They Will Call Him A Monster.

They will call him a monster. They will say he was the spawn of Satan. They will curse his name, and his family will be run out of town. They will say the parents were bad and it’s their fault that this happened. They will call them the mother and father of a monster. They will forget one simple truth. The Monster was once a Boy.

On a Tuesday morning, just like every other, a boy who would forever be known as The Monster will walk into a school building. The Innocent will walk to their lockers and meet up with friends. The Innocent will laugh unaware that a monster lurks in their presence. They will groan over unfinished homework, they will tease the band geeks; they will humiliate someone as the rest of them stand idly by as if nothing were happening… or worse. They will join in.

All of this is happening as the Monster reached into his pocket and then time froze. Was it the ability of the Monster? No. The Monster possessed no such ability but as he pulled the gun out. He raised the gun and for a moment The Innocents didn’t see it. The Monster felt the triggers resistance and for a second it was unmovable. Then the Monster saw Innocent Jimmy.

Innocent Jimmy had once been the Monsters friend. Somehow they had drifted. Innocent Jimmy had become the quarter back for the school’s football team. He got the girl the Monster had fantasized a thousand times. Innocent Jimmy never lifted a finger to harm the boy who would become a Monster… but then again he never stopped it either.

The trigger yielded… but by only a sliver.

The Monster noticed another Innocent. Chad. He was a large kid, but no one ever called him out on it… at least not without receiving a broken nose. The Boy had tried to fight back and learned this the hard way. To this day anytime the Monster sees someone get punched in the face his nose itched.

The trigger’s resistance was weakening.

Innocent Sarah was standing next to Innocent Chad. They had been dating for a few weeks now, a record for both of them really. Of course neither of them realized the other was cheating on them. The Monster, when he was just a boy, was walking through the park on a late Saturday night trying to clear his head when he spotted Sarah making out with another guy. He didn’t care that she was cheating. No, the boy was just going to walk away and pretend it never happened. But Innocent Sarah had noticed the Boy. The next day rumors were flying about how the Boy had groped her. The Monster within him roared out… but the boy simply accepted the shoves into the locker and the shouts of ‘pervert.’ Who would believe a Pervert?

When the Boy had caught Innocent Chad cheating on Innocent Sarah… Chad simply beat the crap out of him.

Then he saw the rest of the Innocent standing before him and images of the abuse he had endured since elementary school flooded his mind and everything became clear.

The resistance had failed…

After the gunshot rang out, echoing off the lockers, there was a moment of silence and then all hell broke loose. The Innocents were running and screaming. They pushed and they shoved their way to freedom. A girl he did not know fell to the ground and a guy in a letterman jacket, a basketball player maybe, trampled over her.

Innocent Chad’s white shirt darkened with blood and he had a queer look on his face before he fell to the ground. The Monster roared in triumph as it was fully born and the Boy he once was gone forever.

The Monster aimed once more and pulled the trigger once… then twice… and then a third time.

Innocent Sarah was nicked in the shoulder, her white blouse darkening with blood. She slumped to the floor, not a foot away from her “beloved” boyfriend.
Innocent Jimmy was hit in the leg, his white shorts now stained with blood. He tried to limp to safety but he tripped over the poor girl who was now crying.

Innocent Mr. Shields was the fourth person shot right in the chest and through his white tie.

Innocent Mr. Shields was lenient on the jocks who won glory for the school for making a ball go into a round hoop, the ones who wrestled, and the ones who scored touchdowns. A broken nose was just a simple slap. A slap was just a tap. He was deaf and blind to the rest. When he caught them bullying others he simply said ‘boys will be boys’ and when a student went to him for help… the Innocent Mr. Shields would tell them politely that he will handle it… but nothing was ever done.

The Monster no longer cared where he aimed and shot randomly. The hall was empty now except for the Innocents he shot, and the poor girl now trying to crawl away. Still he shot his gun until he heard a click. He dropped the gun and fell to the floor. Innocent Chad’s blood had pooled out towards him, but he didn’t care as he kneeled in the blood. His shorts were black, the color of the Monster.

They will call him a Monster. They will say he was the spawn of Satan and they will curse his name. His parents will be blamed for not raising him right and they will be forced to leave town.

No one will remember that this Monster was just a Boy. They will not remember that he was a straight A student. They will not remember he was amazing at Chess. That he fell in love with a girl named Brooke who loved him back. They will forget that every Sunday he went to Church. They will not remember that he had hopes and dreams like everyone else.

People will call him a Monster and the victims Innocent. But only a Monster can create another Monster.

I just re-read this and loved it even more than the first time. Is it cool if I perform this for my oral interpretation class?

Fine. Don't come online ever.

But I just finished reciting this anyway.

Hannah_Banana222 wrote:Fine. Don't come online ever.

But I just finished reciting this anyway.

I would come on if I could.

As long as you don't claim authorship of the piece I don't care if you recite any of my stuff.

So... how did it go?

I know, I know!

Pretty good. I was told it was "powerful," but I think that has more to do with your writing than my speaking...

Oh don't sell yourself short. I am sure you played an important part in them calling it powerful.