MURDERS AT SCHOOL, a short story by Antoine Molinier and Mathieu Maréchal

Murders at school

            Hello I am somebody but nobody knows my name, even I. When I wrote this story, I was in prison. And in three days, I will be dead because I have been sentenced to death. My story is strange and gloomy but it is true. Don’t forget who you are!!!!

Fifteen years ago I was in a high school called Wildcats. The same high school as the film “High School Musical 1, 2 and 3” with actors Zac Effron and Vanessa Hudgens. I was unknown and normal. I didn’t have friends except my birds, Roro the sparrow. All was calm in the high school except when there were the video cameras during the shooting.

One day somebody was killed and he was in my class. There were no clues and his body was clean and smelt of bleach. It was very strange. So I decided to become a detective to find the murderer. The victim was a geek.

I watched everybody because I didn’t have clues and not any suspects. I continued looking for the murderer(s). I thought that there were two or more killers. One day as I was doing my investigation, I saw that two cleaner men were killing the second geek. I managed to film this scene with my mobile phone and they didn’t see me. So I decided to tell the principal all I knew. But he didn’t believe me. I was angry.

Suddenly I had an idea. I had to kill the two cleaner men if I didn’t want another person to die. But I didn’t know how I could do that. Suddenly the vice-principal gave me money to kill them. I knew that she wanted to take the place of the principal.

I discovered my technique to kill in the canteen. I was eating when I saw my fork. I thought that it was the only way not to be discovered by the police, detective and people. I had to kill my victims where there were no people and no video cameras.

            I was normal, not different from the others. And I had the impression that I had already killed somebody in the past. It was strange but no scary. I held my fork in my hand and I headed towards my first target, Raymond because I decided to kill many people. One of the two cleaner men was in the cafeteria; he washed the sol with a strange which I didn’t know the name. There were no people, just him and me. So I planted my fork in his neck and I wrote on his body, with his blood, “It’s doing anything that anyone is”. I didn’t know why I wrote this but it was may be my signature. Roro had watched if somebody came. Fortunately nobody came so I hid the body of the cleaner man. I put it in the dustbin of the high school and I left.

            The day after I had to kill the second cleaner man, Vikash. It was more difficult to kill him because he was always with many people. I watched him. During the meal I went to kill him in the canteen. He struggled but I managed to plant my fork in his neck. He was dead and I wrote my signature on his body like the first victim. Unfortunately Donovan, somebody who didn’t know me, saw me. He ran but Roro stopped him and ate his tongue and pierced his eyes with his beak. He was dumb and blind.

            At that instant I realized that I liked killing people who did something bad. So I thought when I saw somebody who did something bad I’d kill him, I didn’t know if Roro wanted too, but I knew that he liked eating human tongues and pierced the eyes so I concluded he liked it. Another day the vice-principal told me that a pupil who had bad marks must be killed because he was disruptive in class. Of course he gave me little money for this action.

            The vice-principal decided to grant me a special murder for me but I had conditions. I would to be anonymous, I told her that she had to burn all about me and I was paid. The special murder was the murder of the principal so that she could take his post. I did this murder with my fork and the new director realized my conditions for the murder.

            After that, I changed my name. My name was Dede the Fork. I took that name not to be recognized if I was captured by the police. My life, between the age 15 and today, was not interesting. I killed many important people but it was less exciting than the first murders. I was well-paid because my job was difficult. I had to kill without being spotted. Fortunately Roro was with me because thanks to him many witnesses couldn’t say that it was me who killed somebody. The victims couldn’t write because they are blind so when they wrote we didn’t understand what they wrote.

            One day Roro died, he was too old and the human food didn’t help him. It was the only time my life that I cried. For a moment, I stopped my job because I missed Roro.

            I was sad and proud because nobody discovered me. Anybody knew who the murderer was. One day there were people who set up video cameras in the high school and the new vice director looked for pupils who could be detectives. The person who would discover the murderer would earn much money and would win an important diploma. So I was in danger. I had to be more discrete and make my future victims believe that they were safe. Moreover I didn’t have a new victim so I waited a new contract and looked for a new victim.

            For me, the worst day was when Roro my best friend, my protector died. I was very sad and fortunately I did this break. I had to take a new watcher but nobody, nothing could replace Roro because nothing, nobody was Roro. I didn’t find a new “Roro” when I had a new contract.

            The victim was a new pupil; I believe that he was the son of a VIP (Very Important Person). He was not difficult to kill so I did my work.

            It was in the middle of the year, in December, just before Christmas.  Ten men in black entered the high school and one of them screamed and pointed at me. So I ran and I knew that these men came from the CIA for me I was in danger. I had to escape because I didn’t want to go to prison and I knew that I would die. Suddenly I found a hiding place and I stayed here during a moment. But somebody caught me and knocked me down.

            When I woke up, I was sitting and a policeman was interrogating me. The police knew that I was the murderer. There had been a witness. I had done my worst mistake. I had forgotten that Roro couldn’t watch.

After

I will be dead

                                                                       THE END

                        A short story by Antoine MOLINIER  and Mathieu MARECHAL