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My peaceful slumber was interrupted by loud, constant banging on the front door of my house. I slowly rose to my feet and stretched my arms above my head, cringing as all the bones in my back clicked into place. Preparing myself to slaughter the person who rudely woke me, I lazily shuffled towards the old, oak door; muttering curses under my breath. I looked out of the spy hole to see a young boy that is my brother, covered in fresh blood and bruises, holding the wall slightly for support. I quickly pulled the beaten boy through the door, swiftly locking it behind him. “Mikes! What happened?” I gasped when Mikey looked up at me, revealing a busted lip, bleeding nose and several cuts to his forehead. I pushed the hair out of his face to get a better look at the damage.
“H-he ca-alle-ed me a-a n-nerd an-and a fa-ag an th-hen he-he beat me-e up” I could barely make out what he was saying as he was shaking and stuttering with violent sobs. I carefully pulled the trembling boy into my chest and whispered soothing words into his ear. Mikey has to be one of the easiest targets at school. He’s nineteen years old, nerdy and as thin as a twig. Someone could easily snap him in two, one handed. Not to mention that he’s not the type of person to defend himself. Once he’d calmed down, I pulled him over to the old, worn sofa and sat him gently onto my lap.
“What’s his name?” I tried to keep the anger out of my voice, as not to scare my brother more than he already is. I mean, having a murderer for a brother is bound to be scary.
“Mark… s-spencer,” he sniffed. I scooped my dangerously light brother into my arms and carried him to my old bed. I rummaged through the bathroom cabinet, trying to find something that would be able to clean up Mikey’s cuts. I quickly returned to the bedroom and began to clean out his wounds, while instructing him to hold the ice cold cloth to his now swelling eye. Once finished, I gently tucked him in and kissed his forehead as he slowly slipped to sleep. 1:36. School will be finishing soon, perfect.

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The high afternoon sun beat down onto the lonely playground of Belleville High. I pushed my sunglasses up my nose and took a long drag on my cigarette. Moments later, the end of the day bell pierced through the silence surrounding me. I watched intently as all the preppy students bounded out of the doors. I straightened my leather jacket as the person I had been waiting for stepped out of building.
“Oi! Mark!” I shouted, taking the cigarette out of my mouth. He turned around and glared. “Get your ass over here” slowly, the jock left his group of friends and swaggered over to me.
“What do you want, fag” he spat at me. I cocked an eyebrow and removed my sunglasses, pushing them into the pocket of my jacket. I looked up just in time to see the jock’s eyes widen and his jaw fall open before he slowly backed away, pushing himself up against the wall.
“M-Mr. way. What are you doing here?” I slowly moved forward and rested my hands on the wall either side of his head.
“I believe you beat up my brother earlier today” I said, no more than a whisper. Mark bit down on his lip as recognition flashed across his face.
“Oh…Your brothers that fag. Follows in his brothers footsteps I see, except from the fact he doesn’t out up a fight!” now that tipped my over the edge. No-one dares insult my family. I kneed him in the crotch and grabbed his hair as he doubled over, slamming his face against the brick wall. The school grounds were empty again, so no-one would be able to see what was happening.
“Don’t you fucking say that about my brother!” I punched him multiple times over the back and the rear of his head, constantly slamming his face into the brick wall.
“I’m fucking sorry! Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry! I won’t touch him again! Please!” he begged once my punching subsided.
“And why shouldn’t I hurt you? You hurt my brother? It’s only fair, hmm?” I whispered into his ear. There way no way he was getting out of this one alive- or at least severely hurt.
“I know, I’m sorry about that! Really, please don’t hurt me Mr. Way. I won’t touch him. I was only doing it to make my friends like me!”
“You know, I was considering letting you go… until you started pleading. Because whenever someone tells you to stop, you keep going, right? Like i’m pretty sure would have Mikey would have begged you to stop.” The pathetic teenager was about to protest again before I quickly took his head into my arms and in one swift movement, breaking his neck. I held the corpse up long enough to sign my name across the forehead, before letting the body collapse to the ground. I stared at the body for a few minutes, admiring the way his eyes were rolled back into their sockets and his mouth was slightly agape. Deciding against mutilating the body, I made my way back over to my car, lighting up another cancer stick and leaving the premises.

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“GERARD ARTHUR WAY WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Mikey screamed at me as soon as I walked through the door. “I woke up and you weren’t here” all anger drained from his voice as I silent tear rolled down his cheek. I pulled him into my arms and ran my fingers through his hair explaining that I just had to take care of business.

After a few minutes his body went stiff against mine and he pulled back from me, staring at me in disbelief. “You killed him, didn’t you?”