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Jason's Revenge
By Eric West
Shaky hands pushed open the door to West Jefferson High School. No one noticed as Jason stepped into the crowded hallway that he was more alert than normal. Usually he walked as if asleep, with his head staring doggedly at the ground in front of him. Today he stood with head high, walking briskly, pushing people out of his way. There was something different in his eyes but no one noticed that either.
Jason sat down in his classroom. People milled about, talking, sharpening pencils, copying the homework of their friends.
Ashley stood a few desks away from him, deep in conversation with her friends. She was beautiful as always, even prettier than she was when he had asked her out six months ago.
"Hey Ashley," she didn't hear him.
Hey Ashley!", he shouted. She turned her head this time.
"We're friends right?" he asked her.
"What?" she responded.
"When I asked you out, you said you just wanted to be friends. So we're friends right?"
"Oh, yeah sure," she said and turned back to her conversation.
"Well if we're friends, why is it that you've been telling everybody you wish I would quit calling you? Jaimie said you called me a creepy weirdo," his voice caused her to pause in mid-sentence.
"I didn't say anything like that," she said sweetly. Jason fiddled with the straps on his book bag.
"I think you did. I think that's mean," Jason reached inside his bag. He appeared to be searching for a minute and then his hand became still. He had found what he was looking for.
"You know what, you're right. I did. You are a big creepy dork and you get on my nerves so leave me the fuck alone."
His hand pulled something out of the bag. It was dark, and at first no one noticed, "I'm not a dork Ashley."
"Jason's got a gun!!", a voice on the other side of the room shouted and everyone jumped and began moving to the door. Everyone except Ashley, she was frozen with terror.
"I'm not a dork Ashley. But Ashley you are a bitch. A stuck up bitch," before the word bitch was out of his mouth he had squeezed the trigger.
For a brief second everyone paused, paralyzed. The echo faded away and Ashley fell to the floor on her back. Jason stood up and walked over to her, "You were always prettier when you shut the fuck up. You're beautiful now."
The panic to get out of the room resumed and desks were knocked over. People in the halls stood and stared as they were shoved out of the way by thirty screaming maniacs.
Jason walked into the hallway. There were so many of them and he only had three clips full. He fired a bullet at random, hitting one of the runners in the back. Everyone in mass hysteria now and Jason edged against the wall. Waiting.
The trickle of students in the hall welled, as people wandered out of the classrooms to see what all the noise was. After watching about a hundred people pass by they came. Three jocks. They had laughed at him when he tried out for the football team. A dream crushed like a single flower in the mud.
Three quick shots and they were on the floor, still. "You won't laugh anymore mother fuckers," Jason spit on each of them and began walking down the halls. He took shots at people who had hurt him, trying to destroy the bad memories.
The girl who smiled when she replaced him as captain of the quiz bowl team. Dead.
"That was my position, Whore!"
The math teacher who had failed him for not showing his work. Killed.
"I did those problems in my head you fucking asshole."
Quickly he went through the bullets. Someone tried to be heroic and got himself shot for his efforts.
Finally he came to those he really wanted. The blood lust was on him, and these five would satisify his craving. Then he would just need one more bullet, one more for himself.
He smiled as he pointed the gun at him. They were so brave when they had him cornered, when they were together. Their courage was dissapating quickly now. One of them pissed himself and Jason laughed at the stain on his pants.
Without a word he squeezed the trigger. Silence. He tried again. Nothing. It was his last clip, it should have been full. He'd counted.
He pulled the clip out and examined it. It was empty. The realization hit him like a bullet between the eyes. He had forgotten to fill the last clip.
Jason ran for the doors, he had to get out of there. Police were already showing up. He threw his gun to the ground and waited in the rain. A few tears ran down his cheeks silently. Not tears of remorse, tears of regret. His revenge would never be complete.
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Intelligence is not best measured by the answers you have but by the questions that you ask
Jason's Revenge
By Eric West
Shaky hands pushed open the door to West Jefferson High School. No one noticed as Jason stepped into the crowded hallway that he was more alert than normal. Usually he walked as if asleep, with his head staring doggedly at the ground in front of him. Today he stood with head high, walking briskly, pushing people out of his way. There was something different in his eyes but no one noticed that either.
Jason sat down in his classroom. People milled about, talking, sharpening pencils, copying the homework of their friends.
Ashley stood a few desks away from him, deep in conversation with her friends. She was beautiful as always, even prettier than she was when he had asked her out six months ago.
"Hey Ashley," she didn't hear him.
Hey Ashley!", he shouted. She turned her head this time.
"We're friends right?" he asked her.
"What?" she responded.
"When I asked you out, you said you just wanted to be friends. So we're friends right?"
"Oh, yeah sure," she said and turned back to her conversation.
"Well if we're friends, why is it that you've been telling everybody you wish I would quit calling you? Jaimie said you called me a creepy weirdo," his voice caused her to pause in mid-sentence.
"I didn't say anything like that," she said sweetly. Jason fiddled with the straps on his book bag.
"I think you did. I think that's mean," Jason reached inside his bag. He appeared to be searching for a minute and then his hand became still. He had found what he was looking for.
"You know what, you're right. I did. You are a big creepy dork and you get on my nerves so leave me the fuck alone."
His hand pulled something out of the bag. It was dark, and at first no one noticed, "I'm not a dork Ashley."
"Jason's got a gun!!", a voice on the other side of the room shouted and everyone jumped and began moving to the door. Everyone except Ashley, she was frozen with terror.
"I'm not a dork Ashley. But Ashley you are a bitch. A stuck up bitch," before the word bitch was out of his mouth he had squeezed the trigger.
For a brief second everyone paused, paralyzed. The echo faded away and Ashley fell to the floor on her back. Jason stood up and walked over to her, "You were always prettier when you shut the fuck up. You're beautiful now."
The panic to get out of the room resumed and desks were knocked over. People in the halls stood and stared as they were shoved out of the way by thirty screaming maniacs.
Jason walked into the hallway. There were so many of them and he only had three clips full. He fired a bullet at random, hitting one of the runners in the back. Everyone in mass hysteria now and Jason edged against the wall. Waiting.
The trickle of students in the hall welled, as people wandered out of the classrooms to see what all the noise was. After watching about a hundred people pass by they came. Three jocks. They had laughed at him when he tried out for the football team. A dream crushed like a single flower in the mud.
Three quick shots and they were on the floor, still. "You won't laugh anymore mother fuckers," Jason spit on each of them and began walking down the halls. He took shots at people who had hurt him, trying to destroy the bad memories.
The girl who smiled when she replaced him as captain of the quiz bowl team. Dead.
"That was my position, Whore!"
The math teacher who had failed him for not showing his work. Killed.
"I did those problems in my head you fucking asshole."
Quickly he went through the bullets. Someone tried to be heroic and got himself shot for his efforts.
Finally he came to those he really wanted. The blood lust was on him, and these five would satisify his craving. Then he would just need one more bullet, one more for himself.
He smiled as he pointed the gun at him. They were so brave when they had him cornered, when they were together. Their courage was dissapating quickly now. One of them pissed himself and Jason laughed at the stain on his pants.
Without a word he squeezed the trigger. Silence. He tried again. Nothing. It was his last clip, it should have been full. He'd counted.
He pulled the clip out and examined it. It was empty. The realization hit him like a bullet between the eyes. He had forgotten to fill the last clip.
Jason ran for the doors, he had to get out of there. Police were already showing up. He threw his gun to the ground and waited in the rain. A few tears ran down his cheeks silently. Not tears of remorse, tears of regret. His revenge would never be complete.
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Intelligence is not best measured by the answers you have but by the questions that you ask
