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Old 09-16-2010, 09:02 PM
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The school gymnasium rumbled with the sound of bass pumping through giant speakers. Kids filled the linoleum floor grinding against one another. Preteen girls in blue gowns, in green gowns, in pink gowns rotating their hips against preteen boys wearing their father's suits. Scattered amongst the dancing crowds of adolescents are teacher chaperons standing next to tables of snacks and punch. Each of them scouting the children, looking for over sexual behavior, or drugs and alcohol, or even for a fight breaking out.

He stood at the door scanning the room with his eyes, looking for his beloved. From left to right he scanned, checking thoroughly over groupings of humping teens. His gaze moving to the right slightly until he found her standing by the snack table. She stood there wearing her turquoise gown and sipping a cup of punch while she talked with another girl in a purple dress. The boy turned to his left and walked into the darkness surrounding the dance floor. His view was better from here, better for enjoying his darling. Tonight is the night he thought to himself, the night he would finally have her.

From the darkness his cold eyes watched as she finished her glass of punch and set it down. With a laughing smile she nodded to her purple friend as they both stepped onto the dance floor. He watched her dancing amongst the crowd, her hips rocking from side to side in her tight gown. His eyes fixated upon her body scanning it from the floor up, entranced by her bodies movement. His cock grew hard inside his pants and he reached down with one had to stroke it through his black dress pants. Rubbing his turgid hog, his eyes watched her pull her friend closer so they could grind their hips against each other. He stayed entranced on her as he worked himself thinking about the two of them together, his one love.

He needed to have her. He needed to be with her. His desire was growing by the minute and he could barely stand it. They could be perfect together, nobody could stand in their way. Together they could rule the world, with his genius and her beauty, there could be no better match. No one would stop him from have her, no one, and if someone tried, they would be cut down swiftly.

Watching and waiting, he stood in the corner rubbing himself, biding his time. His eyes never leaving from her position. His dreams of their life together flashing through his mind, repeating over and over. Her, herself unaware of his presence in the dark corner as she laughs dancing with friends, doing some touching and rubbing of her own. Her mind filled with only the current moment of fun and dancing as she giggles and talks with friends. He watched her and soon she held up her index finger towards her purple friend in a gesture to say "one minute" and she turned and headed for the door.His eyes followed her as his adrenaline began to pumping, knowing this was his moment. She took the floor in only a few strides and exited the door into the hallway. His feet caring him carefully but quickly through the shadows following her from behind.

She stepped down the hallway, passed classroom doors and lockers and made a right into the girls bathroom. He trailed the wall closely behind her, stepping into a classroom to stay hidden from her until she disappeared into the bathroom. He walked quickly over to the girls bathroom doorway and looked around quickly, scanning for anyone who would dare take this moment away from them. The moment he deserved, that they both deserved, that he wanted, that they both needed. It was time for them to be together, his mind raced as he stepped through the doorway and into the bathroom.

He stood outside the stall waiting for her to exit it. His eyes staring down at he legs pent as she sat on the toilet pissing, her heel taping, unaware of his position outside the bathroom stall. Soon she flushed and stood bringing her panties up with her. The metal lock on the door clicked and she stepped out and looked over to see him standing and staring at her. His eyes dark. His gaze empty. "This is the girls bathroom dick, get out.", she said with an attitude. He only stared at her. She scoffed and made a face of disgust as she walked to the sink and turned on the water.

As she washed her hands he stepped up behind her still staring at her. She looked at him through the mirror with a sharp glare, "What the fuck do you want douchebag? What are you some kinda creep?" she yelled at the mirror. He stepped forward and put one hand on her shoulder. She shrugged his hand off quickly though and told him not to touch her. "Faggot." she exclaimed.

"But I love you." he said, "And I know you love me." She turned around with wide eyes and her mouth curled into a frown. He stared back at her, saying nothing, waiting for her to accept him. Waiting for there moment to be initiated, to take its first steps to perfect happiness.

"What are you talking about you freak?" she yelled at him. Her brow low and her face mean. "Wait your that Sheldon kid aren't you? That stupid hillbilly kid from North Valley right." she scoffed into his face, some of her saliva leaving her mouth and landing across his face.

"We belong together. And Nothing is going to stop that from happening." he told her, her spit still speckled across his cheek.

She sneered at him as she turned back around to face the sink and mirror. "Get real you dweeb, you and I won't be doing ANYTHING together. Now get lost Sheldon or a I'll fucking tell Mr. Jones." she exclaimed through her look of distaste.

"Your not going to stand in the way of us." he mumbled to himself. And as she washed her hands in the sink, rubbing each soapy palm over the other, he wrapped his arm around her neck and squeezed tightly. She gasped in surprise and looked at his cold face staring back at her through the mirror. She began to struggle and with a swift elbow she caught him square in the nose, instantly fracturing the cartilage and bending his nose slightly to the left.
Blood spat from his nose in a burst and landed in her hair as her body bucked trying to remove itself from his grip.

"Stop trying to fight this, you cant win." he told her as he grabbed her by her head, slamming her forehead into the porcelain sink top. The blunt force of the blow causing broken fragments of her skull and lacerations with damaged blood vessels. The edge of the smooth white sink penetrating the skin and breaching the dura mater, which is the outermost membrane of the brain's meninges. He pulled her head back as blood ran down her face, and she fell lifeless in his arms.

He reached under her armpits and held her tightly, dragging her body out the bathroom door. Her heels sliding over the floor scoffing the backs of her heels. Blood stained her dress now as it soaked into the turquoise gown leaving dark trails and blots. Her hair also soaking from the amount of blood loss caused by, what he could only assume was a depressed fracture of the skull. The skull fragments displaced inward causing increasing pressure on the brain and crushing the delicate tissue. A trail of blood leaking over the floor as he dragged her body carefully down the hallway, staying close to the wall in case he needed to duck from a chaperon. His eyes darting, looking back and forth, in front and behind, desperately trying to make it outside. He inched closer and closer to the door, the trails of blood becoming thicker as he head swung side to to side from the motion.

Music from inside the gym roared outside the doors as he lugged her past them. Juveniles grinding inside the giant dark hall, laughing, dancing, enjoying themselves. Chaperons watching contently, their eyes darting between groups of children, still looking for drugs or fights. All of them, their backs to the hallway, the minds entranced with the music. And he hauled her body past the doors, continuing his bloody trail. Her arm flung to the side and caught the edge of the steel door, causing a loud band, but not loud enough to be noticed over the blur of sound. He looked down and saw that her the skin and meat of her arm had been gashed deeply, the skin peeled off around the cold edge of the metal door. The chunk of meat sliding down to the floor leaving its own blood trail. He stood there paused in the hallway outside the gymnasium door trying to reposition her arm. All it would take is one kid with an over active bladder or one chaperon with an overactive imagination to step outside that door and encounter this scene. His brain raced with this thought as he flopped her body around the best he could, hoping to cause her arm to free its self.

His eyes darted from the door to her arm, the door, then her arm again. Sweat running down his face and his heart pumping fast. He was so close to the double doors, so close to exiting the school with his beauty, his prize, his beloved. With a quick push to the left her arm hung back down lifeless and he continued on his way with a sigh of relief. Breathing hard he pushed the double doors open and backed out into the cold night air. A trail of red plasma following directly behind him as he stepped down the concrete steps slowly. Her heels catching each step with a click, click, click.

He stood outside, his nose bleeding and close to dead girl in his arms. His father's suit covered in sticky hot blood of both himself and his darling. He scanned the dark parking lot as the cool night air rushed over his face. He then lifted in arm and looked down at his watch and then looked back up and looked around. He shook his head in dismay and said to himself, "Where tha hell is ma, she was sa'pos ta pick me up."
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Old 09-16-2010, 10:21 PM
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I didn't want to read all of that once I figured out it wasn't about a monkey missing his bannana. Sorry:o
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Old 09-17-2010, 05:13 AM
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Why would it be about a monkey missing his banana?
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Old 09-17-2010, 05:27 AM
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That was just an excuse for my short attention span. And I'm illiterate.
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Old 09-17-2010, 07:07 AM
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Ah, right on. I got ya.
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