GrUberfest 2005: People Mock what they Don’t Understand (713 hits)
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Submitted by ahumblefool (View user info) at 2005-10-26 12:06:45 EDT
I remember so clearly the first time I dealt death. The way skin resisted the pressure from the knife for a split second, and then gave way. Ever heard burlap rip? That is what it sounds like when you cut through flesh. Pressure as the knife slowly cuts through the stomach wall and makes its way to the throat. The steaming entrails pushing through the slit your sharp knife makes. Warm blood streaming over bare hands, making them slick, covered in gore. The smell of blood so intoxicating, overpowering, filling the mind with possibilities...life changing. My father had me gut that deer when I was seven years old, and I still remember it as if it only happened a few moments ago. I had killed other things as a child, bugs under bare feet, and the feel of them struggling against my flesh before their insides smeared under my sole. But the deer, it was my first true death experience.
I was a loner in school, book smart, street dumb, you understand, target for bullies. I was picked on, called every name in the book, physically and mentally tortured by my peers. I wanted to fit in; I thought people would accept me for telling them of death and what it meant. My parents were brought in often for conferences, told that my behavior was bizarre at best, that perhaps I needed counseling. Those meetings always ended with my father pulling me aside, looking me straight in the eye and telling me, "People mock what they don't understand Samuel. You are different, but everyone is different. You will just need to keep your differences hidden away, just like your dad." I had to listen to this several times before I realized my dad was right, and I turned inward.
After gutting the deer, my father began to take me hunting regularly. I was proficient with a rifle by age 10 and a skilled bow hunter by 12. When there was nothing to hunt, I would travel several miles from home and lure dogs and cats back to the house, into the basement, where my loving father had allowed me to set up my workshop. Sometimes my dad and mom would come down and watch, as if it were a class recital. I worked very hard to please them, to be adored by their paternal love. With each study I found that animals had their own feel when sliced by my knife. Some flesh was tough, while others were supple. Different weapons led to different experiences, some knives made quick surgical cuts, while others ripped and shredded flesh. Each animal had their own smells and their blood had varying viscosities. Soon it became science, and I was aware what tools I needed for the best experience.
At age 15, I became bored with animals and turned my sights to a young lady, her name was Lisa, and she was 16. Lisa was in turn, not interested in me. She and her friends found daily ways to turn the school against me, to make me the laughing stock. I wrote Lisa a short message on a piece of paper and passed it to her during math one day, it simply said, "People mock what they don't understand." She looked over at me, flipped me off and said I was a fucking freak.
Lisa's attitude towards me changed dramatically when I had her hanging in my new workshop. My father and I had dug the cellar in the woods behind the family home, equipped with chains, hooks and a large assortment of tools. Lisa seemed to like me a lot then. Oh, she begged and pleaded, told me I could do all kinds of fun things to her, she promised not to tell. I had no interest in sex with Lisa, something she just could not understand, instead, I had other fun things I wanted to do to her. Lisa lasted for about one week, and I have to tell you, it was the best week of my life. At the end, when I stripped naked and gutted her, letting her insides fall over my body, I found that I could be sexually interested in her, and I masturbated with blood soaked hands, my fluids mingling with hers. God, the smell of her was intoxicating!
Sure, the police questioned me, searched the house, found any way possible to blame me for Lisa's death, but my parents and I were too well prepared for such inconveniences as these and within a few weeks, I was just another dead end. The kids at school, they thought differently and avoided me. I ate lunch alone, studied alone, was never invited to parties or dances, the prom came and went, and that is why I am here talking to you, the third psychologist in two years that desperately wants to understand me. The FBI, local police, all desperate to place me in a category...
I'm rambling? You are right; let's get to that day shall we. I always love talking about that day, it was my masterpiece.
I planned it for three weeks; my homeroom was out in the annex. The annex had no windows, only a single door. There were a total of 24 kids in my homeroom that day, each one eager for the final bell to ring, each one passing around their yearbooks asking for dimwitted writings about how much they will miss each other, great hanging with you, the crap of a thousand high school yearbooks. I walked into the room late, and the teacher promptly let me know that even though this was the last day, I was still expected to be prompt. I turned and shot her in the face, the back of her head splattered against the black board that I had written a thousand times I would not, or I will not, you fill in the blank.
Ignoring the screams of my classmates, I reached down and grabbed my duffle bag, dragging it onto the teacher's desk. Her body still twitching, I reached in and pulled out my shearing knife, and promptly beheaded her. At this point two of the better known jocks made an advance to "take me out," I shot them. Shot them right in the hearts, they dropped just as a deer falls when the fatal blow comes. I turned towards the door and fit it with the special locking mechanism I had been working on with my father. Too bad he could not be here with me, but I had to understand their deaths as well, my father he smiled the entire time, until the knife entered his body, then he screamed. My mother, she, well, let's just say it is a damn good thing earth dampens most noises. Luckily for each of them, I had taken special care to remove their eyes. I placed them on the desk, facing towards the class, so they could watch me at work, like they loved to do.
Anyway, where were we, right, locked the door.
All of the kids had progressed to the back corner of the room, whimpering, begging, and so wanting to be my friends now. So forgiving of my strangeness, desiring to talk and understand. Their mocking tones and insults now a buttered candy melting in my mouth. I walked back to the desk and turned my duffle bag over. A large assortment of knives and other implements fell out across the desk. Slowly I undressed in front of the students, they stood as if caught in a tuna net, floundering in a tight grouping, girls trying to get behind guys. I picked up three knives and held them in my left hand, the gun in my right. I walked towards the kids, and like a group of sheep, they bolted towards the other side of the room. I shot four of the boys; the bigger ones that I thought would give me trouble. The rest, I cornered and butchered, cattle to the knife. Some fought, but my naked body was slick with blood and their hands would slide off of me, their kicks and blows ignored. Those who tried to reach my weapons fell with a well placed bullet. At one point a group of four tried to attack me in force, but steel is stronger than flesh, their blood flooded the floor in a thick pool. By the time the authorities broke the door down; a total of thirty minutes had elapsed. They found me lying within the bodies of my classmates, pleasuring my self to the feel of warm flesh.
What is that? Oh yes, it still arouses me to talk about it. Ah, I see the ridicule in your face. The disgust, do I make you sick. Of course I do, I make everyone sick. I am a freak, someone to put down. I can understand that, see; I have come to realize that people, people frequently mock what they don't understand. But I tell you, if you had the chance to feel what I feel, take an eyeball and run it in your palm like a marble, feel warm fluids flow like water over your naked body, you would mock me no longer.
You have to go? I have so much more to share. Tomorrow? No? Well, it was a real pleasure speaking with you, surely it was. I would love to read the article when you are done. No? That's understandable. Enjoy the rest of your day.
User Reviews
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-10-28 14:09:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Chilling
Submitted by domenad (user info) at 2006-10-28 14:04:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I was going to give this a +1. I don't really care too much about streaks - if it deserves a 1, it gets a 1. But then I reread the line about the burlap ripping and I almost vomited into my mouth a little bit. A writer who can bring that out (literally) deserves a 2.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-10-28 13:59:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
In case I haven't rated this before, have a +2.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:43:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-10-28 10:47:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
glad you went on and I did not.
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-10-27 03:40:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-26 13:39:46 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-10-25 21:44:33 (#)
Ranking: 2
You may be the only 22K'er who actually contributes to this site.
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What does 22K'er mean? I know, sound ignorant, but I just can not figure it out.
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Your user ID is 22005. 22k. All the others have been dumbshit alters or just plain dumbshits.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2005-10-27 02:17:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Meh. This was ok, but I don't break streaks. Besides, reasonably well written.
Submitted by r1nce (user info) at 2005-10-27 01:54:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Laymon incarnate!
Submitted by MrCoffee (user info) at 2005-10-26 22:22:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
thats some grade A fucked up shit
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-10-26 22:00:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I too wondered about the 3 knives in one hand, but who cares? This was awesome!
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-10-26 21:42:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-10-26 21:38:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
utterly disgusting.
good job.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-10-26 18:24:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The mass attack in the school seemed a bit of a stretch, but this was still a breezy, gory read.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-26 18:21:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:15:28 (#)
Ranking: 2
It's not so much the descriptions of the killing that's unsettling, but rather the narration of the deaths and the speaker's attitude towards it all. So matter of fact. So satisfied.
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Agreed. Boo-yah! This was a gory, chilling tale. A couple of instances where the narrator fell into a few dialogue cliches, and I think he should have had an escape plan if he was so smart, and I don't understand why he had a gun in one hand and THREE knives in the other, but these are all trivial matters.
Really good tale, man. All your stuff seems to range from the pretty good to the awesome, I'm noticing.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-10-26 17:19:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very good. I think the detached attitude of the speaker is what makes this so good. I would be interested in reading more about him, if you pursue that.
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-10-26 16:55:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by trent_nz (user info) at 2005-10-26 16:10:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
this is great... freak
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2005-10-26 15:35:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I caught that he was speaking about something that had happened in the past. The part about the parents is interesting. I like how their involvement was something between passive and active and yet did not see it coming when he killed the two of them.
Yea this is definitely NSFL
Nice work with the title. This spares me having to come up with another one of these.
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2005-10-26 15:01:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So much for the sandwich I brought for lunch...........
I really enjoyed the sense of detachment the 'speaker' had regarding his actions, almost aloof...
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:55:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:52:21 (#)
Ranking: 2
Also, now that I've given it some thought.
I'd would have like a little more explination on how this started in the family...did Dad learn it from his dad, did he start it on his own?
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I too am intrigued with this story and decided last night that I was going to work with it some, make it longer, smooth it out and see if I could get a good strong base, for a short novella perhaps. Have to thank Loki for the idea. At first it seemed impossible, but then ideas just flooded me in front of my computer.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:52:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Also, now that I've given it some thought.
I'd would have like a little more explination on how this started in the family...did Dad learn it from his dad, did he start it on his own?
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:27:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:20:14 (#)
Ranking: 2
Ok here is my only beef....your character seems to speak to intelligently.
I understand that he has some sort of higher enlightenment but the whole time I heard it coming from an adult and not a 15 year old.
I still think its fucking awesome though.
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AH, but he is not fifteen, the blood bath was his final day at school as a senior in high school, the yearbooks. He had been seen by two other doctors in a matter of years, so I wrote it as if he was around 25 to 26 looking back.
I did not make that as clear as I should have though and therefore you are correct, I can not see a 15 year old speaking that way at all. A need for clarity on age.
Point well taken.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:23:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
*to = too, for those as dumb as I
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:20:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Ok here is my only beef....your character seems to speak to intelligently.
I understand that he has some sort of higher enlightenment but the whole time I heard it coming from an adult and not a 15 year old.
I still think its fucking awesome though.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:15:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's not so much the descriptions of the killing that's unsettling, but rather the narration of the deaths and the speaker's attitude towards it all. So matter of fact. So satisfied.
I can see the guy saying all of this, sitting there stoically and unaffected. But behind the eyes you can see him start rolling, enjoying every single instance with pleasure.
And that, my good man, is freaky.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2005-10-26 14:08:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
holy crap
I'm glad I waited until after lunch to read this.
(backs slowly away)
Submitted by fudgepacker (user info) at 2005-10-26 13:52:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good lord man....
Submitted by pfs4life321 (user info) at 2005-10-26 12:47:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
tru dat nikka
Submitted by nya_nyo (user info) at 2005-10-26 12:41:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
chilling
Submitted by Average_Dan (user info) at 2005-10-26 12:39:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
God,
I read that post whilst eating a baked potato. I think I will be sick now.
Thanks AHF.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-10-26 12:36:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
So much for lunch!
This is like the diet I never asked for.
I liked it though, shame you couldn't get a picture to go with it.
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-26 12:07:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Ran out of time, had to get this out. I am traveling to Portland today.