Fuck. I couldn't believe what I had just done. It was four in the morning and the Mesa, Arizona air was thick and dusty. Monsoon season, just my fucking luck. I'd have to bury the bodies as deep as I could. Last thing I needed was a fucking rainstorm to come and wash them back to the surface. I had been trying to elude the inevitable and just stay away and try not to think about them....but I couldn't. I had realized over the past couple of weeks that I had to fucking kill Jeremy King, Flynn Webber and their fat-assed bastard of a faggot friend, Les Gronberg. The main thing that was taking so long was how and when I was going to do this. All I knew was I had to kill them and I had to do it soon. They just didn't need to keep breathing my air and taking up useless space on this shitty planet of ours anymore. All three of them were absolutely pathetic specimens of the human race. Jeremy was their leader. At 22, he stood tall, pale and stupid. He had been a rather dyslexic student throughout most of his schooling and the teachers had deemed him incompetent. By mid-high school, he was out of the closet and doing the goth scene which was where I met up with him originally. But by the end of his first year in college, he had become strung out on meth, living off his rich parents and fucking anything with a cock. Shit, as far as I was concerned, he was on his way to AIDS-land anyway. I was simply going to speed thing up and get him up and on his way! Jeremy King....man what a fucking piece of shit. I killed him first.
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