouged the eye out like it was nothing. In his last seconds I told him, "Let's hope the devil has mercy on you", then he ceased to live. I got the other eye out and stabbed my knife into his stomach. "Wait right there", I told him. And went to set up a little sitting area. I just piled some sand and rocks into a sort of makeshift chair.
This is where things went wrong. When setting this up, I saw that silhouette again. I shined my flashlight on it, and again saw a man. But this time, it didn't change. It stayed a man. A very tall, thin man. I moved my flashlight up and saw he was wearing some sort of mask like a superhero or something. I asked him who the fuck he was and there was no response. I charged at him and I swear I should've tackled him straight to the ground. As soon as I hit him, I didn't. It was like I ran right through him. I looked back and he was fucking gone. I screamed at the top of my lungs telling him to show himself. I began to get very afraid. I ran back to the car and screamed in anger. The body was fucking gone! It just fucking disappeared! I HAD THIS ALL FUCKING PLANNED DO YOU ASSHOLES REALIZE THAT? IT WAS GOING TO BE FUCKING PERFECT! Not only did I not get to enact my revenge fully, but a good beer went to waste as well as a ton of gasoline. I kicked the car in frustration and got in the driver's seat. On my way home I saw the fucker again hanging out at the side of the road.
There's no way that bitch was human.
DT
I drove the hummer out into the farthest reaches of nowhere. I drove it so out into the desert nobody would find us. I stopped when I got a good distance from any civilization and got out of the car. He was just starting to wake up and he asked me what the hell I was doing and where the hell he was. I told him none of that mattered. All that mattered right now was me and him. His eyes widened with fear as I began to pull out my tools. The basic duct tape, rope, and knife. I also brought my lobster fork along with a rather dangerous looking cheese grater, an aluminum bat, and an old bloody ball gag you might remember from thanksgiving. He tried to scramble out of the car, but I quickly smashed his kneecaps with the baseball bat. He screamed in pain, and while he was preoccupied with that, I duct taped his hands and ankles together. I socked him in the face, sending his whole body flying down onto the floor of the car. I duct taped his neck down to the floor a strapped the ball gag on. I started straight for his fingers, taking the cheese grater with me. I scraped it along his fingers, slowly peeling away skin. I went at this until a decent amount of blood started coming out, and then repeated the process on the other hand. As we know from previous experiences, hands are not really chock full of blood. I still cut off his finger tips if only as an homage. I then ripped off his upper garments and began caring into his stomach. He is was much more fatty then my thanksgiving victim, so it was a bit easier. I had no message to write this time, so I just ended up doing a bunch of random designs. Some spirals here, cubes there, whatever other thing I randomly drew in my notebook in high school. The whole time, he was screaming for help and all that did was make me laugh and laugh. At one point, I had an almost perfect looking spiral, but his gut moved and messed it up. I decided I was done with his stomach because it was time to punish him for being disobedient. I got my lobster fork and began taking out his teeth. As I had expected, it was much easier than with a knife, and I was done in at last half the time. I too the teeth and pushed them into his skin along the path of the biggest spiral in his stomach. With each tooth, he yelled and a little more blood came out. Nothing he did could make anything stop. That's how I had this set up. After I was done with the spiral, I decided enough was enough and took my lobster fork straight for his right eye socket. I gouged the eye out like it was nothing. In his last seconds I told him, "Let's hope the devil has mercy on you", then he ceased to live. I got the other eye out and stabbed my knife into his stomach. "Wait right there", I told him. And went to set up a little sitting area. I just piled some sand and rocks into a sort of makeshift chair.
This is where things went wrong. When setting this up, I saw that silhouette again. I shined my flashlight on it, and again saw a man. But this time, it didn't change. It stayed a man. A very tall, thin man. I moved my flashlight up and saw he was wearing some sort of mask like a superhero or something. I asked him who the fuck he was and there was no response. I charged at him and I swear I should've tackled him straight to the ground. As soon as I hit him, I didn't. It was like I ran right through him. I looked back and he was fucking gone. I screamed at the top of my lungs telling him to show himself. I began to get very afraid. I ran back to the car and screamed in anger. The body was fucking gone! It just fucking disappeared! I HAD THIS ALL FUCKING PLANNED DO YOU ASSHOLES REALIZE THAT? IT WAS GOING TO BE FUCKING PERFECT! Not only did I not get to enact my revenge fully, but a good beer went to waste as well as a ton of gasoline. I kicked the car in frustration and got in the driver's seat. On my way home I saw the fucker again hanging out at the side of the road.
There's no way that bitch was human.
DT
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