Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26441061-20150529162516

 I am here to tell you about the greatest murderer of the 21st century. His name, Richard Fox. He was born on December 24, 1993, like a Christmas gift to criminology.

 From a young age, Richard Fox knew he was destined for greatness, though his father said he would never amount to anything. Richard's father took issue with his cutting the neighbour cat's tail off. And the bullies in that small farming town, they never knew what hit them. One of them died of natural causes.

 In the summer of 2009, Richard Fox was sixteen. Small for his age, the malicious, petty “ popular ” adolescents who weighed him down every day took to bullying Richard. One was a football star named Daniel; Richard forgets his last name. One evening in the heat of midsummer, Richard took a long walk so he could think, so he could get away from his selfish father. But, on the road, there Daniel was.

 Six feet and two inches of monstrous, red-headed hormones blocked Richard's path.

 “ What's wrong, Fox? ” Daniel sneered. Richard told him to go away.

 “ Or what, Fox? You can't fight me. ”

 “ Stop. Now. ” Richard narrowed his eyes and tried to stare Daniel down. It didn't work. He received a punch to the gut, then he was shoved down.

 “ Get up, Fox, ” Daniel growled, a wolf full of malignant happiness. Richard got up; he got up, grabbed a three or four-pound rock from the dirt, and threw it right at Daniel's thick skull. It hit home, and left a stream of blood, left Daniel the one on the ground. He groaned, looked up. The tables had turned, for Richard had the advantage now. And Richard picked up the blood-stained smooth rock, and he made his first kill.

 In the following days, he found that, in retrospect, the killing had felt ''good. ''



 A few months later, Richard dropped out of high school and found a menial job. It was unworthy of him, though his father thought that the job was unworthy of Richard. But Richard endured for over a year. He endured his pathetic co-workers, he endured the sheer arrogance of his boss.

 Why did the man named Oliver Philips want to oppress Richard Fox so? Why did Philips want to keep Richard away from his daughter, who so obviously wanted to be with Richard? Jealousy. Pettiness.

 When the eighteen-year-old Richard declared his love for his boss' daughter, Candice, she rejected him. She didn't mean it, though. Her father put her up to it; her father wanted to keep her and Richard apart.

 After that, Richard had had enough. He started to track Philips' nocturnal activities; he watched and waited for two weeks. He learned the shadowy path Philips took home from the bar every Friday night without fail. And Richard lurked there.

 On a moist, wet night in spring, 2011, Richard lurked in an alley that Philips would pass by. And he did. Richard's boss was swaying slightly as he passed, weakened by drunkenness. Richard pulled him into the alley, wielding a pocket knife.

 “ I have ... mo-money ... ” Philips slurred. He pulled out his wallet, gesturing for Richard to take it. He did not. Richard knocked it out of his hand and lunged. He lodged the pocket knife in Philips' throat, then pulled it out. He kept on stabbing until the ground ran red. Taking out a disposable sack he'd bought, Richard constricted Philips' corpse until it fit in. It was a big bag. Dragging the corpse into another alleyway, Richard tossed the late Philips into a dumpster.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> The following week, Richard tried to comfort the grieving Candice. He touched her shoulder and she shuddered.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ Don't you see? ” He asked. “ We can be together now. ” Candice turned around, tears running down her cheeks. Without a word, she left. Her crying intensified. Richard did not understand; who still conspired to keep them apart?

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> He resolved to come to Candice, to her home. He knocked, but there was no response. He knocked again, no response.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ Candice! ” No response. Heavy breath, hit the door with his shoulder. More bashing and the door fell down, off its hinges. More heavy breath.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ Candice! ” She had a gun, and Richard just stared.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ Fox! Don't come any closer! ” Candice held a low-calibre handgun. It shook; she was nervous.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ Who's making you do this? ” Richard yelled out.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ What do you mean? ” Tears fell started to well up on her face.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ I know you love me, but someone wants us to be apart! Who is it? ” Candice said nothing, holding the gun tighter.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ They've taken you over, ” Richard said blankly, “ you're one of them. ”

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> “ Please, Richard, down make me —” Candice was cut off. Richard pulled out a handgun and fired.

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<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> Blood is running down Richard's leg. It was grazed by a bullet that Candice fired. He clutches his leg as he limps toward the counter. Searching through the kitchen in poor, late Candice's house, he finds a first aid kit. Wracked by pain, he opens it, removes some gauze, and dresses his leg. ''She betrayed Richard. It had to be done. ''Leaving her corpse in the kitchen, Richard picks up what look like car keys, as well as a phone. Richard walks out the back door of the house and sees a battered pickup. He tries the keys in it. They work, and he opens the door.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> ''Powerful forces are after Richard now. But Richard will escape Them, and outsmart Them, and kill all of Their many agents. ''

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> Richard looks at the phone and the car keys, then the ignition lever. An idea comes to him.

<p style="margin:0.0px0.0px0.0px0.0px;font:14.0px'TimesNewRoman'"> ''Richard always wanted to go to New York. '' <ac_metadata title="Richard the Narcissist (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>