Randy also
bought another animal. It's a parrot this time. It's name is Tank, he bought it
for his brother when he died. He named it Tank because a tank blew up his
brother and killed him.
Randy, twenty one, just an abnormal high school. People in school call Randy
bullets because he can make it feel as if a bullet hit you.
When Randy was seven the freshman that attacked him was holding a bat. So Randy figured he'd take commemoration to the guy that tried to kill him. So one day Randy hid in a bush and waited for a kid to walk by. Randy didn't wait for long before a random kid walked by him. So he jumped out of the bush and smashed the bat on the back of the kid's head. He instantly started to bleed. The kid turned around holding his head to see Randy was winding up for the next fatal blow to his face. As Randy hit the kid's face, blood spat on to Randy's face. He got an adrenaline rush. Randy started to smash the kid's face in repeatedly. He didn't even care that he was already dead, Randy just kept smashing.
Soon he got tired and dropped the bat and turned around and walked home. He was angry, furious, mad. Randy kicked his door in and walked up to room and opened his closet. He took out his shotgun. Aimed and fired. The bird's insides blew all over the wall. Randy had noticed he didn't care about anybody and knew he needed a way out of hurting everybody.
The next day at school Randy didn't talk much to anyone. He just sat there drawing sinister pictures in his notebook.
The next day Randy kicked a kid in the face and just walked past him and went to class. Randy was building a mental wall. No one allowed in. Every situation he dealt with that went bad is in the bricks in this wall.
The next few weeks of school Randy talked to no one.
Three years pass
and Randy still hasn't spoken and he graduated from high school. His senior
prank was to shoot up the school. He brought his shotgun in and kicked down the
principals door and shot him in the face. His brain lay tainted on the wall. He
then continued through the main office killing anybody. He then ran quickly out
of the school to his home.
Chapter Four: Prison For Killers
"See this fist... It killed a man."
Randy, thirty seven, just a killer in a jail cell. He is serving life in prison. He carried his high school name to jail. People everywhere called him bullets.
Randy was doing
his normal routine. Wake up, punch the wall a few times, go back to sleep, wake
up, kill someone in lunch, get punished, go back to sleep. Randy has a kill
record of seven hundred forty nine. Tomorrow he will reach seven hundred fifty.
Although he may not make it to see tomorrow.
