• “What the hell are you doing Finny?”

    And those were his last words. The final words that ever came out of Mark’s mouth. As he lay there bleeding, looking up at the sky, he thought his last thought as well. I wonder what comes next?

    His name was Mark. He had only one goal in life. That was to be evil. He was a master of it, up until his last day on earth. Let us start at the beginning.


    The Beginning

    He was a simple kid. He had grown up like any other kid would. In a small, suburban home, his Mother and Father still were together. He had 2 sisters, both whom he loved.
    14 was the age when some changes started to happen. He was in class one day, studying and listening to kids talk. One conversation had caught his attention. Two kids were discussing the most evil thing they had ever done. He knew what evil was, he just hadn’t ever really thought about it. He waited until Civics and asked his teacher “What the hell is evil?” His teacher had no answer for him.




    He rushed home after school that day, got on the computer, and googled the word Evil. He studied the behavior of evil, the thought patterns, everything. He went to bed, and dreamt about evil. He dreamt of killing some screaming child at a mall, about lining up cops and shooting them one by one, about sending a person through a meat grinder on the slowest speed. And when he woke up, he had an epiphany. He was destined to be evil. It was his only purpose on earth. He could think of no other way to carry out his life.

    Now, you might think of him as a lunatic, but he wasn’t. He was perfectly sane. He finally had a goal in life, and he intended to go through with it.


    Evil

    His first evil deed was simple, and sweet. He had always hated his neighbor’s dog. The damn thing never shut up. All through the night it would keep him awake. So he killed it. But, he didn’t just hit it with a shovel in the head and call it done. No! He had to be pure evil! So he snuck into his neighbor’s back yard, wearing hair net, gloves, and covered himself with Elmer’s Glue. He wanted no trace left behind. He walked up to the barking dog, grabbed in by the collar, and left. The next morning he heard the sweet sultry scream of his neighbors. When they opened the door, the first site they came upon was what was left of their dog. It had been cut open; all its bones had been removed. The dog’s eyes, testicles, and everything inside the dog was laid in a pile on the front porch. The remaining carcass was draped in front of the door by 6 hooks, which were hooked into the wall. He just smiled and watched as his neighbor screamed and cried. He had his first victory.

    He was excited. He was in pure joy! Stop here? Not a chance! He was destined to be the most evil living being to ever walk the earth. Months went by, and so did the evil things. One a month. That was all he would attempt, otherwise his parents might get suspicious. One month, he killed a cat, and bought a deli slicer. After skinning the cat, he cut it up using the slicer, and then sent the meat as a present to the owner of the cat. One more month, he went into a farmer’s yard and killed every last animal on the farm. He then gathered the blood in buckets and rigged up the farmer’s hose so that it would spray the blood.

    Never could he be too careful. He shaved his head, after getting a job, and told his parents he was a skinhead. They were shocked by the sporadic behavior, but accepted it. He washed his clothes once a week, and always burned his clothes after ever act of evil. He started shaving his arms and legs. He showered twice a day, just in case there was any blood on him. He, for the first time in his life, had begun to feel fulfilled.



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