Little Boy Tom
Thomas was not your average child, in fact, he was far from it.
He was incredibly bizarre, he acted unusually.
While most kids his age would be playing with toy trucks or action figures, he could be found killing small to medium sized animals and sometimes even people too.
His parents were horrified by him, they thought he was a demon due to his odd behaviour. Though, I believe that this odd behaviour of his makes him seem more angelic than demonic; but then again, I am rather biased, considering I myself am an angel.
It was not just his parents that feared him, but his entire neighbourhood. Why, every human who had ever interacted with him was afraid of the boy. It still seems to be the case nowadays, though he is no longer a boy, but a grown man.
Now, you may be wondering why I am telling you all of this.
I have a story I wish to recount; a story of my good friend, Thomas. He would rather I not make this information public, however since he has threatened to reveal a secret of mine, I shall reveal one of his. Consider this "blackmail" as you would call it, Thomas, should you ever find yourself reading this. Apologies for this tangent, I am not the best at writing down my thoughts, which are few and far between. I am also not the most technologically experienced individual, whereas Thomas has built his entire career around technology. I both envy and pity you, Thomas.
Now, on to the story I promised you. And before we proceed, I would like to give you all a warning that the events I am about to describe to you are rather graphic in nature. Reader discretion is advised, though I assume you had gathered that from my opening statement.
Well, this particular tale occurred in the year nineteen eighty seven, when Thomas was just eleven years of age.
You see, he never got along with other children. Of course, this was mostly because everyone feared him, though also partly due to his lack of social skills.
In his youth, Thomas was what you humans would refer to as a "nerd", though I consider that language to be derogatory and degrading. He was constantly antagonised by peers due to his superior intellect and his strange mannerisms, pushing him further and further towards his breaking point each day.
He never enjoyed this torment, I could understand why. From his descriptions, it seemed traumatic and incredibly dehumanising, though it does not seem to bother him anymore.
On one particular day, Thomas had finally reached his breaking point. He was fed up with the way he was treated, so he decided to enact revenge. Not much thought was given to this decision, as most of the time he was attempting to hold himself back from the violent outbursts which came to him just as naturally as the ability to walk would come to an infant in its early stages of life.
Early in the morning, hours before his school had even opened, he took a small few of his father's tools from his home workspace, or "garage" if you will, and tucked them neatly into his rucksack before getting ready for his day at school, which he knew would not be long given the actions he was about to perform.
When his mother packed his lunch as per usual on school days, she took notice of the tools but did not question it out of pure fear that her own spawn would slaughter her if ever she spoke up against him. His father was upset that some of his tools were missing, though chose not to discipline his child accordingly.
Upon his arrival at the schoolyard, he scouted about for his assailants, eagerly planning his actions.
The rambunctious chattering of the students around him made it rather difficult for him to concentrate on his task, though eventually Thomas would find who he was looking for: a pack of young boys his age. He cannot tell me the names of all of them or how many there were, as this instance was the first of many similar incidents that have all seemed to merge together in his abstract mind.
Thomas decided that he would start from the weakest of the group, a scrawny thing who he knew would not stand a chance against him. He thought to use the same technique he had used just six years prior on a dog as it didn't require he use the tools he was saving for the group's strongest boy.
To start off with, Thomas slammed the boy against the concrete ground with enough force that he was sure he heard the crack of the boy's skull breaking upon impact. The boy, however, was still alive, but Thomas was expecting that outcome. He then knelt on the injured boy, his knee on the boy's chest. Thomas balled his hands into fists and pounded them into the boy's face, causing blood to spew out of his mouth and nose. A few more hits and the boy's face was now a bloody and disfigured mess. Then, Thomas stood up and stomped on the boy's head several times before moving on to his chest. He kept going until the boy was dead, "as dead as a door nail" were the exact words Thomas had used when he told me of this incident.
Next he took out a somewhat stronger but also rather weak boy who was just slightly above the previous boy in the group's hierarchy.
This time, Thomas took a slightly more violent approach. He reached for this boy's jugular and tore it out without a second thought. Eyes were gouged out. Skull broken once again.
You get the idea, do you not?
Each kill Thomas performed grew more and more violent, and they all eventually became a blur in his memory.
He did manage to massacre all of those boys who wronged him, using his father's tools for the stronger ones.
Someone watching had called one of the teachers out of concern as a child brutally executing his fellow students was not something that would usually happen.
Humans typically consider murder to be illegal, yet the killing of death row inmates is a regular occurrence in their society. It is utterly bizarre to think that humans have such double standards; I do not understand these creatures at all.
Thomas, out of self defence from what I can gather, attacked the teacher, though I do not believe he had killed her. It seems as the though she was, however, horribly traumatised by the event and most likely placed under witness protection.
Thomas's parents had to remove him from that school and relocate to another town where they could start a new life. This ended a failure, as a similar event occurred there as well.
He enjoyed every single moment. He considers this incident one of the few highlights of his pitiful childhood. I am rather proud of him, he is somewhat of a son to me though I doubt he views me as a father figure.
Once again, I apologise for my ramblings. I am very passionate about my friendship with Thomas, despite the fact I have chosen to blackmail him, so this tale may have been a bit of a mess. He is just about the only human who is not at all confusing, which is just another reason I relate so much with him.
Written by B1zarr3vel
Content is available under CC BY-SA
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