Oh, How Lives Can Change
Intro
Its amazing how quickly you life can be turned upside down. . . I learned my lesson all too well. Allow me to explain.
I was seventeen years old when the tides of change began to rise. I lived in a two story home with a happy Mother, Father and younger sister. We were well off financially, and both my sister and I had a large college savings. We were two smart kids, I can tell you. And the way she played that flute. . .
Anyway.
One night, while I was home with my parents and she was out with her friends I received a call. A ride home, she asked. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of my English summative project, so I had to refuse. She had no problem with it, and told me she would walk and she understood. She didn't return that night. It wasn't until noon the next day I would see her again. Bloody and bruised laying on a hospital bed. She hadn't said a word since she was found, but the Sexual Assault Evidence Collection Kit told us what happened all too clearly. . . If they were going to do. . . That, to her, why did they need to beat her afterward? Savages. . .
In light of the otherwise horrific situation, the perpetrators were found and put in a line up. She positively identified them and they were in court not two weeks later, thanks to my fathers generous donations. However, the courts rulings were. . . Sub satisfactory. . .
All under the age of eighteen, all but one of the felons was sentenced to 200 hours of community service. . . And zero jail time.
My father was enraged, my mother was horrified. . . My sister. . . My sister killed herself the same night.
My perfect little family then started to drift apart. Meals were what you made for yourself. We ate apart, we rarely talked. Then my father lost his job. We had a large savings, but most of it had been spent on laywer and other court fees. We were broke. The house lost, and my parents growing steadily apart I noticed some changes in myself. My grades dropped drastically, I missed project due dates and exams. I failed every course and lost my chance at getting into any school worthwhile. . .
When I arrived home with the news, I was presented with something worse. My parents were going to separate. I went to live with my mother.
Not two months later, I received news that my father had drank himself to death. It couldn't have been more than four days after that my mother went to town on her "Happy Pills". Of my immediate family, I was alone.
The tides of change slowly receded, the calm before the storm. I used my college savings that had gone overlooked during my families financial problems to purchase the items I would need to bring justice to an unjust world. I took to the streets and met with street scum crooks. I bought myself a black K-BAR, a M1911 Colt .45 and an MP5 with a silencer. I'm sure I was overcharged, but money was not an object. I headed to the accessed the public courtroom archives, then did a little research to find the home addresses of the four young men who had gotten off so easily before. A mistake that most certainly would not be duplicated.
I went bought myself a new outfit, a plain black suit -nothing special- and an overcoat to conceal my weapons. I planned and plotted for days before the night that would change my life.
I visited each home between the hours of 12 and 4 am. First, I neutralized everyone within but my intended targets. While they slept, I bound them to their beds. When they awoke, I bled them as slowly as I could in hopes I might duplicate the pain they had put my sister through. When I was done, I left without a trace. Not an easy feat, but well within the realm of possibility.
However, I found something out about myself that night. . . About how powerful it felt to gut a man while he watched. How thrilling it was to watch the life fade from their eyes. How. . . Fun, it was to take a life. . .
Oh, how a life can change. . .
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Intro
Its amazing how quickly you life can be turned upside down. . . I learned my lesson all too well. Allow me to explain.
I was seventeen years old when the tides of change began to rise. I lived in a two story home with a happy Mother, Father and younger sister. We were well off financially, and both my sister and I had a large college savings. We were two smart kids, I can tell you. And the way she played that flute. . .
Anyway.
One night, while I was home with my parents and she was out with her friends I received a call. A ride home, she asked. Unfortunately, I was in the middle of my English summative project, so I had to refuse. She had no problem with it, and told me she would walk and she understood. She didn't return that night. It wasn't until noon the next day I would see her again. Bloody and bruised laying on a hospital bed. She hadn't said a word since she was found, but the Sexual Assault Evidence Collection Kit told us what happened all too clearly. . . If they were going to do. . . That, to her, why did they need to beat her afterward? Savages. . .
In light of the otherwise horrific situation, the perpetrators were found and put in a line up. She positively identified them and they were in court not two weeks later, thanks to my fathers generous donations. However, the courts rulings were. . . Sub satisfactory. . .
All under the age of eighteen, all but one of the felons was sentenced to 200 hours of community service. . . And zero jail time.
My father was enraged, my mother was horrified. . . My sister. . . My sister killed herself the same night.
My perfect little family then started to drift apart. Meals were what you made for yourself. We ate apart, we rarely talked. Then my father lost his job. We had a large savings, but most of it had been spent on laywer and other court fees. We were broke. The house lost, and my parents growing steadily apart I noticed some changes in myself. My grades dropped drastically, I missed project due dates and exams. I failed every course and lost my chance at getting into any school worthwhile. . .
When I arrived home with the news, I was presented with something worse. My parents were going to separate. I went to live with my mother.
Not two months later, I received news that my father had drank himself to death. It couldn't have been more than four days after that my mother went to town on her "Happy Pills". Of my immediate family, I was alone.
The tides of change slowly receded, the calm before the storm. I used my college savings that had gone overlooked during my families financial problems to purchase the items I would need to bring justice to an unjust world. I took to the streets and met with street scum crooks. I bought myself a black K-BAR, a M1911 Colt .45 and an MP5 with a silencer. I'm sure I was overcharged, but money was not an object. I headed to the accessed the public courtroom archives, then did a little research to find the home addresses of the four young men who had gotten off so easily before. A mistake that most certainly would not be duplicated.
I went bought myself a new outfit, a plain black suit -nothing special- and an overcoat to conceal my weapons. I planned and plotted for days before the night that would change my life.
I visited each home between the hours of 12 and 4 am. First, I neutralized everyone within but my intended targets. While they slept, I bound them to their beds. When they awoke, I bled them as slowly as I could in hopes I might duplicate the pain they had put my sister through. When I was done, I left without a trace. Not an easy feat, but well within the realm of possibility.
However, I found something out about myself that night. . . About how powerful it felt to gut a man while he watched. How thrilling it was to watch the life fade from their eyes. How. . . Fun, it was to take a life. . .
Oh, how a life can change. . .
Introduction - Rules - Profile Skeleton - Accepted Profiles - News/Updates
