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- [ Doing Dunblane ] [ By Joseph ]
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- [Doing Dunblane]
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- He had waited for two weeks for a reply from the Royal House. He had
- sent the letter to the Queen because it was the last resort. No court in the
- country could ever wash off the mark he had gotten as a child abuser. Not
- that he had never touched a kid. He had, but he had never harmed them or
- made any sexual invitations. The kids never noticed it that much because
- they trusted him as their gym teacher. The fact that he was 'one of them
- perverts' was something that he had learned to live with. When he took the
- first photos of a naked kid he felt such an enormous relief. The kid did
- not see him, neither had anyone else on the beach where he took the
- pictures. He developed the photos in his own lab so that the stores
- would not call the police. By now there was about a hundred photos of naked
- kids in his drawers. He did not want to do the kids any harm. It was just
- that his sexual desires were so much stronger than his moral. There was not
- much he could do about it. The psychiatrist he had tried to get in touch
- with did not want to have anything to do with him.
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- When it was obvious that the Royal House would not answer his letter he
- decided to end it all. Ever since he had been a teenager he had always been
- interested in guns and weapons. Now in his forties he had quite an
- impressive collection. He picked out a few pictures of some boys who he had
- in his gym class and masturbated. When he was finished, he felt a strange
- feeling of calmness. The world around him was getting indistinct and he got
- more and more determined. This was it, there was no turning back now. He
- grabbed a semi-automatic rifle and a Berretta. He put them in his gym bag
- and turned off the lights in his house. On the way out he remembered that
- he had forgotten the ammo. He picked it up and left the house. He did not
- care about locking the door. There was no meaning in that. In one hour this
- place would be swarming with cops, he thought. Any burglar in here by that
- time would probably wet his pants.
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- When he arrived at the school he was pleased to see that there was a
- gym class just starting. It was 8.40 a.m. and it was a perfect day to rip
- the city of Dunblane off its virginity. He loaded his rifle and his gun and
- walked into the dressing rooms. It was all quiet. From the other side of
- the wall he could hear the kids laughing and cheering at each other. In
- about ten minutes this place will be cold and dead and you small fuckers
- won't laugh anymore, he mumbled to himself. When he opened the door it was
- like he had been struck on his head with a bat. The sound of all the kids
- screaming and running around felt like knives in his ears. He walked slowly
- into the room and put the rifle against his shoulder. Two kids saw him and
- started to scream. He aimed at them at pulled the trigger.
- It did not take him more than ten minutes to get rid of all the small
- fuckers running around in the room. He walked around and checked all the
- bodies. He used the Berretta on those who still seemed to be alive. No
- one was alive now. He sat down in the middle of it all and looked around.
- There was blood all over. Brains and pieces of children's bones and skulls
- were splattered on the walls around him. He felt pleased.
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- He knew what had to come next but he just wanted to wait for a while. He
- wanted to look at them one last time. He reached out and touched one of the
- kids. It was still warm. Only a few minutes ago this body was running around
- having the time of its life. That kid never knew anything about the man who
- had just shot him.
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- He reloaded his Berretta and closed his eyes. So, this is it, he thought.
- He opened his mouth and put the gun in it. The barrel was still warm and
- hurt his mouth.
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- "So long, and thanks for nothing!"
-
- Blackness.
- written by Joseph <josef@kuai.se>
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