Little Pest

People always complain about millennials like we’re the bane of this world, but let me reassure you. Me being in my mid-twenties; I am financially well off and responsible thanks to my efforts, I can run the household and deal with problems like an adult. Yeah, sure, my temper gets the better of me, but I’ve never tried to beat anyone senseless, unprovoked let alone shoot up a school.

The generation that came after us is definitely more unhinged, and not in an angsty, teen rebellious kind of way. Nah, the younger kids are really messed up lately. You can blame all the politics and the video game violence in the world, but that’s bull crap if you ask me. Teach your kids not to be actual monsters, tell them video games and action movies are a good way to let out that anger, don’t let them bottle it up, because when they do when we do bottle up… Everything goes wrong, mad wrong.

Anyway, I’m kind of rambling here, so a few days ago, I was walking my dog, and it was getting kind of dark so I took a turn home. Now, there’s this little grass patch about a hundred and fifty yards away from my flat. As I am passing through this little patch of grass, I notice someone all curled up in a fetal position on it. All twisting and twitching with their back to me.

My dog, she didn’t seem to be alarmed by the sight, but I was kind of baffled, so I approached the person and when I was at arm’s length, I noticed there’s a massive red spot on the person’s white hoodie. The sight of red worried me, and being a decent person, I crouched down and tapped the person on the back.

“Hey, are you alright?” I asked as my heartbeat rose steadily while my dog was rolling in the grass as if nothing had happened.

A teenage lad turned to face me.

And by all that is sacred in this world, that face, that fucking face made me jump three feet backward.

I didn’t expect this…

I thought he might be wounded, or something, but I was sure his torso was messed up.

Instead, I was greeted by a chap who had about two-thirds of his face torn off; his facial muscles were gleefully hanging on his skull for the whole world to see.

“Holy fuck!” I screamed out as the kid turned to me.

“Yeah… all’s good…” The kid responded to me with a shaking tone in his voice.

“Y… y… your face…” I mumbled due to the sheer surprise.

My dog ran towards him and began licking his face.

“D… on’t…” I called out to her.

“It’s just makeup, man, don’t worry.” The kid reassured me, still visibly shaking.

A wave of relief washed over me had this been the real deal, I doubt this kid could maintain his consciousness. I can’t even imagine just how awful it feels to have one’s face peeled off like that.

“Is she adopted or?” The kid asked me.

“Yeah, she is, got her from the shelter,” I responded, thinking it was odd that he had asked me this question at a moment like this.

“That’s good, people don’t seem to realize just how many animals are looking for a warm home… y’know…” The kid remarked.

“Hah yeah…” I responded, trying my best to hide my discomfort with him. The kid, he seemed way off to me but not odd enough to alarm my dog. Usually, she barks at people who are the wrong type of wrong in the head. I don’t know if she’s a psychopath detector or something, Jess knows who is a real bad guy and she doesn’t like them.

Anyway, with the kid still shaking, as if he’d been through a tornado and now visibly trying to catch his breath, I asked him again, “Are you sure you are alright?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah… I’m good, man, thanks, just excited…” He responded, faking a smile on his obviously worried face.

“What, about some early Halloween party?” I joked.

“Nah…” he said as he looked around, as if trying to detect something or someone, “I don’t think I should talk about it, man,” he continued.

I leaned in close, “I’ve got friends in dark places, if you need help with something, I could help ya, buddy.” I was lying, I just wanted to know what this kid had gotten himself into, clearly, something wasn’t quite right with him. I do have a buddy that works in the local PD, so there’s that.

“Uhhh… I don’t… don’t… don’t…” He stuttered.

“Listen, pal, I live there.” I pointed at my place, “and I’m alone at the moment, so you know if you need help; of any kind, I can try to help you.” I extended my arm towards him, and he took it.

“Al… right… I guess,” he muttered as I pulled him up back to his feet.

“Could you take that makeup thing off, it’s bloody disturbing!” I remarked as we made our way to my place.

It was clear as day that this kid couldn’t do anything to me; he was too shaky to walk straight, and his grip was outright pathetic. Armed with that I took him home, initially, there was no intention of doing anything to him, just wanted to make sure he can get home safely.

He tore off his prosthetic skin with a pained yelp as we stood at my doorway and toss it in the trash bin. Seemed like a decent kid. I was curious to find out what had happened to him.

And with that, I sat him down in my kitchen and made him some coffee, he wouldn’t stop shaking and his voice wouldn’t stop quivering. I was sure something was really wrong with the kid and he kept on reassuring me everything was fine.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah…”

“Want me to call your parents or something?”

There was somewhat of a pause when I said that, his gaze, it went kind of blurry and his eyes welled up a little.

“No… don’t… the last thing I need is him around…”

“Him?” I asked.

“My sperm donor… fucking hate him…”

“Tough father?” I pressed on.

“Father… I wish… he’s just an asshole who likes to beat up those who are weaker than him. Fucking hate him… Let’s… Let’s not talk about him…” He retorted with some sting in his still quivering tone.

“Oh…” I responded with pity, “So, what happened to you if you’re finally okay with letting me know?” I pressed the issue.

“Oh… I gave the cunts at school what they deserved…” I could almost hear the pride in his voice. A knot formed in my stomach as I began noticing the genuine smile forming on his face.

“What do you mean?” I asked, slowly feeling myself lose my cool.

“Well, you see, they, all these bastards; they thought they’ve power because they have a bit more cash than me. They thought they could pick on me and abuse my friend and me. They made my friend to attempt suicide and I showed them just how weak they in response.” He said, with an almost menacing grin on his face.

“What, did you beat them all up?” I inquired as I sat down across from him.

“Pff, no. I am not my father. I taught them a real lesson,” the kid said, pulling out a bloodied knife from his pocket and placing it on my table.

“Oh… damn…” I noted.

I didn’t like where this would go, but I had to make sure the kid would stay put until I could get a hold of my friend in the PD. Suddenly this kid seemed like could shoot up a school, I needed to make sure he doesn’t get off the hook.

“With this, but also with his gun.” The kid continued.

“His gun?” I asked.

“Sperm donors… it was useless just like him, got a few of those fuckers and then it ran out of bullets.” He said before further declaring, “He’d throw in a few good punches, and then get gassed out and everything that came after the few first ones wouldn’t even hurt that much. Sometimes I wish I could just repay him the favor, but I can’t bring myself to… I can’t do it, no matter how many opportunities I’ve had I can’t hurt the guy. You know what, though; I bet mom had to squeeze him out herself to get me… hah…”

That made me feel uncomfortable. The kid had something wrong with him, at least, he tried to convey that. I noticed that he kind of cringed a bit at his own statement there.

“You didn’t mention your mom before, why doesn’t sh…”

He cut me off right there, “She doesn’t… know… or care… or I don’t even know, man, she’s a junky… she’s hooked on that shit... I… I don’t wanna talk about it…” His real personality finally shone through; he seemed like a hurt little kid who went a little too far. I looked at him, and I was sure he was about to cry on me right then and there. Feigning the need to go piss I grabbed my phone and headed towards the bathroom. Before I went, I had told him I’d like him to tell me what kind of stuff he did to the assholes from his school.

I kind of regret that now, but I had to make sure he doesn’t lose his shit on me. Weakling or not, the kid had one hell of a knife.

So, I went to the bathroom, called my cop buddy and told him to be at my place with a team, just in case, you know.

I went back to the kitchen, and I asked him to tell me everything he’s done. Turns out he went quite ballistic on whoever these kids were, completely mad. If he hadn’t been so shaken up by what he had done. I would’ve thought he was completely off the rails but turned out he was a shit ton of pain killers when he started bashing the living hell out of his schoolmates. So, there’s that.

Gotta say, he has a decent internal build, he must’ve taken a dose you can give a horse without passing out or dying.

Anyway, by the time the cops arrived, he had revealed to me, wholeheartedly, that he went to a party organized by one girl from his class, shot six people, by sheer luck – managed to turn the electricity off, stabbed a few of the guys who beat him up on the regular, apparently.

He mangled those poor kids. I’d spare you the details, but I’m pretty sure he knows what a human gallbladder looks like now if I judging from his description.

He took particular pride in telling me about how he managed to press one of kids’ head against his crotch while stabbing the back of his head repeatedly until brain matter was flying around.

Something gives me the feeling that they mocked his manhood.

Anyway, he sounded almost psychotic by the time he reached the climax of his story.

“So, I grabbed Marissa Horvat, that girl who organized the whole thing, by the arm and threw her down the stairs. She rolled down the stairs like a mannequin. I always thought she looked like one after the seventh grade. Too much makeup… If she was with me… I’d make sure she’d be wearing the right amount…” He was rambling about this girl with a certain stickiness in his tone.

“Shame such a pretty body contained such a shitty personality, doesn’t matter now, though… I have the best version of her in my memory,” he continued. “I dragged her by the hair to the bathroom and shoved her face down the toilet telling her just what a bad girl she is…” It’s like he was getting hard thinking about waterboarding this girl.

“She wouldn’t stop resisting… so I had to bash her face in again the toilet seat…”

I felt sick.

“And then against the wall… I swear, I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t… felt too good to do that this bitch…” He snarled at this point, completely lost in some sort of twisted bliss.

I was holding back not to smash his face in.

“And then I just kicked the pulp that was her head until my knee started hurting.”

I was probably as red as a tomato with anger at this point but I couldn’t let that show. I’m glad he didn’t notice, and I’m glad that I’ve held myself back from tearing his head off for what he said next, “Do you think I should’ve… you know? Cause I just bailed it outta there after I was done with her… I felt in heaven after she stopped moving, man… so I bailed it outta there… I was sure I was done… I was shaking with happiness, man…” His voice trailed into the realm of zero confidence again.

I didn’t care that much though, this kid, he wasn’t some victim, no. He was a brat who overstepped every boundary out there.

“I… I…” I was interrupted, luckily, by the flashing red and blue lights and the sirens of a police car making its way towards my yard.

“Shit…” he screamed and scrambled for his knife. I stood at the other side of the table, smirking at him, knowing all too well that he’ll be caught now no matter what happens.

“You… you… you’re one of them! You’re just like them! You… You… I hate you!” His voice squeaked as he charged toward me with the knife.

Before he could do anything however, he slipped on his own shoelaces and fell face-first on the floor, the knife nearly flew into my face. I narrowly dodged it. I stood there for a few seconds, alternating my gaze between the knife; now stuck in my wall and the kid laying on the floor.

A surge of anger flowed through me suddenly, and I marched towards the kid, I was going to kick the living shit out of him, but stopped myself from doing that when I heard him sobbing.

That’s when the cops came knocking at my door, I told them to come in.

Turns out the kid broke his nose on the fall.

They took the kid into custody. I’m sure you’ll hear about him in a few days on the news. This little pest is a mass murderer…

What this world has come to? I mean, my dog didn't even bother biting the guy, even after his knife nearly killed me!