~the anger cont'd

It was sometime close to dawn that he felt something land on his stomach. Peeking through half lidded eyes, he saw that there was a folder crammed with the information that Isolde had promised him. He sat up and looked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever had sent it to him.

Looking down both sides of the street, it appeared that it was devoid of human life, and Delore shrugged as he brought his attention back to the folder in his lap.

Opening it carefully, he spent the entire morning reading every page that the folder contained.

The information provided a basic outline of what was discovered at the crime scene. First point that was reinforced many times throughout the entire folder was that it was a crime of passion. In this case, it was anger.

There were photos of words written in blood, all the words were in some unknown language, as though even the writer didn’t know he wrote it.

Shrugging off the feeling that he should know what it says, Delore kept reading through the entire folder. In the end, it was somewhere in the middle of the day when he had finished. His stomach gave a growl and he went into the kitchen to get something to eat.

Taking his food into his room, he read over the evidence again. He was completely baffled, as though something was missing in the entire case. He pondered over this nagging feeling and realised that noone had seen the person directly not to mention the fact that there were no pictures of the victims.

This surprised him greatly. If this was really done in a major firm, shouldn’t there have been some kind of security camera that would have managed to see something? And what had happened to the bodies?

After eating, he went to Isolde’s house, sneaking in through a window seemed to be the best way to prevent some form of confrontation with her father. He was determined to know the answers to the missing pieces from the folder she had given him.

She had somehow known he was coming because she was sitting on her bed and when he had come in she had merely handed him a spring roll. He looked at her but she seemed absorbed in reading something so he stood silently and ate the roll.

“So you decided to come,” she said.

“How did you know I would?” he asked.

“Easy. You aren’t that hard to figure out,” she replied.

He just looked at her for a long time, technically classifying it as staring.

“Would you like to fill me in on anything?” she asked.

“I was hoping you could do that for me,” he said.

She laughed at him.

“What?” he asked, completely confused.

“Simple,” she replied.

That’s when he felt something jab against his back.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of three executives, Mr. Howard, Mr. Viaro and Ms. Nathera. You have no rights and will be put into detention as soon as possible,” she said.

He glared at her, “is this some kind of joke?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that,” she said. She looked him hard in the eye and seemed to transform from the meek student at school into a professional agent and enforcer of the law.

He snarled at her and he felt the cuffs go around his hands before he could even launch an attack at her.

“Take him away,” she ordered to the man behind Delore and she watched as Delore was dragged out fighting all the way to the armoured car.

~the anger cont'd

After a few weeks, his initial confusion and shock had given way to a more subdued feeling. A feeling that he had long forgotten he had even felt before; curiousity. It was with this feeling that he went about his life, following Isolde and collecting all that he could from her.

When a few days of stalking had ended it seemed as though Isolde was annoyed at something. He wasn’t quite sure what it was in the beginning and decided to watch and find out.

Isolde ended up going into the dead ended alley. He followed her in, all the while noting this change in location. When he turned a corner, she was standing right there. He looked at her, a guilty expression crossing his face.

Then she slapped him. Hard.

At first, he thought he was crazy or something, and had imagined all of it. Then the surprise gave out to the stinging pain.

The first thought that crossed his mind was that she hit hard. He rubbed his cheek unconsciously as he slowly digested this info.

The second thought that went into his head and stayed was the fact that she knew he was following her. That’s when reality caught up with him and he finally saw that she was still standing right in front of him. To say that he had never been slapped before would be a lie. To say that he had never been slapped by a girl that looked like she wanted to kill him was currently an understatement.

Isolde didn’t look like she was upset, in fact, she merely looked annoyed or frustrated.

“Are you crazy?” she finally asked, as though she knew that he was finally with her.

Delore looked at her, he was completely confused.

“I asked you a question. Are you crazy?” she demanded.

“No?” he replied, suddenly unsure.

Isolde sighed. Delore looked at her worriedly.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she said. Everything seemed even more confusing as every second passed.

“If I recall correcly, you’re the one that slapped me,” he said.

“Not that,” she said exhasperated.

“Then what?” he demanded. Coming into reality with a startling speed.

“Following me!” she yelled, reaching the peak of her anger.

“Why?” he yelled back, “Have something to hide, do you?”

“Course not, it’s just that I can’t be seen anywhere near you,” she said.

“Why not?” he asked, curiousity taking hold again.

“Because my father has just found a serial killer’s tracks and he thinks it’s you because all the evidence points to your house. He thinks it’s you because you’re such a rebel, because it’s obvious that everyone else in your family wouldn’t kill anyone,” she explained.

“Is your father a cop then?” he asked.

“That’s none of your business, but no, he’s not,” she replied.

“Fine, and who have I allegedly murdered?” he asked.

“Some high up people in the big city,” she replied.

“But I don’t go there, not unless I run out of clothes or something,” he said. She looked at him sceptically.

“I swear it,” he said. She looked at him closely, Delore had the vague feeling that she was looking right through him and all his lies were being read by her.

She nodded.

“I know,” she whispered, “but it doesn’t explain who did do the murders.”

“How bout this? I’ll help you discover the evil one,” said Delore.

“Fine,” said Isolde, as long as you don’t associate yourself to me in public.

Delore nodded.

“Deal,” he said and put out his hand.

“Deal,” she said, shaking the offered hand.

“Then I’ll give you what information that we do have later tonight,” she said.

“Right,” he said, “when?”

“You’ll know,” she replied before walking down the alley and out into the daylight again.

Delore settled down against the wall. What was that? He asked himself.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he stood up and made his way home, maybe sleep would help whatever was going to happen tonight.

~the anger cont'd

Silence was his best bet, as long as he wasn’t seen or heard, he should be fine.

Looking around, he saw that the only clear path he could follow without too much noise was along the path, but it would make him seen if they moved their head even an inch to the right.

Searching up and down, he saw that it was either that, or he risked rushing it, but he had a feeling that this was definitely no ordinary victim. With a sudden spark and almost cheering for his intelligence, he strolled down the path and flicked his knife back into its sheath.

The victim looked up as he approached.

“Good evening,” said Delore.

The person had turned their head at the last minute and cast their face in shadow.

“Good evening,” said a girls voice. She made to get up but Delore was faster.

“It’s dangerous,” he explained as he held her arm.

“Thankyou Delore,” she said as they approached a street light.

He hid his surprise as he looked at her in the light. It was that girl that had sat next to him in class.

“No problem,” he said smoothly, there was nothing to suggest he had been surprised and nothing to suggest that he had changed his mind.

“You can kill me you know,” she said suddenly. They had walked almost all the way to her house. The only way he even knew was because he could remember where everything was.

He looked at her, she seemed calm and composed. If he hadn’t heard it himself he would have sworn that she never said it at all.

She stopped and turned to face him.

“I know your secret,” she said before moving straight into her house. She stopped as she reached the door, Delore hadn’t moved a muscle.

“Thankyou Delore. By the way, my name’s Isolde, in case you were wondering. Goodnight,” she whispered before closing the door and disappearing from view.

Delore stood stunned for a good few minutes before he shook off his shock and had the first raw emotion on his face for years. Complete and utter confusion.

It was with that confusion that he somehow managed to walk home and it was that confusion that took his mind completely off killing and sating his hunger for blood.

~the anger cont'd

As he rounded the corner, he saw a girl with a guy clinging to her. She seemed to be happy, but not exactly comfortable with his presence. But Delore felt something was wrong. Like a sixth sense. That guy wasnt in this for love. That was certain. In fact, it was almost certain that he'd do almost anything to get into her pants tonight.

Delore scanned the area, it was still fairly populated. But since this was his neighbourhood and it was practically his home, it wasnt like his heart was in the place he lived.

The guy was pulling her into a street alley, Delore knew for a fact that the alley was a dead end, he could also see that the girl didnt really want to go in.

The guy said something to persuade her and she seemed resigned as he walked her in there.

The alley was far from most people's homes. It was perfect to let a guy scream in there and noone would hear, let alone have a clue.

Delore followed them in, his blade at the ready. That was until he saw that there were three other guys in there. The girl froze and the guy, who still had his arm around her, practically dragged her towards them.

When the initial shock had warn off, the girl started screaming and kicking. The men just laughed. Delore figured that the best chance would be to use suprise and his knowledge of the area to catch them. They probably didnt know that it was a dead end.

Carefully, when the girl's screaming had dinned a bit, Delore hid and cupped his hands to his mouth to make his voice carry.

"This is the police, stop where you are and put your hands up!" he yelled.

As predicted, the men ran off as fast as possible, but the girl had finally managed to kick her captor in the groin and he doubled over in pain. That was one down, he had three more to kill or at least maim.

Flashin his knife, he ran by the man and stabbed him quickly before chasing after the other men. It seemed that they had decided that it was every man for themselves. One of the other men had been hurt and left behind. Probably to give themselves more time to run.

Delore flicked the blade across the man's neck and ran on. There's two left.

They were nearing the end of the alley. With quick thinking, he yelled out.

"Stop! Police!"

He heard a scuffle, probably preparing to ambush him.

"Men, you two continue, we'll back you up!" he bellowed. He threw two rocks to make it sound like his orders were being followed. When the scuffling had stopped, He walked himself, making scuffling noises.

One of the men lost nerve and ran out. Immediately, Delore threw his knife at the man's throat and he gurgled as he fell.

Now it was a very compromising situation. There was one left. The man was possibly armed and was probably stronger than him. Taking the worst scenario, the man was fully trained in shooting, had perfect aim and was carrying a gun. Currently, possibly thinking that there was more than one cop and also that Delore was supposed to be armed.

Delore looked at where the man lay, his only weapon was there. He considered his options. He could reveal himself to being alone by grabbing his knife, but therefore would also put his life in danger. It wasnt that he loved life, in fact he didnt mind dying, he was going to die anyway.

Shrugging off the coming fear he picked up a rock that he had scuffled over here. He picked up a can that was left here for trash and threw it up and out to have the light that shined above glint at it in many angles. He hoped that the man would be shocked or stunned long enough to grab his blade.

As he charged by and picked up his knife he threw out the rock at the only possible hiding place he knew in the entire alley. A thud was heard as it contacted human flesh and a yelp was heard as the man tried to rub his wound and run at the same time.

Spinning around, Delore loosened his hold on the blade and it gave a soft thud as it went into the man's chest. Delore panted. His adrenaline wearing off, he strode forward to pick up his blade.

He looked around, four men dead and he felt slightly edgy. He needed more, this wasnt enough, he needed more death, more carnage, more pain.

He wandered back down the alley, there were no street lights further up and it was getting darker since the light was behind him.

The girl had run off, possibly out of fear, probably just to get away from this place. It didnt matter much to him, he didnt care enough.

He walked out of the alley and saw that the closest street light was a good fifty metres away. It was the last one for this street.

He turned away from the light and headed into the park, where he had been yesterday, where he had been headed until he was disrupted.

He felt more than saw someone sitting there. He flicked out his blade, his next victim was already lined up for him.

~the anger cont'd

The day had ended as it usually did. With a stack of classwork that had just become homework.

Throwing his bag into his room, he sat on the ground next to it and scribbled answers to what was due tomorrow.

His room wasnt anything interesting. In fact, it was fairly boring looking. Off white coloured walls, considered cream coloured, a bed, a desk, a comp and a chair. Everything was low budget, nothing was bought other than what was neccessary to be considered liveable.

It didnt take him long to finish all his work and he went to his computer. He began writing, the days worth of imagination had cost him a lot of hours of madness, he needed it out. His stories were always brief. More correctly, they were scenes from stories. He never bothered to finish them, the story would haunt him later and he would write the next scene.

It was simple, it was effective. But it meant no stories were finished.

When the day's worth of stories that had haunted him had been written, he sat back and started playing games. Like Baldur's Gate, Starcraft and Age of Mythology. His mind was whirring, you would have sworn you could hear it at work.

After a solid few hours of playing, he decided to make dinner, his parents rarely cared what happened to him, too absorbed with work and his brother, Jack. Jack always managed to be smarter and do better. Or maybe it was just because Jack was the first child.

Shrugging off the sad feelings that wanted to envelope him, he went to the kitchen to start making dinner. When it was finished, he sat down alone at the table and ate. His parents had taken Jack shopping to celebrate his latest perfect report.

Delore had stopped showing them his report ages ago. Jack couldnt care less and would always point out his wrong points and his parents almost threw it in the bin last time he had given it to them. It wasnt that he had a bad report, it's more that they couldnt be bothered to care what he had gotten. It didnt matter that he was smarter than Jack was. All the teachers thought so.

Picking up his dishes, he cleaned them, put them back and grabbed his jacket. All this sadness was making his madness come back faster. He wanted to hurt something. He needed to hurt something.

Picking up his discarded blade, he walked outside. Darkness already cloaked the house and he felt alive. As though something inside had been freed. He wandered the streets looking for somthing, anything to hurt or kill.

~the anger cont'd

He ran, couldn't be late, not again. Class started in ten minutes.

Swinging round the corner, he sighed wth relief to see that the class was still dangling outside. A hand rested on his shoulder and he tensed up.

"I hope you aren't late again, Delore," said a voice.

He turned around, his face the mask of innocence.

"Of course not Sir, just returning from the toilet," said Delore.

The teacher nodded and opened the door for them. The class filed in.

"We're starting on pages three hundred and twenty seven of the text books. Grab a book as you walk in please," said the teacher.

Delore obediently picked up a book and sat down on his own at the edge, near the door.

After twenty minutes into class, a knock on the door, and a girl walking in and sitting next to him, he was about ready to run out and kill again. Holding onto his sanity, he looked at the girl next to him.

Boring as always. He did his work and then tried to think on what to do after school.

He felt someone tap him, without conscious thought, he already knew it was the girl next to him.

"Yes?" he asked. His voice was annoyed, though he really couldn't care less.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she said meekly.

"Well it's too late now, so tell me what you want," he said, resigning himself to help her.

"My pen fell off the table and is under your seat. Could you pick it up for me please?" she asked.

He looked at her, and actually looked at her. She seemed to be fairly smart, kind of childish and just a hint of innocence that seemed to go through her core.

He leant down and picked up her pen. It was simple.

She was an innocent. One of the very few that even lived anymore.

He sighed. He was afraid of tainting her but somehow he also wanted to taint her to the core.

Giving her pen back, she said thankyou and went straight back to work. Delore shrugged. It made little difference what she was doing but something inside told him not to let her go.

Shrugging off the feeling, he went back to writing random comments from the heart and blocked out the rest of the world.

~the anger cont'd

He'd been walking for the last few hours. Bored was an understatement.

It took him a moment to realise that he was being watched, and another moment to find his observer.

Doubling back, he made his way until he came up behind the man. The man almost jumped two metres from fear. But he grimly held on until the man calmed down.

There were no screams, no yells, no warning as he went crazy, his anger that had been held back for so long was let loose.

When the blood rage had left him, he realised that he was covered in blood. The man had been mutilated until he barely resembled anything.

He kneeled and picked up the body, carried it to the nearby park and lay him down in the bushes. The body would be found and he really didnt care all that much.

Cleaning his blade, he slowly made his way back home.

His madness was sated. At least for now.

oh wells

now it's back to sleeping, eating, pestering ppl, working (b4 mum nd dad finds out i havnt been doin the work i'm supposed to b) and .... harrassing ppl?
"shrugs"
this newfound boredom is blamed on...
cute lil goldie

due to lack of interest
i think sleep and tele are next on the agenda..
"grins"
ttyl
ehheehe

~the anger

Anger made his face livid.

Why did everything always have to be so darn confusing?!

As he fumed, his heart began to ice over, his anger lost its heat and went cold, sharpening it's edge.

The nothingness consumed him, the pain of loss, the frustration of misunderstanding, all combined to form a blade. The blade was refined to a killing edge by his anger and seemed to have the ability to cut through anything and everything.

His face was masked.

The anger could no longer be seen, but if u knew wat u were looking for and looked close enough, u'd see it in his eyes. The pain, the frustration and the anger, boiling within him and then icing over.

Many say that those eyes can see everything, it was also rumoured that anyone in the trance could understand everything.

With the anger in him, he stood trying to control his emotions. It was too dangerous, he was too close to the school, he needed to be away, far away.

He grabbed the real knife and pocketed it.

Looking around, he realised that night was still young and he could be done before dawn was even in sight. With that thought in mind, he stalked out into the night looking for his first victim.