FicWad

The following story is brooding and dark. Be forewarned that it is about
a VERY serious matter, I dare say it's DEADLY serious, and should be read
as such. While the events that occur may seen as if they're based on real
life events, they are only loosely based on them. The following story is
fictitious, and is not to represent a real life event, even though it
could happen. All characters within are fictitious. Any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. You have been warned.

Why? A short story of warning...

Richard Parks, age 17 has a purpose today. He slowly walks through
the halls, a young man on a mission. He eyes each door with a calculating
gaze, passing them left and right until he reaches his destination. Room
113. He pushes the door open, and the teacher looks up.
TEACHER: "Richard, what are you doing in here? Go to the office."
RICHARD: "Sorry, Mr. Jones, No can do."
Richard draws his father's Beretta nine millimeter pistol, aims,
and fires two shots into Mr. Jones' chest, knocking him onto his back.
Then he walks over, and puts one more into his head. And then the
screaming begins.
TWO DAYS EARLIER...
WOMAN: "Richard, honey, how was your day at school?"
RICHARD: "Fine, Mom."
He walks up to his room, closes the door and turns on his computer.
It boots up, then freezes at a password prompt. He types in the password,
and chuckles as he looks at it:
wreyefa&uchA7r7jaw9ewr2na8en2pe82abehujab87awarethux32uca5uge7t-
He looks at the next screen, and snorts as he looks at the display:
ATTEMPTED EXTERNAL HACKS: 37
ATTEMPTED INTERNAL HACKS: 26
EXTERNAL ATTEMPT LIST:
A long series of IP addresses follows.
INTERNAL ATTEMPT LIST: He reads over the list of the times, and
passwords tried, and snorts as he sees how inept the attempt was. Then he
clicks on the 'Save Attempt Log' button. Pulling out his notebook, he
opens a graphic design program and opens a file called 'Project Omega',
and smiles grimly as he looks at the second password prompt.
Brethe_u_um+gUfefuxet$az-w!evuj-x-q_YUwatHU!-presufe_raste3=Edre
A moment later, he's looking at a three dimensional map of his
school. He chuckles darkly, then starts to work...
Hours later...
MOTHER(from the bottom of the stairs): "Richard, honey, dinner."
RICHARD: "Not hungry, mom!"
Richard's mother walks into the dining room where his father is
sitting.
MOTHER: "Edward, I think there's something wrong with Richard."
He looks up at her.
EDWARD: "What do you mean, Rachael?"
RACHAEL: "He's not eating, he's not hanging out with his friends,
he's not talking to us. I'm worried about him."
EDWARD: "Don't worry, honey, I'm sure it's just teenage angst and
all that stuff. You remember how it was when we were kids."
He goes back to reading his news paper.
RACHAEL: "What if it's drugs?"
EDWARD: "It's not drugs. He knows better."
Up in his room, Richard opens his desk drawer and pulls out a small
bottle. He opens it, and takes a small pill. He tosses it back, and
swallows it before closing the lid and putting it back.
RICHARD(intense): "Soon, soon it will come to fruition. Soon, my
plans will have meaning."
The next day...
BOY: "Hey, Richard, man, what's going on?"
RICHARD: "What do you mean?"
BOY: "Dude, you're not coming to any meetings, you missed three
club get-togethers as well."
RICHARD: "Meetings?"
BOY: "The SAVE meetings? Students Against Violence Everywhere
meetings? Dude, what's going on with you?"
RICHARD: "I've been busy."
Richard closes his locker. He walks around the other boy.
BOY: "Richard, stop."
Richard's back goes ramrod straight.
BOY: "What is it? You know you can talk to me. We've been friends
since first grade. We've told everything to each other."
RICHARD: "There's a first time for everything."
He walks off.
BOY: "Dude, what've you gotten yourself into?"
The boy then thinks about a presentation he had seen a week earlier
at the SAVE meeting...
SPEAKER: "...so if you see someone around you who's suddenly
changed their attitude, stopped hanging out with who they usually do, or
somehow radically altered their attitude towards everything, you should
contact the administration because this could be a warning of something
deeper happening that can have far reaching consequences..."
BOY: "Could he... nah. Not him."
He shakes his head, and walks off.
Richard sits in class, idly writing in his journal, and not paying
attention to the teacher.
TEACHER: "Mr. Parks!"
Richard jumps, and glares at his teacher who's standing over him.
RICHARD: "Yeah, Mr. Smith?"
SMITH: "Go to the office."
RICHARD: "Yeah."
Richard stands, and walks off.
SMITH: "Stop. Turn around. I want to see what you were writing."
RICHARD(without turning): "Screw off, pig."
He walks to the office with Mr. Smith following him.
SMITH: "We're here to see Principal Skinner."
SECRETARY: "Go right in."
They walk into the office.
SKINNER: "So what's this I hear you were daydreaming in class, and
then when Mr. Smith asked you for your notebook to see what you were
writing you said screw you?" He asks.
RICHARD(growled): "No, Skinhead. I said screw off, pig."
SKINNER: "What did you call me?"
RICHARD: "I called you Skin-Head. Gotta problem with that, Huh,
Principal Skin-head?"
SKINNER: "Mr. Parks, you have to adjust that attitude of yours.
Three days out of school suspension."
Richard stands, and walks out.
SKINNER: "John, what's with him? I remember him being such a good
student."
SMITH: "I know. He used to attend all the SAVE meetings, but then
he just stopped. And he's not been attending the computer club meetings
either."
SKINNER: "How do you know that? Have you been keeping tabs on him?
You know that's against school policy."
SMITH: "I run SAVE, and I'm part of the computer club. I'm worried
about Richard."
SKINNER: "It's probably something like a bad day at home. You know
how teenagers are. Good day."
SMITH(vicious): "Good day, Mr. Skinner."
Jon seriously considers calling Richard's parents, but then
remembers that it's against school policy for a teacher to call the
parents of a student without administration approval.
SMITH: "One of these days, something's gonna happen, then where'll
you be, Skinner?"
Richard walks along, silently, as he makes his way home. When he
arrives, he climbs up the lattice outside his window, and slips in. He
turns on his computer, and starts to work on his plans once again.
Richard works late into the night, finalizing everything, and then smiles
a wry smile. He pulls out a spindle of CD-Rs and begins burning copy
after copy of his work. Then he slips them into padded envelopes, sticks
stamps on them, and smiles at his handiwork. Stuffing them into his
backpack, he shuts down his computer, and falls asleep.
The next morning...
RACHAEL: "Richard, time for school."
Rachael knocks on his door. He slowly drags himself from his bed,
and walks to the bathroom. After making himself halfway presentable, he
smiles as he hears his mother leave for her weekly shopping excursion.
His father is at work, and he has run of the house. He dresses quickly,
and walks to his parent's room. He opens the closet, and then the gun
safe, and reaches inside.
RICHARD: "Let's see... holster... extra clips... ammo... pistol...
laser... Ok... let's get this show in the road."
He puts on his belt, slipping the clip caddy and holster on. Then
he feeds his belt through the rest of the loops. He pulls out each clip,
and loads them to capacity with black talon rounds.
RICHARD: "Black Talon, when they just shouldn't get back up."
He laughs mirthlessly. He slams the clip into the pistol, and pulls
back the slide before letting it drive the round into the chamber, and
then decocking the hammer. He holsters the pistol, and pulls out a
shotgun and M-14 rifle with a composite bullpup stock, and walks into his
room. He walks out five minutes later in a floor length black duster
carrying a duffel bag, and wearing his backpack. As he walks along, he
eyes everyone with suspicion. Then he reaches a mail collection box. He
puts down his bag, and pulls off his pack. He pulls out the ten CDs he
made, and drops them in before putting his backpack back on. Richard
walks along silently until he reaches the school, and smiles a wry smile.
RICHARD: "Too easy."
He walks inside, then chains the doors shut, using the crash-door
handles to secure the chain. After five minutes of sneaking around, he
has the last of the half dozen doors secured. He checks his watch. 11:30.
Everyone's in class. he unbuttons his duster, and walks along the halls,
a man on a mission. He scans the doors with a cold calculating glare,
passing them left and right until he reaches his destination. Room 113.
He pushes the door open, and the teacher looks up.
JONES: "Richard, what are you doing in here? Go to the office."
RICHARD: "Sorry, Mr. Jones, No can do."
Richard draws his father's Beretta nine millimeter pistol, aims,
and fires two shots into Mr. Jones' chest, knocking him onto his back.
Then he walks over, and puts one more into his head. And then the
screaming begins. He walks out of the room, and looks to either side. He
holsters his pistol, and opens his duffel bag from which he pulls out the
twelve gauge shotgun and rifle. He slings the shotgun across his back,
and shoulders the rifle. BLAM! He fires, and a boy, no older than sixteen
hits the ground dead.
Richard walks through the halls, not missing a step as he shoots
his schoolmates with precision, and without mercy. He works from one end
of the school to the other until he reaches his final destination forty
minutes after the carnage began. Room 223. He pushes the door open, and
smiles as he looks around at the stunned faces.
GIRL: "Richard?"
RICHARD: "Hiya, Alice. Guess you didn't expect to see me doing
this, did you?"
His classmate, and fellow SAVE member gapes at him, horrified.
ALICE: "Richard, what are you doing?"
Richard pulls out his pistol, and shoots Eric Marx twice in the
chest, then once in the head, killing him and making sure he's dead.
RICHARD: "Doing what I feel is right..."
Richard smiles a sick smile. He pulls out a bottle and swallows a
pill from it.
RICHARD: "I'm almost done... Almost done..."
He walks around the room, looking at the students hiding under
their desks until he comes to one.
RICHARD: "Philip. Stand up."
He aims at the young man. Philip Ericson stands slowly and faces
Richard.
PHILIP: "What do you want?"
RICHARD(eyes wild): "You always were out to get me, Philip, you
wanted me to fail so you could feel better. Guess what... You failed."
He puts six rounds into Philip's chest, killing him before he hits
the ground. He drops the clip, then looks at it with a mirthless smile.
RICHARD: "One round left."
GIRL: "Richard... why?"
RICHARD: "I..."
Crash! The window explodes in, and a round slams into Richard's
head, killing him instantly. The police sniper then scans the room slowly
for any more targets.
The final kill count was seven faculty, twenty-six students killed.
Not one student was hit by stray fire, every shot was carefully schooled.
But nobody realized what caused this incident. Even when the local and
national news stations received CD-Rs with detailed maps of the school,
kill lists, and a detailed manifesto, they simply played up the story as
a misfit youth who went on a rampage because of failing grades... nobody
realized the truth...
It wasn't his grades that were the problem. It wasn't the fact he
stopped going to SAVE meetings, or turned to drugs. It wasn't that he
stopped associating with his friends, and stopped talking to his parents.
It wasn't that he felt that everyone was out to get him and he had to get
them before they got him. It wasn't that he went to the shooting range
more than normal, or that he became suddenly more brooding and intense.
No, these were all side effects. Side effects of what was happening
internally, in Richard's mind.
If they had just paid attention to the warning signs, and had acted
on what they saw, they could have averted the catastrophe. But they did
not, and people died. If you see these warning signs, tell someone. If
you see the signs in a child, tell their parents or teachers. If it's an
adult you work with, tell your superiors. Whatever you do, tell someone.
The life you save, may be your own...
The end. C&C to Tenchi_knight_2000@Yahoo.com Why?
Jaren Lawrence

The following story is brooding and dark. Be forewarned that it is about
a VERY serious matter, I dare say it's DEADLY serious, and should be read
as such. While the events that occur may seen as if they're based on real
life events, they are only loosely based on them. The following story is
fictitious, and is not to represent a real life event, even though it
could happen. All characters within are fictitious. Any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. You have been warned.

Why? A short story of warning...

Richard Parks, age 17 has a purpose today. He slowly walks through
the halls, a young man on a mission. He eyes each door with a calculating
gaze, passing them left and right until he reaches his destination. Room
113. He pushes the door open, and the teacher looks up.
TEACHER: "Richard, what are you doing in here? Go to the office."
RICHARD: "Sorry, Mr. Jones, No can do."
Richard draws his father's Beretta nine millimeter pistol, aims,
and fires two shots into Mr. Jones' chest, knocking him onto his back.
Then he walks over, and puts one more into his head. And then the
screaming begins.
TWO DAYS EARLIER...
WOMAN: "Richard, honey, how was your day at school?"
RICHARD: "Fine, Mom."
He walks up to his room, closes the door and turns on his computer.
It boots up, then freezes at a password prompt. He types in the password,
and chuckles as he looks at it:
wreyefa&uchA7r7jaw9ewr2na8en2pe82abehujab87awarethux32uca5uge7t-
He looks at the next screen, and snorts as he looks at the display:
ATTEMPTED EXTERNAL HACKS: 37
ATTEMPTED INTERNAL HACKS: 26
EXTERNAL ATTEMPT LIST:
A long series of IP addresses follows.
INTERNAL ATTEMPT LIST: He reads over the list of the times, and
passwords tried, and snorts as he sees how inept the attempt was. Then he
clicks on the 'Save Attempt Log' button. Pulling out his notebook, he
opens a graphic design program and opens a file called 'Project Omega',
and smiles grimly as he looks at the second password prompt.
Brethe_u_um+gUfefuxet$az-w!evuj-x-q_YUwatHU!-presufe_raste3=Edre
A moment later, he's looking at a three dimensional map of his
school. He chuckles darkly, then starts to work...
Hours later...
MOTHER(from the bottom of the stairs): "Richard, honey, dinner."
RICHARD: "Not hungry, mom!"
Richard's mother walks into the dining room where his father is
sitting.
MOTHER: "Edward, I think there's something wrong with Richard."
He looks up at her.
EDWARD: "What do you mean, Rachael?"
RACHAEL: "He's not eating, he's not hanging out with his friends,
he's not talking to us. I'm worried about him."
EDWARD: "Don't worry, honey, I'm sure it's just teenage angst and
all that stuff. You remember how it was when we were kids."
He goes back to reading his news paper.
RACHAEL: "What if it's drugs?"
EDWARD: "It's not drugs. He knows better."
Up in his room, Richard opens his desk drawer and pulls out a small
bottle. He opens it, and takes a small pill. He tosses it back, and
swallows it before closing the lid and putting it back.
RICHARD(intense): "Soon, soon it will come to fruition. Soon, my
plans will have meaning."
The next day...
BOY: "Hey, Richard, man, what's going on?"
RICHARD: "What do you mean?"
BOY: "Dude, you're not coming to any meetings, you missed three
club get-togethers as well."
RICHARD: "Meetings?"
BOY: "The SAVE meetings? Students Against Violence Everywhere
meetings? Dude, what's going on with you?"
RICHARD: "I've been busy."
Richard closes his locker. He walks around the other boy.
BOY: "Richard, stop."
Richard's back goes ramrod straight.
BOY: "What is it? You know you can talk to me. We've been friends
since first grade. We've told everything to each other."
RICHARD: "There's a first time for everything."
He walks off.
BOY: "Dude, what've you gotten yourself into?"
The boy then thinks about a presentation he had seen a week earlier
at the SAVE meeting...
SPEAKER: "...so if you see someone around you who's suddenly
changed their attitude, stopped hanging out with who they usually do, or
somehow radically altered their attitude towards everything, you should
contact the administration because this could be a warning of something
deeper happening that can have far reaching consequences..."
BOY: "Could he... nah. Not him."
He shakes his head, and walks off.
Richard sits in class, idly writing in his journal, and not paying
attention to the teacher.
TEACHER: "Mr. Parks!"
Richard jumps, and glares at his teacher who's standing over him.
RICHARD: "Yeah, Mr. Smith?"
SMITH: "Go to the office."
RICHARD: "Yeah."
Richard stands, and walks off.
SMITH: "Stop. Turn around. I want to see what you were writing."
RICHARD(without turning): "Screw off, pig."
He walks to the office with Mr. Smith following him.
SMITH: "We're here to see Principal Skinner."
SECRETARY: "Go right in."
They walk into the office.
SKINNER: "So what's this I hear you were daydreaming in class, and
then when Mr. Smith asked you for your notebook to see what you were
writing you said screw you?" He asks.
RICHARD(growled): "No, Skinhead. I said screw off, pig."
SKINNER: "What did you call me?"
RICHARD: "I called you Skin-Head. Gotta problem with that, Huh,
Principal Skin-head?"
SKINNER: "Mr. Parks, you have to adjust that attitude of yours.
Three days out of school suspension."
Richard stands, and walks out.
SKINNER: "John, what's with him? I remember him being such a good
student."
SMITH: "I know. He used to attend all the SAVE meetings, but then
he just stopped. And he's not been attending the computer club meetings
either."
SKINNER: "How do you know that? Have you been keeping tabs on him?
You know that's against school policy."
SMITH: "I run SAVE, and I'm part of the computer club. I'm worried
about Richard."
SKINNER: "It's probably something like a bad day at home. You know
how teenagers are. Good day."
SMITH(vicious): "Good day, Mr. Skinner."
Jon seriously considers calling Richard's parents, but then
remembers that it's against school policy for a teacher to call the
parents of a student without administration approval.
SMITH: "One of these days, something's gonna happen, then where'll
you be, Skinner?"
Richard walks along, silently, as he makes his way home. When he
arrives, he climbs up the lattice outside his window, and slips in. He
turns on his computer, and starts to work on his plans once again.
Richard works late into the night, finalizing everything, and then smiles
a wry smile. He pulls out a spindle of CD-Rs and begins burning copy
after copy of his work. Then he slips them into padded envelopes, sticks
stamps on them, and smiles at his handiwork. Stuffing them into his
backpack, he shuts down his computer, and falls asleep.
The next morning...
RACHAEL: "Richard, time for school."
Rachael knocks on his door. He slowly drags himself from his bed,
and walks to the bathroom. After making himself halfway presentable, he
smiles as he hears his mother leave for her weekly shopping excursion.
His father is at work, and he has run of the house. He dresses quickly,
and walks to his parent's room. He opens the closet, and then the gun
safe, and reaches inside.
RICHARD: "Let's see... holster... extra clips... ammo... pistol...
laser... Ok... let's get this show in the road."
He puts on his belt, slipping the clip caddy and holster on. Then
he feeds his belt through the rest of the loops. He pulls out each clip,
and loads them to capacity with black talon rounds.
RICHARD: "Black Talon, when they just shouldn't get back up."
He laughs mirthlessly. He slams the clip into the pistol, and pulls
back the slide before letting it drive the round into the chamber, and
then decocking the hammer. He holsters the pistol, and pulls out a
shotgun and M-14 rifle with a composite bullpup stock, and walks into his
room. He walks out five minutes later in a floor length black duster
carrying a duffel bag, and wearing his backpack. As he walks along, he
eyes everyone with suspicion. Then he reaches a mail collection box. He
puts down his bag, and pulls off his pack. He pulls out the ten CDs he
made, and drops them in before putting his backpack back on. Richard
walks along silently until he reaches the school, and smiles a wry smile.
RICHARD: "Too easy."
He walks inside, then chains the doors shut, using the crash-door
handles to secure the chain. After five minutes of sneaking around, he
has the last of the half dozen doors secured. He checks his watch. 11:30.
Everyone's in class. he unbuttons his duster, and walks along the halls,
a man on a mission. He scans the doors with a cold calculating glare,
passing them left and right until he reaches his destination. Room 113.
He pushes the door open, and the teacher looks up.
JONES: "Richard, what are you doing in here? Go to the office."
RICHARD: "Sorry, Mr. Jones, No can do."
Richard draws his father's Beretta nine millimeter pistol, aims,
and fires two shots into Mr. Jones' chest, knocking him onto his back.
Then he walks over, and puts one more into his head. And then the
screaming begins. He walks out of the room, and looks to either side. He
holsters his pistol, and opens his duffel bag from which he pulls out the
twelve gauge shotgun and rifle. He slings the shotgun across his back,
and shoulders the rifle. BLAM! He fires, and a boy, no older than sixteen
hits the ground dead.
Richard walks through the halls, not missing a step as he shoots
his schoolmates with precision, and without mercy. He works from one end
of the school to the other until he reaches his final destination forty
minutes after the carnage began. Room 223. He pushes the door open, and
smiles as he looks around at the stunned faces.
GIRL: "Richard?"
RICHARD: "Hiya, Alice. Guess you didn't expect to see me doing
this, did you?"
His classmate, and fellow SAVE member gapes at him, horrified.
ALICE: "Richard, what are you doing?"
Richard pulls out his pistol, and shoots Eric Marx twice in the
chest, then once in the head, killing him and making sure he's dead.
RICHARD: "Doing what I feel is right..."
Richard smiles a sick smile. He pulls out a bottle and swallows a
pill from it.
RICHARD: "I'm almost done... Almost done..."
He walks around the room, looking at the students hiding under
their desks until he comes to one.
RICHARD: "Philip. Stand up."
He aims at the young man. Philip Ericson stands slowly and faces
Richard.
PHILIP: "What do you want?"
RICHARD(eyes wild): "You always were out to get me, Philip, you
wanted me to fail so you could feel better. Guess what... You failed."
He puts six rounds into Philip's chest, killing him before he hits
the ground. He drops the clip, then looks at it with a mirthless smile.
RICHARD: "One round left."
GIRL: "Richard... why?"
RICHARD: "I..."
Crash! The window explodes in, and a round slams into Richard's
head, killing him instantly. The police sniper then scans the room slowly
for any more targets.
The final kill count was seven faculty, twenty-six students killed.
Not one student was hit by stray fire, every shot was carefully schooled.
But nobody realized what caused this incident. Even when the local and
national news stations received CD-Rs with detailed maps of the school,
kill lists, and a detailed manifesto, they simply played up the story as
a misfit youth who went on a rampage because of failing grades... nobody
realized the truth...
It wasn't his grades that were the problem. It wasn't the fact he
stopped going to SAVE meetings, or turned to drugs. It wasn't that he
stopped associating with his friends, and stopped talking to his parents.
It wasn't that he felt that everyone was out to get him and he had to get
them before they got him. It wasn't that he went to the shooting range
more than normal, or that he became suddenly more brooding and intense.
No, these were all side effects. Side effects of what was happening
internally, in Richard's mind.
If they had just paid attention to the warning signs, and had acted
on what they saw, they could have averted the catastrophe. But they did
not, and people died. If you see these warning signs, tell someone. If
you see the signs in a child, tell their parents or teachers. If it's an
adult you work with, tell your superiors. JUST TELL SOMEONE!!! The life
you save, may be your own...
The end. C&C to Tenchi_knight_2000@Yahoo.com