Shit to the World and All who Inhabit It

A/n: The life of a high school wanna-be facing the temptations of life: dope, drag, booze, Versace and Gucci apparel, and most irresistible of all… the lust of the sex god.

8

So tell me what’s new. I’m stuck in another hellhole, left with no one else but the sound of screams and all that bullshit. I still wonder why they never gave up hope on me. I mean, I’m never gonna change. I just have this feeling that I’m trapped in this mass murderer persona they’ve always expected me to be.

And what do I do? Nothing. Not that I really care how to be one of them.

Sheep. Pure stupidity disguised in wool. Makes me want to barf right now… as I see jocks and nerds and Goths and social climbers trying to reach the so-called “apex”. Ugh. Figures.

I’m never gonna fit in. Never.

8

“Why don’t you introduce yourself, Mr. Hidaka?”

Blood red filled my senses as I tried hard to strangle this fucking redhead with my stares. Introduce myself? Do I have to freaking introduce myself? The whole school knows why I was transferred here! They all know about the psycho who crucified his teacher with some other girl screwed atop him. And you still want to know me? How totally fucked-up could that be?

“C’mon, don’t be shy…”

How’d you want to be my breakfast, you slut of a teacher? You wanna jump on top of Mr. Fukuda with his parody of the crucifixion? Do you wanna feel my lips on yours as I nail you down to pieces? As I fuck you to bloody death? Do you? Do you? Do you?

“Just introduce yourself! It’s not like you’re some sloppy snotnose, you know…” That’s when I realized Kritiker didn’t reveal about it all. There must be no more school left who would take me in. However much Kritiker is willing to offer; however possible they could put the school down. So they had to shut up. Keep my identity low. Fuck the school board and poof! I’m strolling the campus like a true blue preppy.

Slowly I walked up to the front and faced the herd of black and white sheep, losing themselves in my words. “Ken’s the name. Eighteen and loving it. Come from the East Side… uh, not much to say, not much to do.” White lies, half-lies, lies, lies, still lies…

“Any interesting thing to add?”

“Uh… I was quite close to the late Vinna Parks…” Gasps. Yeah, I was close to her all right. Close enough I could feel her blood flowing on my arms, as I coated her entrails with cum. The image of my fifth victim whose means of living was making faces at crowds crawled into my mind, I couldn’t help but boast of our “happy times” together. “…And she slipped on the ice and flew!” The whole room laughed, I felt light, I felt like a star, I felt welcome.

This is going to be one hell of a rollercoaster…

“And how’d you feel when you saw her body mutilated like meat? Saw her eyes screwed like bolts gone wild? Saw her as twisted as her last emotions?” I turned to see where this voice came from. Smooth, suave calm… An orange tuft of hair greeted me, eyes poring into me like two conniving sinners knowing bloody hell what the other was thinking and feeling.

At that moment, I had fallen in love. Hard.

Same here, katzchen.

What the - ?

“Schuldig!” A sandy-haired young boy, who looked just half my age, scolded him.

“What?’ The guy called Schuldig said, shrugging. “He said he knew Vinna… Why not ask him how he felt when she died? What’s all so fucking wrong with that?” He turned back to me. “So?” All eyes were on me, waiting for my reply. Waiting for my answer, waiting for the sensible reply, the right thing to say. The sheep answer. How could I tell them…

I loved it.

I knew it.

My eyes fixed themselves on Schuldig. Shit. Wrong move. Definitely a wrong move. Shouldn’t have thought. Thought of anything like that. This time, I knew who I was dealing with…what I was dealing with.

I should’ve known. This guy’s a friggin’ telepath.

Checkmate.