Short Scary Stories Mini Volume 6: Recovery Edition

==Revelating Lecture==
I arrived at the Voices To Be Heard presentation. It's a 3 hour show where characters give 20 minute presentations about things. I stood behind the stage, poking my head out of the curtains eagerly waiting for my bit to begin. 1 more minute left. I'm so nervous... I'll be giving a controversial presentation in front of hundreds of people. "Mitch, you're on!" the stage manager called out. I nodded then walked out on stage to the crowd applauding from the previous presentation. I'm not sure if the beings will be giving me an applause by the time I'm done, but I'm gonna murder this.
"So... You're probably wondering why I brought you all here today." I nervously said. I quickly realized how awkward that was to say, considering I'm not the reason I brought all these mortals here. I'm already messing up... Get a hold of yourself, Mitch! I cleared my throat. "So, serial killers. A topic many of us love. I'm sure many of you have a favorite serial killer yourselves. I personally admired the works of Jeffery Dahmer, Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy, Jack The Ripper..." I stopped myself when I realized I sounded off to them. These individuals don't think like I do, so I sound crazy to them. I'm messing this up so bad... I cocked my head then adjusted my tie, followed by an awkward chuckle. "Moving along..." I nervously said with sweat dripping from my forehead.
"We all know about the mysterious serial killer that's been murdering in this state for years I think it's time I finally shed some light on the case.." I said, followed by me giving a presentation about the serial killer, going into great detail about his murders. "We don't who he is, what he looks like, what he sounds like, etc. He's totally anonymous." I said with a pause. Well, not anymore." I revealed. I stared into the crowd with bulging eyes. They looked a squeamish. I can tell they aren't ready for the truth. I clicked on the remote, which brought up the next page on the screen. It was a map of the town with red markers over various locations. "This is where the rest of his 'victims' remain. But can you really call them victims if they were asking for it? If you looked to be murdered then you should be murdered, right?" I awkwardly questioned. I was sweating like crazy. I could see bodies in the crowd leaning over to one another and talking. They're getting uncomfortable, more so than me.
"I think I've dragged these 20 minutes on long enough. I'm Med Mitchell, and I killed those 89 women." the crowd was silent, with only a few audible gasps. "Today I'm retiring from serial killing." I continued. "Get him off the stage!" I heard the stage guy call out. I faced the crowd and nodded. "Thank you for coming." I thanked the flesh before walking off stage and heading out the exit. I got in my car and drove off before the cops could arrest me.
I hope they don't arrest me, because I'm a new man. I disavow of my murderous past and I want to start a rehab for people addicted to murder.
==Ending Hate==
"You honestly thought I'd hand the presidency over to you?" Chinwill Thyrum said to Jacksen Sait. "You signed the contract! You agreed to it!" Jacksen cried. "The fact that you thought that just shows how inferior to us you really are." Thyrum insulted. 
After a series of violent discrimination against a race in the town of Kwenville, Jacksen has made it his life's mission to start a political movement to end hatred and discrimination of his kind. He met Thyrum at a bar in another state and told him his idea of having someone cover for him in public appearances while he worked behind the scenes to get changes done in office if he were to win an election in Kwenville. Thyrum agreed and signed a contract between him and Jacksen. After performing a ruse campaign, Jacksen won the election through his coverman, Mr. Thyrum. This confrontation is the aftermath.
"You'll be taken to the gulags like the rest of them." Thyrum threatened while pointing a gun at Jacksen, his hands raised and sweat pouring down his face. "You're a bastard." Jacksen cursed. "Oh please. You're the bastard for even existing. You no good scum had to come here and try to invade us like rats, carrying diseases and low-intelligence. Your days are numbered, ninmroid." Thyrum disgraced, not even addressing Jacksen by his name, implying he doesn't even find him to be human. "No, your kind disgusts me. Not by appearance, but by thought. Why you would judge anyone for anything not to do with their character is despicable, Mr. Thyrum." Jacksen vigorously expressed, hands still in the air. "Your words are like pellets -- they don't pierce the skin of any man. Now, how about I push you out to the balcony and show everyone and town what a devious little nim you are." Thyrum menaced with a grin, pistol still locked onto Jacksen.
"Mr. Thyrum, I don't want it to come down to this!" Jacksen exclaimed with great distress. Mr. Thyrum chuckled. "Say your prayers." Thyrum said while approaching Jacksen slowly. He motioned him to walk to the balcony area and reveal himself to the crowd. Jacksen swallowed hard and proceeded forward. He turned around before opening the door. "May I please have a final word? Man to man?" Jacksen asked of Thyrum. "Man to lesser-man you mean. Your words are nothing, but I'll spare you a few seconds." Thyrum allowed. Jacksen took a deep sigh of stress. "Mr. Thyrum... I'm sorry you'll never become a better man." Jacksen said before pulling out a pistol of his own and shooting Mr. Thyrum dead in the heart. Thyrum instinctively pulled the trigger as well and a bullet zoomed by Jacksen, barely graving him. Jacksen panted heavily, knowing he killed a man. But he had to do it for his own safety, and most importantly, his own kind.
Jacksen is legally the president of Kwenville. But he knows if he reveals himself, the mob will try to overthrow him. So he may need a new, more trustworthy coverman. But he fears riots and violent protests will happen no matter what, as his policies will seek to end discrimination and violence against his kind. Jacksen will live and die by his words and ideas. And whatever happens to him, he'll be glad to be a part of history and become a beacon of hope.
==My Redemption==
My name is José Francisco and I'm ready to put my days of crime-ridden life behind me. Currently, I'm in a dangerous South American gang called "The M-16s", the 'M' standing for "mean", it's also the name of a gun. We're pretty brutal to say the least. Theft, robbery, murder, we do it all. I've unfortunately participated in many of these crimes myself.
One memory I'll never forget was when Cholo was in the back of the bank trying to get all the money while I had a pistol pointed at three hostages. I never intended to kill anyone that day, but when Cholo got done and ran out, he bumped into me and I shot one of the hostages in the head by mistake. I shouldn't have had my finger on the trigger. I don't know why I did. But that's never left me. I took someone's life that day and I can't forgive myself for it.
I was young, dumb, and looking for trouble. And somehow I got caught up in this gang. I thought it was exciting at first. But when they forced me to leave my family, that's when I began to have second thoughts about this whole thing. They threatened to murder them all. So for their safety I left them behind. I was troubled kid, so me and my family got into it a lot. But I still loved them, no matter how bad things got. I put up with that burden for years, but now I can't take it anymore. It's time for me to put this life of crime behind me and get back to my family and just live a normal life like everyone else. But I know the M-16 gang won't let me. Once you get that tattoo of their symbol across the chest, you are part of their "brand" for life. The ink seeps into your blood and that's who you are forever. They won't let you leave it.
But I will leave it. No more will I take from people; their money, belongings, and lives. And there's nothing the boss Big Chala can do about it. I wasn't cut out for this in the long run. I've learned a lot over these past few years and know this is not the life I want. So I would like to thank God, my parents, my cousins, and former good friend Carlos for the opportunities they've given me. I'm sorry they ended up taking your lives even after I promised to them I would leave you guys behind. But I'm not anymore. I know you're all home -- in Heaven. Mama, papa, I'm coming home. This is my path to redemption.
Love, José
==Doctor Risk==
"Here, $30,000." I said as I gave the drug dealer the cash. He stared at the money in his hands. He then looked back up to me and nodded. "The cure is your wish." he said before handing me the antidote. "Thank you." I said before running back to my car and driving off.
My name is Dr. Andrew Carmack and something very amazing will happen when I get back to the hospital. We have a patient that's been infected with a horrible virus that has no cure. Until now, because I just got the cure. After hundreds of hours of research I have discovered this highly illegal substance is the cure for it. Once the patient is cured, I could be hailed as a hero and granted millions of dollars. I've been planning to get the drug for over a year now, so this is no joke. The patient is in critical condition and is on the verge of death so I must hurry, and FAST.
Alright, looks like my exit is coming up. I have been driving on the interstate for over an hour. My heart is beating out of my chest. I have to deliver this antidote before it's too late, otherwise I'm shit out of luck. Ridiculous amounts of rain poured from the sky as I went over 80 MPH. Of course this has to happen on a stormy day. My arms was covered in pulsating veins. I never seen myself like this. I'm a nervous wreck. But things got worse once hail began raining from the sky. "Shit!" I cursed as I swerved the car away from narrowly hitting another vehicle. Either patient dies before I get there or I do. I must stay vigilant.
After 40 minutes of nerve-racking driving through a severe storm with intense winds and hail, I finally pulled in the hospital parking lot. I put on my doctor's coat and put the cure in my pocket. I took a deep breath then rushed into the hospital. My mind began racing with horrid thoughts as I waited for the elevator to take me to floor 13. I kept having visions on the patient dying a horrible death and me being sent off to prison for this illegal substance. No turning back now. The elevator doors slid open and I sprinted my way to the room. The room where the dying patient lied. I tried opening the door but it was locked. I didn't have the key so I tried busting in, until a hand was put on my shoulder.
"Dr. Carmack, what's gotten into you? We haven't seen you in over a week... And you look like you just got done running laps in Hell!" my colleague Dr. Redman said to me. I stared at him with bloodshot eyes and an unkept grey beard. "The patient! Let me in!" I blurted out. "Doctor, the patient..." Dr. Redman said with a pause. At that moment I knew I was too late. The patient was dead. "Doctor, the patient has made a full recovery. We managed to pull of a miracle and save him at the last second. His illness is no more!" Dr. Redman shockingly revealed. I put my back against the door and slowly fell to the floor. "Are you okay doctor?" Redman asked. I didn't answer. I pulled out a syringe and filled it with the antidote. I then injected it into one of my pulsating arm veins.
Dr. Andrew Carmack passed away on Monday, October 26 at 8:38 PM due to lethal injection. Little did he know, the "full recovery" was a misdiagnosis and the patient would die 24 hours later. Had he had shown more restraint during his mental breakdown, he could've saved the patient.
==Serial Rehab==
After spending a year in jail and attending a crucial court hearing, I was acquitted of all charges and am now a free man. I was able to convince the humans I was no longer a threat -- a changed man. I am I am. And thanks to the generous efforts of kind humans, I was able to raise enough money from a fundraiser to build my rehab meant for serial killers. Today is out first meeting, and we have six victims of serial killing thoughts. Today they share their stories.
There were seven chairs. My chair was in the middle, while the others were in front of me. 'Good evening everyone, I am Med Mitchell. You may have already known what I've done -- killing those 89 women. But I'm changed. Man in the middle, you go first." I said. The man sitting in the middle chair wore an orange shirt and had dark blonde curly hair. "I'm Ed Slashaway, and I murdered my friends and family. Why did I do it? I don't know. But I can't stop." Ed said, sitting completely still. The rest of the group looked emotionless as well. You could tell these people mentally broken, as am I. That's why I am here to help them.
"I can relate to that, Ed. I had the same problem. I just couldn't stop killing humans. I loved the thrill of it. Do you experience euphoria when murdering a victim?" I asked. Ed darted his blue eyes from the floor then back to my face. "No. I don't feel anything when I kill. I just do it because I have to." "And why do you have to?" "I don't know. I just do." Ed ominously stated. Rehabilitating these people is gonna be more challenging than I thought. "Well, Ed, you are making progress. You've already passed the first step: admitting you are powerless to your addiction. The next step is believing a higher power can help you." "I don't believe in a higher power. Life is meaningless." Ed admitted.
"Why believe something so nihilistic?" I asked. "Because I know the secrets of the universe. Face it, Med, you're not gonna convince anyone to stop. It's too late. I've already been greatly inspired by your murders. You should be smarter than this. You fell into my trap" Ed babbled. "You are making me very nervous, Ed. I think it's time we call off this group meeting and call the authorities, because you are clearly--" I was interrupted when Ed lunged at me with a pair of scissors . The rest of the group didn't stop him. They sat in silence as they watched Ed drive the scissors deep into my neck.
"We are Ed. We are legion." Ed proclaimed while standing over my dead body, holding hands with the rest of the group, forming a circle around me. You can't rehabilitate evil.
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