Disclaimer: I don't own
anything except the story, MbN is not mine. The plot, is though.
Author: Wit Moon
Summary: Jacob is doing a paper on dear Richard and Justin (Richard didn't die, he went to jail like a good little boy instead of trying to kill Cassie).
Warning: rated R to NC-17, may be unsuitable for those under that age. Cutting, murder, sex, drugs, alternate universe, alcohol, and gayness. ** means Flashback
It was another one of those everything-goes-wrong days, and poor Richard just received even worse news. They were making him get a fucking tutor…oh yeah, like he wanted egghead Pendleton to tutor him. This was just his luck. He was, after all, cursed.
“What do you want to start on?” Justin asked.
Richard looked at the other boy as if he’d grown an extra head. They
had agreed to meet at the Bluff, but Richard didn’t want to study right
then…no he wanted to get a buzz.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”
“Alright, fine, if you don’t want to study…what do you want to do?” Justin asked frustrated.
Justin was a dark haired boy who talked quietly but often got
attention, whether bad or good… He didn’t have friends. He couldn’t
relate to others very well and craved human contact, that’s why he
agreed to tutor the popular Haywood boy.
“Now that is more like it. I want to get a rush… Do you have any drugs?
No, wait, on second thought…you wouldn’t, would you?” He paused to look
at Pendleton. “Nope, obviously not.”
Justin grew a bit indignant at that and it made him bold enough to pull
his pocketknife from his pocket and push it into Richard’s hand, “Try
using this. It doesn’t hurt that much.”
Richard shot a look of surprise at Pendleton, then he opened the knife,
chuckling at the absurdity of the ‘smart one’ suggesting this, and held
it against his own skin. He stared at the strange, unidentifiable gleam
in Pendleton’s eyes and pushed it into his skin a bit. They both
watched the blood swell and fall from his wrist, the shallow cut was
anything but life threatening, but the danger was still ever present
and it was exciting to them both.
“You’re real funny, you know that?” Richard asked as he pulled the knife away from his skin.
“Cause you’re supposed to be the smart one; I’m supposed to rely on you
for advice, and here you are telling me to cut myself for a high.”
“If you didn’t want to, you wouldn’t have.”
moved dangerously forward into Justin’s personal space, knife in hand,
and trailed it teasingly across the skin of Justin’s exposed neck,
“Really, is that so?”
Justin, uncaringly, brushed the knife away from his neck, “Yeah. Now what do you want?”
could kill you, kill you right now, and feel nothing. No one would even
care if you died either, cause if they were you…they’d probably kill
themselves. How does that make you feel, you stupid little bitch.”
Richard snapped, angry that he hadn’t seemed to frighten the other boy.
could kill me, but you’d spend the rest of your life in prison. You
touched that knife, they could fingerprint it. Plus my time of death
would probably be around the same time that my parents knew I was to be
tutoring you. Not to mention Loccard’s theory of exchange.”
“What the fuck?”
science. It helps put criminals in jail, and if you killed me…you would
end up there too. You don’t have the discipline to even attempt it, let
alone actually get away with it.”
Richard sneered, “Really. Well, I don’t see you trying to commit murder either, now do I?”
because it is said to be impossible. Too many factors go into a
premeditated murder and any one of those factors going wrong could lead
to death or life in prison.Leopold and Loeb for example.”
“Two teens who believed in a interesting version of Nietzsche’s
teachings decided to commit the perfect murder, but Leopold left
something of his at the body drop site by mistake and it led the police
right to them.”
“They were dumb then. I could do it.” Richard leans over and brazenly says, “We could pull it off.”
Justin stared at Richard for a minute before shaking his head slightly with a frown.
Richard laughed, “I was just joking…no harm in that.”