Post by Adrian on Mar 31, 2007 3:44:59 GMT 10
Quick Disclaimer: This story has some violence in it. You have been warned.
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Inhale. Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.
It’s long past midnight and I’m at my best friend’s house. I’m asking him what’s the best way to clean blood that’s soaked under tile, what’s the best way to get rid of clothes that you can’t wear anymore, what the least damaging way to completely remove blood from sensitive items. He doesn’t think my joke is funny, he wants an explanation, he wants to know what I’m talking about; I tell him.
Now don’t laugh at this but the most dangerous person you could deal with in a school is always the nerdy type. While everybody else is goofing around, these kids are listening to their teachers every word, hoping they’ll say something amazing. They’re taking in all those little pieces of information nobody ever really takes as important. There are a lot of things they teach you though that is pretty useful. Now don’t laugh at this but in Anatomy, they teach you how to be an effective killer. All those arteries and nerve endings, it’s the same stuff they teach to the military all over. Where to hit people to make sure they die. In chemistry they teach you the best way to make explosives, the most efficient way to shatter metal, the safest way to deal with acid; the same stuff they teach demolition experts. All this stuff, anybody who pays attention in class can learn it. And that attention to detail is what got me in trouble. I’m in college now, and I’m only here because I’ve been able to stay top of the class with projects. But this new guy, a transfer student, he could ruin everything. He was still tired from his long ride from wherever he’s from, and already he’s quickly entering the top percent, and I don’t have the funds to take that risk. One mistake on my part and I’ll never be a doctor.
It’s close to finals, and already the medical department is finishing their projects, and even now tensions are high. Competition between students is too high, they cut people who aren’t the top percent, even if you’re grades are good. I wait until its dark; it’s about 10:00 at night. I start out towards the lab that has all these projects in them. I have a bag with me that has all the gear I’d need for this little task. I can’t afford to lose my scholarship, so I have to do whatever I can to keep it. Once inside, I know exactly where I’m going... I head over to the door that has all of our work inside, and of course it is locked. I take out my can of Freon, we got to use it in lab a little while back, and I took some home with me. I spray it in the door’s lock, maybe for thirty seconds before taking out my hand drill and cracking the lock and opening the door. I learned that in chemistry and shop.
Once inside I make my way towards the transfer student’s project. I’ve seen it before, I look over it. My only relief is that it isn’t better than mine, but I need to make sure he gets low enough to stay down. His name is Clint Cunningham; this is the first time I ever heard his name. Before I can get to work, I hear something at the side door. The steady release of gas from an can; the sound of a drill shattering frozen metal. I jump behind a table and hope it’s dark enough and my clothes are black enough to stay hidden.
It’s Clint, to my surprise he makes his way to my project; I see he has a hammer. I wasn’t about to let him take away my prize, my scholarship, my job. I stand up and grab his hand before he brings the hammer down. I’m just noticing how strong he is. Before I can do much else he turns around to bring it down on me. He hits me square in the shoulder, making me give a sharp gasp of pain.
I grab the rat-tail file I have in my pocket with my left hand, holding his hammer wielding hand in my right. I hit him in his brachial artery, blood pouring out fast. I hit him again, poking another hole. He stops trying to hit me. He’s turning pale, he’s falling down. He’s lying in a pool of his own blood now; a fine coat of mist covering most of the room. He’s slightly moving, it doesn’t matter. I look around, nobody has seen a thing. I think for a moment about what to do with him, and how the best way to move many things is. I go to my bag and pull out a fillet knife; the best way to move a big thing is to section it.
Now don’t laugh at this but in Home Etiquette they teach you how to carve a turkey, a chicken, a duck, it’s all the same thing really. A turkey, is a rabbit, is a deer, is a person. It takes a little more than thirty minutes to finish the job. And by the time I’m done, I’m covered in a nice coat of blood. I take off all my clothes but my boxers; they’re the only thing left reasonably clean. For a moment, all I can think about is the fact that those were my good shoes. I head to the janitors closet and pull out his mop, whatever that cleaning product is, along with some large rubber gloves. I head back to the room and big my work. First, I take the fillet of Clint along with my clothes and dump him in the furnace, making sure to increase the temperature to max, in case any of his bones were unnaturally tough. I dump my clothes into a tub of water near by.
After that is a long mopping process, I make sure I get everything I can. After that I just dump the canister of cleaner on the ground. It covers the entire area. In biology you learn your blood is an acid. Everything in your genetics, that’s all based on acids, that’s how they know who you are. Cleaning products, anything with ammonia, that’s a base, all that acid gone. Everything that made Clint, gone with a tub of lemon fresh clog remover.
I go over the ground with a mop again, just drying it off. I open the door and try to fan out the air, just to clear the fumes. All this and I’m just remembering about the project, I guess it didn’t matter now. The whole thing must have taken an hour, maybe three. I begin to leave when something catches my eye, it’s always the things you don’t expect that get you. That misty layer of blood landed right on some of the projects. Blood, now in a rare form of fungus that can’t come out, is stuck in the soil of some kid’s project. It’s visible, it’s showing through. It’s going to make them search floor and find the collected blood under the tile, find the remains of bones inside the furnace.
Find that there were only two people who left the dorm that night.
I’m at my friend’s house, telling him why it’s an emergency. He’s calling me sick, telling me to leave. And all he does for me, after all our time of friendship, through all the fun, carefree times as children, through the akward soap opera of the teenage years, through his failed marriage, is retell my guiltless confession to the police.
It’s always the things you least expect that get you. And that is why I will never be a doctor.
You. Now you can take a good, deep breath. I still have not.
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It should be said that my heart really wasn't in this. So yes, I know it's crap... Just finished typing it a little bit ago. Comments and constructive criticism are very appreciated, and thanks very much for reading!
___________________________
Inhale. Take in as much air as you can. This story should last about as long as you can hold your breath, and then just a little bit longer. So listen as fast as you can.
It’s long past midnight and I’m at my best friend’s house. I’m asking him what’s the best way to clean blood that’s soaked under tile, what’s the best way to get rid of clothes that you can’t wear anymore, what the least damaging way to completely remove blood from sensitive items. He doesn’t think my joke is funny, he wants an explanation, he wants to know what I’m talking about; I tell him.
Now don’t laugh at this but the most dangerous person you could deal with in a school is always the nerdy type. While everybody else is goofing around, these kids are listening to their teachers every word, hoping they’ll say something amazing. They’re taking in all those little pieces of information nobody ever really takes as important. There are a lot of things they teach you though that is pretty useful. Now don’t laugh at this but in Anatomy, they teach you how to be an effective killer. All those arteries and nerve endings, it’s the same stuff they teach to the military all over. Where to hit people to make sure they die. In chemistry they teach you the best way to make explosives, the most efficient way to shatter metal, the safest way to deal with acid; the same stuff they teach demolition experts. All this stuff, anybody who pays attention in class can learn it. And that attention to detail is what got me in trouble. I’m in college now, and I’m only here because I’ve been able to stay top of the class with projects. But this new guy, a transfer student, he could ruin everything. He was still tired from his long ride from wherever he’s from, and already he’s quickly entering the top percent, and I don’t have the funds to take that risk. One mistake on my part and I’ll never be a doctor.
It’s close to finals, and already the medical department is finishing their projects, and even now tensions are high. Competition between students is too high, they cut people who aren’t the top percent, even if you’re grades are good. I wait until its dark; it’s about 10:00 at night. I start out towards the lab that has all these projects in them. I have a bag with me that has all the gear I’d need for this little task. I can’t afford to lose my scholarship, so I have to do whatever I can to keep it. Once inside, I know exactly where I’m going... I head over to the door that has all of our work inside, and of course it is locked. I take out my can of Freon, we got to use it in lab a little while back, and I took some home with me. I spray it in the door’s lock, maybe for thirty seconds before taking out my hand drill and cracking the lock and opening the door. I learned that in chemistry and shop.
Once inside I make my way towards the transfer student’s project. I’ve seen it before, I look over it. My only relief is that it isn’t better than mine, but I need to make sure he gets low enough to stay down. His name is Clint Cunningham; this is the first time I ever heard his name. Before I can get to work, I hear something at the side door. The steady release of gas from an can; the sound of a drill shattering frozen metal. I jump behind a table and hope it’s dark enough and my clothes are black enough to stay hidden.
It’s Clint, to my surprise he makes his way to my project; I see he has a hammer. I wasn’t about to let him take away my prize, my scholarship, my job. I stand up and grab his hand before he brings the hammer down. I’m just noticing how strong he is. Before I can do much else he turns around to bring it down on me. He hits me square in the shoulder, making me give a sharp gasp of pain.
I grab the rat-tail file I have in my pocket with my left hand, holding his hammer wielding hand in my right. I hit him in his brachial artery, blood pouring out fast. I hit him again, poking another hole. He stops trying to hit me. He’s turning pale, he’s falling down. He’s lying in a pool of his own blood now; a fine coat of mist covering most of the room. He’s slightly moving, it doesn’t matter. I look around, nobody has seen a thing. I think for a moment about what to do with him, and how the best way to move many things is. I go to my bag and pull out a fillet knife; the best way to move a big thing is to section it.
Now don’t laugh at this but in Home Etiquette they teach you how to carve a turkey, a chicken, a duck, it’s all the same thing really. A turkey, is a rabbit, is a deer, is a person. It takes a little more than thirty minutes to finish the job. And by the time I’m done, I’m covered in a nice coat of blood. I take off all my clothes but my boxers; they’re the only thing left reasonably clean. For a moment, all I can think about is the fact that those were my good shoes. I head to the janitors closet and pull out his mop, whatever that cleaning product is, along with some large rubber gloves. I head back to the room and big my work. First, I take the fillet of Clint along with my clothes and dump him in the furnace, making sure to increase the temperature to max, in case any of his bones were unnaturally tough. I dump my clothes into a tub of water near by.
After that is a long mopping process, I make sure I get everything I can. After that I just dump the canister of cleaner on the ground. It covers the entire area. In biology you learn your blood is an acid. Everything in your genetics, that’s all based on acids, that’s how they know who you are. Cleaning products, anything with ammonia, that’s a base, all that acid gone. Everything that made Clint, gone with a tub of lemon fresh clog remover.
I go over the ground with a mop again, just drying it off. I open the door and try to fan out the air, just to clear the fumes. All this and I’m just remembering about the project, I guess it didn’t matter now. The whole thing must have taken an hour, maybe three. I begin to leave when something catches my eye, it’s always the things you don’t expect that get you. That misty layer of blood landed right on some of the projects. Blood, now in a rare form of fungus that can’t come out, is stuck in the soil of some kid’s project. It’s visible, it’s showing through. It’s going to make them search floor and find the collected blood under the tile, find the remains of bones inside the furnace.
Find that there were only two people who left the dorm that night.
I’m at my friend’s house, telling him why it’s an emergency. He’s calling me sick, telling me to leave. And all he does for me, after all our time of friendship, through all the fun, carefree times as children, through the akward soap opera of the teenage years, through his failed marriage, is retell my guiltless confession to the police.
It’s always the things you least expect that get you. And that is why I will never be a doctor.
You. Now you can take a good, deep breath. I still have not.
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It should be said that my heart really wasn't in this. So yes, I know it's crap... Just finished typing it a little bit ago. Comments and constructive criticism are very appreciated, and thanks very much for reading!