This is another story for my sister @sgkirby 's thing. Hope you all--who read it--like it c:
Remember though, I am not a writer. And I am actually horrible with trying to come up with stories. Just letting you all know (:
I'm also trying this one from the omniscient prospective... I think that's what you'd call it. Okay, so.
I also apologize for it being so long, I wrote it on the WordPad thing on my computer, so I kind of forgot that it will be displayed twice as small.
Here we go.
This is a story of a man--Maxwell Edison. Growing up, Maxwell always had a strange fascination with tools. He loved how you could take one thing, beautiful and delicate, and destroy it beyond the point of repair. What starting this odd obsession, was his father, Peter Edison. Peter was always an angry man, who was addicted to power. He needed it like it was a drug. And, to show his son that he was the master, he hit him, repeatedly. As Maxwell grew older, around ten, he had had enough. He went out to his fathers shed to wait for him to come home. He found a brilliant silver hammer. This silver hammer, is to be Maxwell's escape. It was hypnotic, the feeling of having power over someone else entranced him. He absolutely loved it. And he made his drunken father aware of it that night. He told his mother that daddy left. That he told him to let her know that he was never coming back. And we wasn't going to, for his body was off beneath a nearby soccer field. Pretty intense for a ten year old, you say? Well, yes. It is indeed. But, some things just start early.
Now, Maxwell is studying to be a doctor in a college far from his past life. He left his house back home, when his mother suddenly "disappeared." He claimed to be so shaken about it that he couldn't even see the house anymore. Which took him off of the police's suspect list for his mothers disappearance. One day, a new girl came into his class. Maxwell, never one to be shy, walked straight up to her and asked her her name. "Joan," she said. It was obvious to everyone that she was quite taken by him. And he was determined to have her. "Joan," he said one afternoon after their last class of the day, "would you, maybe, like to go out to the movies with me this evening?" Well, Joan was ecstatic. She said yes.
As he was getting ready for his date that night, Maxwell saw a shimmer from the corner of his eye. It was his little silver hammer. Why, he hadn't thought of that for months. And, somehow, he missed the feeling of power. He started to crave it again. He needed to quench the thirst he had. And he had the perfect idea.
Maxwell, absolutely overjoyed that he had a new victim, starting to drive to Joan's house. As he pulled into the driveway, she looked out of her window, so beautiful and... delicate. The very thing he loved destroying the most, beautiful and delicate, and entirely unsuspecting. He lept right up her stairs, the feeling of adrenaline pulsating through his body, with the thought of a new kill. She was putting in her earings as she opened the door for him. She figured he was just as excited about their date as she was. "Hi Maxwell," she said, her cheeks cherry red against her dark blonde hair and her bright hazel eyes, "please, come in. I'm just finishing up getting ready, I won't take too long." As she went back into her room, Maxwell sat on the couch in her living room, and took out his prized little silver hammer. She had no idea! He figured he should do this quickly, before she came back out to him. So, he krept up behind her, chuckled one menacing chuckle, and started to beat her. Her screams of pain and agonizing torture just set his eyes blazing with the pure joy he was having. As he was killing this poor, innocent girl in front of him, he had a strange flashback. Sort of like deja vu.
He was eleven. It was a year after he killed his father. Maxwell took his little silver hammer around with him everywhere. Even to school. Which is where this flashback takes place. It was his last class for the day, and he was being a little rebel as always; not listening to the teacher when she asked him to please, simmer down. So, she told him to stay after class. As a punishment, he was to write over and over on the board "I must not..." fifty times. Each time, saying the things he has done that was not aloud, or was unacceptable in her classroom. He was so angry, that he walked straight up to her when she was turned around and starting beating her on the head with his little silver hammer. Just as he was doing to Joan now. After he was sure she was dead, he walked into her bathroom, and removed any evidence. He broke a few windows and dumped the contents of her jewelery box onto the floor, to make it look like a robbery. He washed down anything that might have had his fingerprints on it. And with that, he was gone.
As he was driving home, utterly content, pride filling his body, he heard sirens. Surly, they weren't for him. Nobody saw. But the curtain in her room had been opened... What if someone was watching, and called the police? As the thoughts ran through his head, a police car came up behind him, lights and sirens blaring. "Move over," said the cop, into his little microphone. Maxwell figured they would think he had something to hide if he started to drive even faster, and run off into the dark blanket of woods a few miles up the road. So he pulled over, put on his innocent face - which he was frighteningly good at - and waited for the police officer to come to his window. "Do mind getting out of the car please sir, there's been a robbery and murder a few streets down, and a witness told us that the person who came out of the house, got into a car like yours, so, if you don't mind," said the police man. "Of course, officer," Maxwell said in his most innocent tone. As the officer checked his car, he remembered that he had his hammer laying right on the back seat. He cleaned it, but surly it would be a questionable thing to have in his car. And what if he didn't get all of the blood off? He was in a rush to get out of the house, maybe it wasn't entirely clean. "John," said the police man searching his car, "I think we've caught a dirty one." Without question, the officers brought him to the police station, hammer on the dashboard.
A few days later, in court, as the judge was about to tell him his fate - which didn't look good, considering the evidence - a few girls from Maxwell's classes yelled from the back of the room "He's innocent! He didn't do it! He must go free!" This set off quite a commotion. And they were removed from the room. Giving Maxwell enough time to get into position for his planned finale. As the judge started to say the word "guilty" Maxwell jumped up, took his silver hammer from the evidence stand and started to beat the judge to death. With screams and yells and gun shots from behind him, Maxwell finished the judge off, and stood up, a brilliant smile on his face. "Go ahead officer, shoot." And that, was the end of Maxwell Edison.
Hope you don't think that sucked! (:
And again, I'm sorry for the length of it :P