Nihilism - Part 2 (662 hits)
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Submitted by gain (View user info) at 2004-10-11 19:01:56 EDT
Note : Although I hope to put this together into a novel, at the moment I'm just writing random scenes. Someday, i'll organize it all and post it.
I crouched over him as I pulled out the knife. The ground was wet from the last class who'd hit the showers. I could see the fear in his eyes, fear that comes from ten masked guys with guns bursting in on you.
As I leaned towards his face, I pulled my mask off.
"I want you to listen to me."
I could see a tear running down his face. Even after giving up, I wouldn't have been stupid enough to confront him on my own. He took down other football players for fun.
"We are the people that you never notice. We are the people who fill the hallways. We are the people who hide in the cubicles while you enjoy life."
He smiled at that. It wasn't supposed to be funny.
I continued talking while I flicked the blade out and brought it to his throat.
"We are sick and fucking tired of having to be normal. Of being expected to live in the suburbs. Of having two point four kids. Of having a minivan. Of having a slightly overweight wife. And we are tired of being expected to go to bed every night hating ourselves for what we've allowed ourselves to become."
He looked up at me in amazement.
"You're fucking insane."
The knife glinted the tiles as it touched his throat.
"Who's to say? But watch out. Because we are the most dangerous things to ever happen to this school. We are ghosts. You would never be able to guess who is under these masks. We aren't the kids who stand out. We're the ones that blend in. And we don't care."
He gulped and started twitching as the blade started to cut his throat.
"Do you know what nihilism is? I wouldn't expect you to. To quote, it's a complete rejection of established laws and establishments. We've completely rejected the idea of being normal."
I stopped the blade as it started to draw blood.
"There is no reason for us to be alive. We will never contribute anything to society. No good comes from our continued existence."
I leaned in until our noses were almost touching. He was sweating like crazy.
"We have no fear, because we don't care. None of us have any inhibitions whatsoever. I could slit your throat right now and not think twice about it."
He began to cry. I found myself hating him more than before. A minute ago, he was just an enemy. But now he was something far worse. He was a coward.
"What you might find even scarier is that none of us fear death. We're not suicidal, but we'll die if we have to."
He was on the verge of a heart attack.
"We are taking over this school, and nobody is going to be the wiser. We will take over everything if we want, and nobody will know. Do not get in our way, because we will just as soon kill you as walk past you!"
I was screaming now. The tears were streaming down his face. Judging by the smell, he had soiled himself. I stood up, and dusted myself off. Everybody else in the room was silent and unmoving. As I casually walked away, I heard something very quietly behind me.
"Fuck you."
Everyone froze instantly. I turned around and faced him.
"What did you say?"
He had backed himself into the corner, and wore a face of half fear and half rage.
"Fuck you!"
There was more energy in it this time.
I began to laugh. Quietly and softly at first, then moving on until I couldn't stop. After about a minute, I finally finished.
"You never learn, do you? I just told you that I would just as soon kill you as talk to you, and yet, here we are."
He grew braver.
"You're bluffing."
I started laughing again. I threw my head back and let loose.
When I was done, I turned back to him. He was about fifteen feet away.
"I'm bluffing? That's a good one. Alright, let's see how much I'm bluffing."
I tossed him my switchblade.
"You and me, one on one. You even get the knife"
He looked surprised and terrified that I had called him.
"No way. Everyone in here has a gun."
It was true.
"Alright." I looked around as I spoke. "Everyone, put down your weapons."
Other groups of people would have questioned. But here, ten pistols hit the ground at the same time. Three seconds later, ten knifes hit the ground at the same time.
"Better?"
He didn't answer.
"Come on. If you beat me, we'll back off and disband. You'll never have to worry about us again."
In a moment of bravado, he charged at me. He was probably fooled by my no fear of death speech. You see, even though I have no fear of death, I'm not stupid.
Ten feet.
Nine feet.
Eight feet.
Seven feet.
Six feet.
Five feet.
I brought up my pistol.
At three feet, I shot him in the gut. He stopped in his tracks, and collapsed. I sauntered over to him.
"None of them would attack you is what I said. But I never said anything about myself, did I?"
His eyes were glazing over. I took the switchblade out of his hand.
"You'll notice that I never told you what would happen if I won."
He started coughing up blood.
"I told you not to fuck with us. I gave you a huge chance to stay alive."
He might have actually lived.
I rammed the knife into his neck.
At my snap, everyone picked up their weapons and turned to leave. One guy turned on all the showers to wash everything up, and we disappeared into the school.
User Reviews
Submitted by mockidol (user info) at 2004-10-11 22:05:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
not bad
here is another minimalist/ chuck palahniuk style story i recently put up
http://www.ubersite.com/m/47043
Submitted by gain (user info) at 2004-10-11 21:35:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Ughh. Just hit a low.
As a note, being bi-polar fucking sucks.
Submitted by Can_Always_Trust_A_Liar (user info) at 2004-10-11 20:13:11 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Ve believe in nothing LeBowski! Ve believe in nothing!"
Again good, but the similarities with Fight Club are still there (though I'm assuming you wrote this before you posted yesterday). The second part of this scene didn't really seem necessary, it would have made more of a point if he carelessly slit the man's throat, more to make a point to his men than to make a point to the man.
But it's your story, go with it where you will. It was good, keep writing. This isn't necessarily the case here, but even if you just rewrite your own version of someone else's story, just keep writing for the sake of writing and getting better. It will help, like in Finding Forrester. "You're the man now dawg!"
Submitted by heyzues (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:30:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Looks like someone has watched Fight Club too much.
Submitted by gain (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:24:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
if you want an outraged reaction and a fight, you're not getting it.
Submitted by Freight_Train (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:21:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
"We are sick and fucking tired of having to be normal. Of being expected to live in the suburbs. Of having two point four kids. Of having a minivan. Of having a slightly overweight wife. And we are tired of being expected to go to bed every night hating ourselves for what we've allowed ourselves to become."
Your life is in your hands. Do what's unexpected. What is the point of useless bitching?
"He began to cry. I found myself hating him more than before. A minute ago, he was just an enemy. But now he was something far worse. He was a coward."
I want to see you with a knife to your throat. You would shit yourself like a little fag that you are.
Verdict: a piece of garbage. Get some ideas of your own kiddo.
Submitted by gain (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:19:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Genko (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:17:36 (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent.
...have you tried religion?
Venice is sinking, you know.
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So is New Orleans, but you don't hear me rambling.
In other words, what?
Submitted by Genko (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:17:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent.
...have you tried religion?
Venice is sinking, you know.
Submitted by Timmah (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:08:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
fantastic
Submitted by gain (user info) at 2004-10-11 19:05:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Part 1 - http://www.ubersite.com/m/47837