CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"Why is nobody else obsessed with death?" Bobby asked his best friend James out of nowhere.
"Umm, because it's stupid?" said James.
"It's not stupid. You will die. Soon, probaly. So why not care?" said Bobby.
"What do you mean by soon?" said James, wondering if Bobby was going to brutally murder him.
"Oh, I'm going to brutally murder you," he said. "Must be weird, eh? Having to face death. Not something you ever really expect, is it? Not something you prepare for. Hehe."
"You're fucking crazy," said James. "I knew I stopped hanging around with you for a reason." He got up and walked away, Bobby made no attempt to stop him, but got up too and slowly walked after him. James tried to open the front door and found it was locked. He turned around and Bobby was right in front of him.
"What's it liiiiike," said Bobby in a twisted voice. "Knowing that everything you are is about to be erased. What's it liiiiiiike, Jamie?" James shoved him but Bobby, who was much larger, grabbed a hold of him around the arms. James struggled and Bobby threw him down to the ground roughly.
"Open the door, open the fucking door!" screamed James.
"Noooooo," said Bobby in a sing-song voice. "I'm going to gut ya! Like deputy Dawg! I'm gonna gut ya!" James tried to pounce up to his feet but Bobby kicked him hard right in the nose. "I need to understand death, James. I need to kill you so I know what it's like. Sorry. But I don't want to die without knowing what to expect."
"I'm only nineteen," cried James, lamely trying to back away while still on the ground. Bobby followed, slowly but steadily.
"Nineteen is as good an age to die as any," said Bobby, coldly. "You ever have sex, James? I have. I've raped, James. Did you know that? Remember last year, that german tourist? That was meeeeeeeeeee Jamie, that was meeeeeee."
Jamie made his way half up and Bobby shock his head mockingly. But James launched himself straight forward, driving his head into Bobby's massive gu, knocking the air out of him. Jamie ran with all the energy he had left, desperately crashing into the front door. He pulled at the handle. Bobby had turn around. He reached down out his shirt...and pulled out a knife he had been wearing around his waist. Jamie pulled and pulled...and the lock snapped! He turned, desperately pulling the door open...but Bobby had his left arm around Jamie's neck. With his right he thrust the knife into Jamie's back. James fell forward, outside the house. Bobby licked some of the blood from the knife then calmly walked out after him, ready to finish James off...then stopped. His parents were standing in the driveway, home early from the play, shocked into silence.
"Oh," said Bobby. "Umm...hi."
"Bobby, what are you doing!?" asked his dad.
"Sorry..." said Bobby.
"We told you to kill him IN the house, not outside! If you want to understand how death works you have to do it properly!" said his angry dad.
"I'm sorry, it's my first kill!" pleaded Bobby.
"That's no excuse," said his mum. "We let you rape that German to understand sex, but this is sloppy work. Bobby...you're grounded!"
"Ah, no fair!" said Bobby, throwing his knife down ino frustration. James had managed to pull himself almost up to his feet. He looked at Bobby's parents in disbelief, blood pouring out of his wound, his life about to end.
"I knew I should have stayed home," he said, as Bobby's dad calmly pulled out a gun and shot him in the head.
"Umm, because it's stupid?" said James.
"It's not stupid. You will die. Soon, probaly. So why not care?" said Bobby.
"What do you mean by soon?" said James, wondering if Bobby was going to brutally murder him.
"Oh, I'm going to brutally murder you," he said. "Must be weird, eh? Having to face death. Not something you ever really expect, is it? Not something you prepare for. Hehe."
"You're fucking crazy," said James. "I knew I stopped hanging around with you for a reason." He got up and walked away, Bobby made no attempt to stop him, but got up too and slowly walked after him. James tried to open the front door and found it was locked. He turned around and Bobby was right in front of him.
"What's it liiiiike," said Bobby in a twisted voice. "Knowing that everything you are is about to be erased. What's it liiiiiiike, Jamie?" James shoved him but Bobby, who was much larger, grabbed a hold of him around the arms. James struggled and Bobby threw him down to the ground roughly.
"Open the door, open the fucking door!" screamed James.
"Noooooo," said Bobby in a sing-song voice. "I'm going to gut ya! Like deputy Dawg! I'm gonna gut ya!" James tried to pounce up to his feet but Bobby kicked him hard right in the nose. "I need to understand death, James. I need to kill you so I know what it's like. Sorry. But I don't want to die without knowing what to expect."
"I'm only nineteen," cried James, lamely trying to back away while still on the ground. Bobby followed, slowly but steadily.
"Nineteen is as good an age to die as any," said Bobby, coldly. "You ever have sex, James? I have. I've raped, James. Did you know that? Remember last year, that german tourist? That was meeeeeeeeeee Jamie, that was meeeeeee."
Jamie made his way half up and Bobby shock his head mockingly. But James launched himself straight forward, driving his head into Bobby's massive gu, knocking the air out of him. Jamie ran with all the energy he had left, desperately crashing into the front door. He pulled at the handle. Bobby had turn around. He reached down out his shirt...and pulled out a knife he had been wearing around his waist. Jamie pulled and pulled...and the lock snapped! He turned, desperately pulling the door open...but Bobby had his left arm around Jamie's neck. With his right he thrust the knife into Jamie's back. James fell forward, outside the house. Bobby licked some of the blood from the knife then calmly walked out after him, ready to finish James off...then stopped. His parents were standing in the driveway, home early from the play, shocked into silence.
"Oh," said Bobby. "Umm...hi."
"Bobby, what are you doing!?" asked his dad.
"Sorry..." said Bobby.
"We told you to kill him IN the house, not outside! If you want to understand how death works you have to do it properly!" said his angry dad.
"I'm sorry, it's my first kill!" pleaded Bobby.
"That's no excuse," said his mum. "We let you rape that German to understand sex, but this is sloppy work. Bobby...you're grounded!"
"Ah, no fair!" said Bobby, throwing his knife down ino frustration. James had managed to pull himself almost up to his feet. He looked at Bobby's parents in disbelief, blood pouring out of his wound, his life about to end.
"I knew I should have stayed home," he said, as Bobby's dad calmly pulled out a gun and shot him in the head.
