Author's note: I hope people will think about the working's of a dark mind, of how our society puts a grave... Show full author's note »
LinearAn unknown instrument of morality, the bus crept to a halt, the final stop before the school. It was this stop that sparked the boy’s interest, for through the swinging yellow jaws of the beast came his adversary. Averagely tall, with an athletic build synonymous to his short sandy hair that curled up along the ends. He wore a black bag traced in silver, various hackneyed sports logos sparkled all along the flaps. His shirt brandished another logo, though of a clothing brand. Girls giggled as he came, choosing a seat nestled in a group of especially ditzy cheerleaders. A few athletic boys sat with him as well, hassling him around and joking with him as if they were the best of friends.
The emperor stares upon the undignifying scene, hatred like a weight dragging at the bottom of his eyes. Worms, he thought of his opposite’s friends, parasites feeding from his popularity, his social standing. They were pathetic, lacked self-respect, yet still so tragically obsessed with their status; a deplorable brand of consumerism. And the filth that spewed from their mouths! Meaningless. They were like husks, beings without character, without definition. Worthless bodies that could be ridden of—no must be ridden of.
The very plan of the young emperor, to pose judicator for a trial he believed was far past due.
Within minutes, the bus halted before a complex that appeared to be a lifeless arrangement of boxes, each an opposing size, stacked and placed randomly as if to convey abysmal confusion. Other buses lined the crescent moon driveway of the school, dumping students onto the premises. The last to come off the bus, the boy watched the others file out, pushing and shoving and squeezing and laughing and prodding. He took no part in the regular departure process that seemed to him much like squeezing toothpaste from the tube.
At long last he was on the grounds. He felt all had fallen into place, but he still had to wait to get to class. There, he would carefully exercise every last detail of his maniacal scheme, every last goal his plan hoped to achieve.