The man leans against the wall, panting heavily. Subtle yet clear laughter echoes through the ally. "Hehe...so you thought you could run?" Says an anonymous figure creeping up closer. "please leave me alone!!!" Shouts the man now collapsing onto his ass, shaking with fear, and a faint smell of urine can be detected through the air as the footsteps become louder and the laughing become almost unbearable. The man closes his eyes tightly waiting and wanting to wake up from this horrid nightmare "it's just a dream" the man mutters to himself over and over. The footsteps and laughter stop completely.... just silence... The man slowly opens up his eyes and scans out in front of him to see nothing except darkness, a relieved sigh escapes his lips. "I should stop drinking" the man thinks to himself before gently pushing his body off the ground and wiping the dirt and dust off of his dark skinny jeans. "Boo" the man's eyes widen as he catches the sight of a young school boy ,not much older then 20, smiling at him with a ominous glow surrounding his average yet dominating body. Before the man could scream or make any sudden movements a knife pierced right through the
back of the man's head, making him into a human skewer
The laughter could be heard once again as the footsteps become softer and softer until they eventually disappear into the night.
Ring ring! Ring ring! Ri- a hand slams down on an old and almost broken alarm clock. "Urghhhhh" an audible groan could be heard following a "ISSAC YOUR GOING TO BE LATE!!!". Issac slowly exits his bed and walks up to the vertical mirror right next to his bedroom door. Issac looks at his reflection and wipes off the mysterious red droplets on his short messy brown hair. Issac looks at his piercing blue eyes and his average frame before putting on his favourite t-shirt which happens to be a black shirt with the words 'dont cross me' written on it. After Issac is dressed and ready to go he heads down the stairs and into the living room where his father resides, finishing the last of his toast. "Issac you ready?" Asked Terry not waiting for a response as he grabs his car keys from the table and heads towards the coat rack. "Have you taken your meds?" Terry looked at Issac with an usual serious face "yes, I've taken them" Issac responds. Terry nods and proceeds to walk towards the front door before stopping and staring at a framed picture on the wall. It was a picture of Isaacs mother on her wedding night, smiling brightly into a camera standing next to a tall man ,with short hair and blue eyes, which Isaac recognises as his father. "I know you never knew your parents" Terry started "but they were wonderful people and they both would want the best for you Issac" a tear forms in Terry's eye as Issac walks over to comfort him. It's been almost 15 years since the accident that ended their lifes. The embrace ended and both of them stood there staring at eachother awkwardly. "All right let's get you to school then" Terry forces out a smile to release them both from the awkward moment.
After a boring 20minute drive Issac finds himself in a boring classroom that he's been in for the past 7months.
"Hey Issac" says a tall blonde boy with long hair. His name is clay and Isaacs known him for most of his life. Issac met clay when he was 7 and they've been best friends ever since. Unknown to clay, Issac has a huge crush on him. "Oh h-hey" Issac says blushing and awkwardly scratching the back of his head. Clay takes his seat next to Issac before talking about a newly released game. "Now settle down class" says an old gentleman walking into the room. "Today we're learning about physics'" a long and hard groan that could have shaken the largest amount then forms from every students mouth at the mere mention of the subject physics'. "Hey Issac let me play" says a mysterious voice in Isaacs head. Isaacs hand shoots straight into the air before people aknowledged by the teacher "what's the matter Mr kringler?" He asks "I need to go to the toilet" Issac responds, shaking with fear. "No" the teacher response is a kick in the teeth for issac as the voice gets louder and louder in his head. "Issac let me play...I promise I won't hurt clay...come on issac... Just for a little while" the voice hounds Issac over and over again until Issac gives in and responds with "fine".
"And that's how you so-" before the teacher could finish of explaining the answer a chilling laughter spread through the room. Everyone turned towards the noise and their eyes settled on Issac who was smiling at everyone with a strange sort of satisfaction. "Mr. Kringler what's so funny?!" Demanded the teacher but the only response he got was Issac sitting there laughing. Issac stood up and slowly approached the teacher, his eyes wide and full of excitement while drool slowly escapes his mouth and dribbles onto the floor. "I prefer Zack" whispered Issac before ploughing a pencil through the teacher's retina. The sound of the teacher and students screaming filled the classroom as all the students run towards the door to escape the scene they just winessed. Clay sits there unmoving, looking utterly horrified at what he's witnessing. Issac moves towards clay with a sly smile on his face before leaning over the desk and kissing him on the lips. Without Zacks realisation the police was already here and had both classroom doors surrounded. CRASH! "Freeze this is the police!" 3 men all in police uniform burst through the door, aiming their weapons at Zack before detaining him and taking him away.
6months later....
A small smoke cloud is released into the air. "Fuck this" Issac muttered before putting the cigarette out on his forearm. During the first 3 months in jail Issac was revolted with what he'd done but slowly ,as time passed,
Issac felt like the teacher deserved what he got. Also during this 6month period Issac and Zack had a nice long conversation and reached an agreement, Zack can only appear when Issac needs him the most. They made this agreement as Issac was 99.9% sure he was going to prison forever. Issacc stands up and strolls over towards the cell door "I've been in here for 6months and I'm still awaiting my court date for fuck sake what's taking so long?" "Do I look like the fucking judge?" Replied a smartly dressed prison guard. Issac slumps towards his bed and leaps on it, covering himself with the old dusty blanket that was given to every new inmate. "This is gonna take ages" he muttered to himself before lighting another cigarette.
