Just a short story that will be built upon basicaly about a really messed up kid though it will progress swiftly through his life in later additions to it. Everything is fictitious etc. I hope you like it
My name is Dennis Fridrihsbergs. Eeerrr⦠about me; I am 6 foot dead on, I have dark hair thatâs medium length and I am skinny as âeck, like 8 stone-ish. I am a God or deserve to be though most of thoseâ¦. Huh âpeopleâ would merely call me a child. You know me as Pixie, as do those people at school. Though I canât decide whether I love it or hate it. Sometimes it signifies everything I loathed about myself , the shyness my stature that I was bullied and excluded for. Now though, thanks to you, wonderful people, it could be who I want to be in life, near the top, many friends and the ability to speak up. But instead I have picked this path⦠the villain if you read comic books. The deformed megalomaniac from James Bond, though of course I am brilliantly handsome and handsomely brilliant. I look around my school and I hate everything I see. The stupid fools giggling about what that boy said at the party. The chavs strutting around conforming to whatever football club has won this week and listening to their soulless music the beat destroying their ears and ruining my brain like poison. The popular people like plastic figurines or Barbie and Ken dolls they look like they could melt under a warm summer sun. All the groups and cliques exist and then there is me; nothing, invisible. A story within a story thatâs what this needs. After about a year of sitting next to this girl in English the teacher decided to change the seating plan. âDennis sit over thereâ, and what did the girl say? âWhoâs Dennisâ the mind boggles⦠how can you sit next to someone day in day out and not at least now their name. Every lesson we have a register âDennisâ âYes Missâ Would that response not indicate I am Dennis. Apparently not. Oh well at least it gives me a good reason to loath her even more. Sheâs not special itâs all of them each detestable I their own way because itâs their fault not mine, they brought this upon themselves. Ignoring me, hurting me, neglecting my power. The power I should have. That I will one day have overall of them⦠to crush them and make them remember the name of Dennis Fridrihsbergs. Engrained on their mind. I didnât win them over through ânormalâ methods friendship and the like so now I will get their attention through fear. The plan is to destroy them completely all of them in as swift an action as possible. I havenât settled on what that is yet but someday as soon as possible they will beg me for life and tremble in fear. To look eye to eye with them and see the tears of anguish drip down their cheeks will be so much fun. âHe had made himself their master, and thought it good.â a beautiful quote and just what I will do to them.
The quote is from the Dr. Who episode "Last of the Time Lords" just as a tiny bibliography.
Niiiice... Finally. A story im going to understand! :P Chavs.. hate em. And yes, I love Dr Who. Thanks Pixie, this is the perfect story for me to read! Although I did have trouble picking out the speech from the rest of the text because of the symbols. I take it you forgot to post it from Notepad? Ahh well. still a great story xD
Another part of the story. I'm sorry that it is quite dark and I am in no way glamourising the topic. Oh and I did it all in the comment box so there should be no symbols.
Weeks, months if devoted labour planning this... this release for me. I was tempted to go in all guns blazing face to face so they could see what they have done why they deserve this. But I thought of something that is much more fun. It is amazing the power of explosion you can make from reasonably simple things. I remember one of the failed London bombings used Ciabbati flour. So for the scheme, my piece de resistance; I have rigged the main hall with bombs all set up to be triggered by a mobile phone. I wait till everyone is inside and then phone them up to say goodbye. It is such a release to be evil. No rules except your own. and the persepective of so much in life changes. I watched the Dark Knight and studied the Joker, he was brilliant and so right. To watch the world burn for no reason, just for fun is brilliant. those people that I know; that don't know me are al I know. Is it fair they represent the human race and planet Earth? Does it matter? Everything looks so fragile at times and I feel like a kid with a hammer staring at the broken pain of glass that is the world. We are all born and then we die. A to B. So does the inbetween journey really matter? Why can't I speed up the miserable life span of all those horrible, vile people. They follow the herd, does a cow really know when it is being sent to the abattoir. God knows why I am thinking about this there is nothing to rationalise and right now certainly no thought is needed. Everything is set, the charges are in place and everyone os in the hall. Ha it is working so well just to look at their faces, for once almost innocent looking, but then they just change to that blank look each of them have. Almost like an hypnotic gaze. It feels like I should shout out "you're all gonna die" and they wouldn't hear. Anyway I have left, departed that hell for the last time. Here goes... I set the number as somthing simple and nothing can go wrong now, this isn't a TV show or movie there is no hero or a doctor to soothe the wounds. It's done (I don't want to go into too much detail of it, that experience is all mine) but it was good better than I ever expected and no one survived. It has been a few months since it happened and no one has come to my door. There are no suspects and I'm free I can be whoever I want to be and I'm goind right to the top. The power of taking a few hundred lives was great now I want millions. And to manage it I shall be their master first and they shall worship me as they should have done all along.
Jezz I'm glad ya liked the dr who references I like to work in weird references.
O_O I was expecting a change in the kid's behavior, but no changes were made. The way that the event was quickly planned and executed with very little effect on the character was... cold. I love how different this story is.
I wasn't sure how do write about the "event" because at the end of the day it is the mass murder of children and I didn;t want to go into alot of detail.
Very nice story. I like how the kid didn't have a conscience as to what he did o_o. That's the true making of an actual villain. Hope you continue your story, cause I enjoy reading them .
And here I am Lord and Master of the world. It was easy to take over, embarasingly easy for you. And now the people just sit at home placid awaiting my orders. Stalin said something about he prefers to rule threw fear since it is harer to change. I have found something much better. Ultimate control, no fear at all, no pain or coercion just control over their poor little minds. At a flick of the switch I could kill everyone, flick another and they would all kill each other. But what I get to do is much more fun. I am the perfect leader, their God, they have no worries they have nothing I took it all but they don't care they sit and await orders. There are no services, the policemen has gone but there is no crime, no fires for the fireman and their is no one for the doctor to save. Once you understand it the humand mind is very simple and the very simple are always easy to control. I won an election, and then another I collected power slowly at first but then it was oh so easy. And for once in my life no one had to die; no one had to but I got bored once or twice. Now I could walk into someones house and watch a husband and wife bow to me, shoot the husband and the wife wouldn't bat an eyelid, she would ust be grateful for my esteemed prescence. I almost feel sad that all the humans are little more than shells, robots set to whatever I want. Biologically there are 4 billion humans left (I get bored alot especially in the winter) but really I am the last human. I stand in my palace and look out on my global empire and I see dead, lifeless bodies lining the streets and in homes having lunch or going to bed. The living are dead. Buldings are devastated and the air is dirty. The Earth is dieing and I love it. The power of life and death over a human is one thing but a planet it amazes me how easy it would be to destoy this place to burn it to the ground. And no one would notice they would vaporise in the heat and blankly si there and ignore it. So should I do it? Should I flick the switch and kill you all? Ha there's no one out therea herd of soulless creatures and I am God.
That is the perfect ending. Please leave the story at that unless you somehow find some way to top it. That is probably the best story i have read on the interwebs in a long, long time.
