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Submitted by Chronicles of the American Antichrist (View user info) at 2005-03-14 19:56:02 EST
Chronicles of the American Antichrist
Episode 99: "A College Guy No More"
March 14, 2005
The rain trickles down the windows, sending small shadows crawling across the walls. I am careful as my feet float me to the stairs. My hands are bleeding from the glass--not that I mind it, though. I have become accustomed to seeing my blood.
Gliding up the stairs, I make sure to keep as silent as possible. I don't want him to know until the last minute.
I slowly open the first door on my right. The bathroom. The second, as you might expect, is a closet. But the third, the third is money.
Across a pink room of pillows and stuffed animals sits a Victorian style bed with white drapes over it. Laying wrapped up on the mattress is a little girl, about six years old. I've seen her picture on Doctor Joyce's desk before. I don't know her real name, but I call her Emily in my head.
My hand slides under the covers and touches her. At the moment of contact, her eyes explode open. Before she can scream, I slit her throat open.
We play for a while longer.
...
At 3am, the bathroom door opens. The light flicks on and I lift my head up from the drain. Through the shower curtain, I look to see who it is.
It's the bitch--his wife.
The woman is in her mid-40's and has one of those parted businesswoman haircuts. She looks wrinkled, perhaps aged more by cigarettes. She isn't wearing any makeup and I am unsure if she would even if we were meeting under different circumstances.
The woman lifts the edges of her bathrobe and sits on the toilet seat. Sitting here, hearing her pinch one off, I am slightly aroused. Can she guess what is coming?
Sitting there, I begin jerking myself. She is about to get it in more ways than one.
The knife cuts into her vochal chords as I force her legs open with my hand and right knee. I enter her lower half as I cut through the upper as well. I disect her and give her what every mommy deserves.
Even when dead, she quivers on the tiled floor.
...
I enter Doctor Joyce's bedroom and walk over to his bed. The fat bastard, the Ernest Hemingway look-alike, is sitting laying there, mouth open, drooling and snorring. The dumb bastard doesn't know what is coming.
I climb on top of the man, sit on top of his chest. I am going to enjoy this.
I wrap my palm over his mouth. Like his daughter, the man's eyes shoot open. A muffled scream vibrates wetly across my hand. A right hook to the jaw shuts the bastard up. I pull him by the collar and throw him onto the floor.
"I told you," I smile. "I told you to fucking tell the police. You gave me my last chance on January twenty-fifth and I gave you your last chance tonight. We are even...almost!" I kick him in the stomach while I say 'almost'--I must soften it for my knife. If it's properly softened, his guts will pour out easilly.
"Stop!" the old man chokes.
"Why?" I laugh. "So you can mind-fuck me more? I don't think so, asswipe."
I knee him in his balding skull, cutting him slightly.
Then, seeing him crawling and beaten, I don't feel that this is at all like it's supposed to be.
"Stand up," I say.
He looks at me like a beaten dog would--of course, that is what he is.
"Stand-FUCKING-UP!" I shout, pulling him up by the collar of his robe.
I smack him across the face to wake him up.
"Give it to me," I growl, leaning in close. "Give me one of your fucking speeches!"
The man is dazed. Blood slivers down his brow.
"SPEAK!" I scream, showing him the knife.
"Sam," Joyce says to me, his lip quivering and unsure of himself, "Please! It doesn't need to be this way. You still have a choice here. You may have gone this far, but there's always turning back."
I smile, shining my teeth at him.
"No," I shake my head. "There isn't any turning back. I have Overcome."
"You've been overcome, Sam," he says, suprisingly quick in response. "Your sickness is overcoming you! Your disease has gotten much, much worse. The drugs that you take, your actions, your twisted thoughts...They're all changing you, Sam! They're making you into something terribe."
"I have Overcome," I laugh. In my head, I give him a speech about how he is His messanger and about Self, but I am too taken over by laughter to evan speek now.
Doctor Joyce looks horrified, his hands shaking at his sides. What did he expect? He knew that I was a murderer.
I lunge at him and pop his stomach. He struggles, but he is old. I let him hit the floor, pull out the knife from the entaglements of his viscera, and let him bleed--like I've bled. Like Emily bled.
I lose sense of time as I stare at the man dying on the floor. I watch him writhe, a suffering worm spilling his inards across his own carpet.
Something shatters my gaze--red and blue lights, flashing through the window.
"Fuck!" I scream.
The police have come.
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Submitted by MrRottenTreats (user info) at 2005-03-17 21:22:33 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by dudaculb (user info) at 2005-03-15 22:40:40 EST (#)
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What the fuck
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-03-15 15:21:04 EST (#)
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CollegeGuy no more?
About fucking time.
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-03-15 09:36:07 EST (#)
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Submitted by Shagabah_Jones (user info) at 2005-03-15 04:29:27 EST (#)
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is so good you head espload
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-03-15 02:29:05 EST (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2005-03-15 00:16:56 EST (#)
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The passion was back in this one.
Submitted by boneface (user info) at 2005-03-14 21:24:47 EST (#)
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Submitted by JohosaPhaTZ (user info) at 2005-03-14 21:13:09 EST (#)
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+2. Nothing but.
Submitted by Thirty_Four_Eggs (user info) at 2005-03-14 21:00:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I still dont get why youve attacked him. But hope its explained soon.
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-14 20:42:02 EST (#)
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Way to go, buddy! keep up the good work.
Submitted by Adona (user info) at 2005-03-14 20:17:13 EST (#)
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Yes
Submitted by Beer_bong (user info) at 2005-03-14 20:06:17 EST (#)
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Booby.
Submitted by Kazzerax (user info) at 2005-03-14 20:00:33 EST (#)
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