The Boy with the Golden Bat
“The world is over-populated, what difference does it make if I kill a couple people?” Benjamin thought to himself, “Everyone has different ways of venting…mine just happens to be illegal. Its no big deal really, I’ll just be ending a few pathetic lives at my own pleasure.” Benjamin planned on taking his anger and frustration out on other people that’s how his father did it, like father like son right? The only things left for Benjamin to decide were when, where, and what weapon. “Surely not a gun, that’s to quick…something more violent…and that’ll cause more gore…like…a bat!” He thought, “The Boy with the Golden Bat, that’s the perfect name.” Later that day Benjamin when to the local sporting goods store and purchased their only golden bat the Rawlings Plasma Gold Adult Baseball Bat. Next on his list was the local Home Depot to buy and bag of sand, a drill, and Duct Tape. He went there and got them after a long search for a bag of sand, he finally asked for help and the employee was a “buttface” and just shrugged him off, “Isle eighteen end of the row,” that made him want to come here and go all serial. Benjamin wasn’t having second thoughts about his plans but he decided to sleep on them anyway. That night he dreamed of his father in the park beating all of the little kids with his wooden baseball bat…like father like son right? People always live up to their parent’s expectations so why not him, even if he loathes his father he can still say, “When I grow up I want to be just like my dad,” no matter what, right? When Benjamin awoke he still didn’t have any second thoughts, if anything he was surer about what he was going to be doing. He just needed to find a place and time but he isn’t going to worry about that now, he is going to finish perfecting his golden weapon. Everything was still in the same place, as he left it last night, not that he was expecting them to move or anything. Benjamin took the golden bat and drilled a hole at the top of it and skillfully filled the hollow core halfway with sand. He used the Duct Tape to mend the hole so all of the sand doesn’t fall out. After he was done the bat weighed about thirty pounds. “That’ll break some skulls,” He murmured aloud. Now the time has come for him to decide where he will go on his massacre. In his dream his father went to the park, Benjamin doesn’t want to kill little kids though because then you have angry mothers on your back. He needs to find somewhere without a lot of people but enough. So Benjamin decided on going to the library close to closing hours to kill some pathetic book worm civilians. Heck, he could kill the employees and give people a chance for a sufficient job. That afternoon he visited the library to see what time it closes; the day it closes the latest, which happened to be the next day, Saturday. Everything was going great, the only problem is the waiting. He couldn’t wait to finally let out fifteen years of rage. Benjamin slept like a baby that night, he had good dreams of salvation and things. His golden bat sat on the table screaming, “Why later, why not now?” He thought about replying but didn’t he just walked on. He decided to spoil himself today, make it be the day to remember. First he decided to buy himself some new pants! He hasn’t really grown in the past eight years (He is twenty-three years old) so that means he hasn’t had new pants in a couple of years. After his long pants-buying day there was still two hours until half-an-hour before the library closes. “Well, maybe I’ll take a nap.” He thought and he did. When his alarm went off ten minutes before he had to leave he all of a sudden broke out in a cold sweat with lots of stomach lurching. “Why am I so nervous, I should be excited like I was earlier,” he asked himself. A sip of water and his new pants made him feel better. There were still no second thoughts in his mind though. Twenty minutes later he pulled up to the library, his golden weapon sitting in the passenger seat. As he walked around the car to grab the bat his hand itched for it. Good, he was excited again, a sly smile wafted across his face. When he grabbed the bad it seem significantly lighter. Maintaining his pace he made his way to the stairs, up the stairs and in the door. When he entered the double doors Benjamin took a quick survey of his surroundings. From what he could tell there were two librarians behind the desk, inaccessible, and about six people scattered about. His first victim was coming up, a female employee that was coming out from behind the desk. He casually walked up to her, she eyed the baseball bat but didn’t question it. “Yes?” She asked. He replied with a swing of his bat into her knees a cacophonous crack sounded, she screamed and fell to the floor, still not dead. The next blow from the bat was to the head. Her body lay lifeless on the floor. Benjamin didn’t feel any remorse. He could hear people calling the police, before leaving Benjamin wanted to take one last life, a civilian. The closest civilian was sitting in a chair, he averted his eyes when Benjamin looked at him. When Benjamin moved towards him he got up and ran, therefore Benjamin ran after him. A spine-breaking blow landed on the civilian’s back and he fell, just for kicks Benjamin started kicking his face in, then he enforced a blow to his head, dark red liquid poured out of the back of his head. Gore, just what he’d been hoping for. Benjamin then bolted out of the library, still clinging to his bat. He got into his car and peeled out of the parking, he went the speed limit on the road because the sound of sirens filled the air and he wanted to avoid suspicion. Thankfully, the police, firefighters, and ambulances passed him and he went on his way home. When he got home and pulled his bat out he noticed that there were bloodstains all over it, so he washed it. That bat was now his best friend. Benjamin was feeling happy, relaxed and was still not feeling any remorse. With these new feelings Benjamin fell into the deepest, best sleep he has ever had. The next day on the news, they called Benjamin, “The Boy with the Golden Bat,” just as he wanted.
So I slaughtered the end, I'm sorry. I originally typed this on MSword, so there aren't any indents or anything, sorry if it confuses you.
Cant Scream · Thu Dec 20, 2007 @ 07:43pm · 1 Comments |