A Story of Revenge

[Cubanwhip]

Now, with my hit fan fiction, Grand Theft Auto The Conclusion, there are some things I write and can not write. My favorite author, Chuck Palahniuk, has a unique style of writing that greatly influences the way I write. Now, in my fan fiction, its hard to write a dark story because GTA is full of action and sexual humor. So when my English II teacher told us about this creative writing assignment, I was extatic (sp?). The assignment is she gives us twenty vocabulary words, and we write a short little story using ten. I wanted to impress her and am writing each story as a chapter to this novel. Now, this isn't going to be like my GTA fan fiction. It has no connections to GTA other than the main character playing the game. It is dark, just as a fair warning. This is just a test story to see how the public will react to my abstract form of writing. It is heavily influenced by Chuck, but I added my own twist with vivid deatils and such. I hope you enjoy it, or not. I'm not really hoping for anything other than encouragement or rejection.

 

Chapter 1

 

Holding this gun to my ex-friend’s forehead, I felt this growing power from deep inside. My hand kept the gun firm and straight as he sat there, tied up, in a wooden chair.

 

The place we are is an abandoned warehouse with rats scampering across the floor. There is no paint left on the walls, just rust from whatever shelves were once against them. The wooden catwalks above our heads are broken, and can collapse and kill us at any second, but they won’t, not now.

 

My friend here, he is scared stiff, like the catwalks above us once were. He is sweating profusely and can not seem to stop. He is so scared he can not say a single word. He is inarticulate and can not quite put words together to show how he feels at this moment.

 

If I were him, I would be thinking about how I got into this situation, and how, if I went back, I could fix it. His mouth moves, mouthing words, but nothing but stale air leaves. I pity him.

 

I have condescended to something I am not. I am not a killer. I am not a tough guy. I am that kid who sits in the back of the classroom and never says a word. I am the kid who loves to joke around. I am not the man who holds this gun. The man who holds this gun is something I created as an escape from the world that is around me. I needed a way to improve my life.

 

The reason I started to think of this is because of books. Now, most parents blame video games, television, and music for all the delinquents and juveniles in the world. But it wasn’t any of these things that drove me to this. I was reading a book called ‘Invisible Monsters”, by Chuck Palahniuk, and felt very much ‘connected’ to the female main character. I was getting bored of my life, I needed to change. Unlike the female, I did not feel like blowing my face off, so I decided to switch it up, but I needed a catalyst. I couldn’t just create this new me and just unleash it. I needed someone to instigate me. That’s where my friend comes in.

 

He’s still sitting there contemplating what he has done wrong, but nothing comes out of his mouth still. He doesn’t understand that he was the cause of all this. He helped it evolve into what it is now. He has placed himself into this situation, unknowingly of course.

 

I, on the other hand, am fully aware of what I have done. All I need to do is pull the trigger and I can finally complete my metamorphosis into a new human being. This heresy Chuck created has changed my life, for the better, at least in my perspective. In a way, Chuck is my mentor. He has taught me that “reinventing yourself means erasing your past and making up something better.” Tonight, I plan to exact this plan; to reinvent my life and make it more exciting.

 

After all of this, I will be remembered posthumously. People will look upon me as an example on how to change their life, for the better. I will be the person from which all people base their lives off of. I will be a god to them. I never planned this out though.

 

I was born a pauper. Not even thinking about the future, I was always living in the past. I always wondered what could have happened, what should have happened, you know, all that stuff; until that girl came rushing into my life. I was only thirteen, just hitting puberty and thought she was the most beautiful being on Earth. With blonde hair that flowed like a waterfall to he lower back. I could come up with a thousand analogies to compare her to nature, but I stopped living in the past after my friend here ruined everything.

 

He took her away from me. It took me three years to realize it, but once I found out, I knew it was time to put my plan into motion. Ever since the moment he took her away from me, I had started to hate him in ways no one else could. She was mine, and he had the nerve to take her away. I tried talking to him, explaining to him the situation, but he wouldn’t listen. He would try to assert how she was in love with him and that she would never go back to me. I never trusted him again. He would try to be friendly with me and I would put on that big fake smile like ‘everything is alright’.

 

After that, I lost it. I started to become less ethical. I started to shut up and close the world out. Until that scheme came back into my head, then I flourished once again, and tried to make nice with him again. Once I got his trust, I just needed to manipulate him. It was like stealing candy from a baby, or in this case, teasing a baby with the piece of candy.

 

And here we are, if this warehouse; me, him, and this gun. Funny, how in the end you end up hurting the ones you always cared for. But I just can’t end it here, not right now. I need to tell him. I need to explain to him everything. Right now, he sees his life flashing before his eyes. Well, I want him to see my life flash before his eyes.

Edited October 23, 2006 by Cubanwhip

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Good job, Roberto. I like it.

[Rashon.]

It's so hard to keep up with all these stories.

 

Great job, Rob.