It was simple, my want for revenge. I hated them so much. John Backer, foot-ball star, mocked me every day of my life! Leslie Smith, she would flirt, and taunt, and barrage me with little hints, and when I asked her to be with me, or advanced, she claimed rape, or made fun of me.
Mark Gilber, alwasy the funny one, and when jkes were put on me they were cruel and fierce. Jason Danner always wanted to be violent, always beating the crap out of me. Sam Gallin, always cheated off me, and taddled, and took my credit. All of them I hated. I would have my revenge.
Years had passed, and the time for my revenge was ripe. I rented out a large mansion at a private ski resort. The owners showed me everything I’d need to know…it was suppose to be private, no-one but those wanted. I had rented it for a week, but I wouldn’t need it that long. Finding those I hated through public record, I sent letters, stating:
Dear student,
You were at North Hill Highschool during 2000, as a sophmore. Some people from your class have been choosen to come to a private ski resort, all expenses payed, as a High School gathering. You were rewarded by chance. The instructions and free plane ticket are included with this letter. Congradulations.
Hawk County ‘To be Youth’ Fund.
I’m sure all would come. They were all egotistic, ignorant, fiends of people, and would always come to something free and simple, without any need for responsability. And they did indeed come, all in all they went to there rooms, after meeting with the Resort Manager, me. Of course, this was a lie, but I couldn’t actually say who I was. The first day, full of skiing, and other activites, ended with a large dinner, and everyone went to bed. Now was the time for my revenge. I would start with Sam. I went to his room, and opened the door with my ‘manager key.’ Walking in, I gagged him, and dragged his body off to the basement, after tieing him up in ropes. I secured him to a chair, put a video recorder in front of him, and pushed record. Then as it recorded, his eyes zipping around in fear, I threw a a dart at him. It stuck in his skin as he flinched in pain. I kept throwing darts, and he kept confulsing in pain.
The camera still recorded his pain, and I stepped up my procedures. I got a gun and fired at his shoulder. Always I stood off screen, so I couldn’t enjoy blasting his ass point blank, or strangling him, but there would be a time for that. I shot him again in the knee. Tears rolled down his face, and I was becoming quite lustful for more blood. I picked up throwing knifes, throwing them at him with all my rage an anger, the knifes piercing his skin. He was bleeding to death, and I just let the camera take his pain. When it was over, I took the tape out, and in a case with a note. Then I walked over the corpse, and held back the hair, so his head fell back. Smiling, I set the corpse ablaze, and went upstairs. I placed the tape by there ski’s and snowboards, and went to bed.
The next morning, I treated them all with a big breakfast. They couldn’t find Sam and were worried, not entirelly though. He was never popular either. Leslie found the tape by her skis, and we put it in the VCR. They were horrified, and rightly so. The note attached was read by Jason, he read it in a stuttering voice.
“If you stay, you live under my conditions, if you leave, I will hunt you down and kill you! I have you entire mansion under survilence! I want you to send one of your own into the forest, or I kill you all.”
In terror, they began to blame each other, and I told everyone to calm down. Becasue of there vile nature, they choose me, which I knew they would. In my defense, I put up an act, but they bound me and carried me into the forest to the location stated by the note. I hid a knife and other tools I would need there, but waited for night. When night came, I un-burried a hidden knife, and cut the ropes. Taking a fake blood pouch, and breaking it at the spot, I was happy my plan was going as I wanted it too. I got my other tools of murder, and the black trench coat, and went to the house. Being mostly idiotic as they were, they looked out the windows little. I slapped the next note on the door with a bone, with bits of flesh attached, and headed back for the forest. The snow was cold, yet I stood awake till dawn. Looking out as they found the bone, thinking it to be the ‘resort managers’, they read the note, which I watched threw bionoculars. The note was very simple.
“Good Job, you live for now. Srat here for one more night, and you can all go home, IF, you Leslie, make sweet love to Jason tonight in the den. No-one else watches, once this is done, by dawn you can leave.”
Leslie and Jason were eager to agree, and began right away. John and Mark went to the kitchen, as was told in the note for them to do. Leslie and Jasons little love making would give time for me to finish the other two. I went through the back door, and found Mark in the kitchen alone. I looked around, stealth like. John was in the hall, trying to listen to the love-making. I put a rope around his neck, and dragged him to the basement. The black corpse of Sam still there, I threw John to it. John was scared, and tryed to fight, but I held up a gun, and smiled. He knew it was me, and I told him if he shouted I would kill him, and if he didn’t do as I said, I would kill him. He had to agree. I todl him there was a knife on the table. I wanted him to eat the flesh of Sam. He got to work, and after a few hours finished off his arm. He was getting tired, and sick. I had enjoyed that, but was bored, so I shot him in the head non-chalantly,and headed upstairs. No-one was in the bathroom, so I took off my coat, cut my arm, and ran into the den. There a fully dressed Jason and Leslie looked up at me.
“Your…alive!” said Leslie.
“Yeah,” I replied,”But he’s coming! He’s pissed too!”
“What?” said Jason.
“He’s coming damnit!” I replied and ran into the hall. Jason went after, and I surprizerd him, shooting him in the face. Leslie followed Jason, and I slapped her acorss the face, then, pulling a crowbar I had leaned against the wall, knocked her out.
When Leslie awoke, she was naked, and strapped to a table in the basement. I was smiling at her, also nude, at her feet. She began to cry, and I countued to smile as I talked.
“Leslie, sweetheart,” I said feeling up her thigh, “You should have loved me like I did you. Your such a tease.”
She was confused, and kept looking at me. Then she realized.
“You! Kevin! It’s you!”
“Yes Leslie…it’s me. I can finally have my revenge.”
I got on her and began to fuck her, insanely. When I was all drained, I got dressed, and walked over to the table. Peices of wire, and a torch where there. I heated the ends, and pierced her skin, she screamed all through it. When I had the flesh totally pierced at every angled, she was near death merely from pain. I began to laugh, as I carted from a back room, and near dead Mark. He was moaning as he awoke. I gafaaed insanely, as I began to place small explosives all around the room, one bar of tnt up Leslies pussy, and many strapped to Mark and myself. Explosive all around the basement, I laughed, tears rolling down my face. Then in one over dramtic effort, I held up a small pad with a red button on hit. I looked at the button, hearing Leslie’s screams, the now fully aware Mark crying like a child. Revenge was mine. I pressed the button. My revenge.