siriuscoyote
He was in that pile of manure for a good two years until he was fully gone. The hard part had been getting him to stay still while he was under the pile, being dissolved slowly and painfully. "He won't hurt anyone else every again," I said as the cops finally came to take me away, and I went with them quietly.
The boy sat int he class, feeling as if he would melt into a pile of goo before this class would be over. He could see his skeleton remaining in his seat, stuck forevermore in a pose of bored indifference, as his innards and flesh and such oozed off of them, and fell to the ground, creating a large puddle of goo. Then, the bell rang, and he leapt from his seat, and ran to the door. What no one but the teacher saw was a tiny puddle of goo, which she scooped up in a vile, and put in her bag as she herself left, laughing evilly and quietly to herself.
He sat in that damned chair, looking up at me, waiting, waiting for what, I was unsure. But, I knew whatever it was, it couldn't be any good. So, I let him just sit there, until he opened that yap of his and said, "Want some advice?" I was surprised and said, "Sure." He pulled out a AK-47 and blew me away. As I laid there dieing, he leaned over my body, said, "That was Advice," and left me in that room to die.
He looked up at her, the beautiful red haired and green eyed beauty, whom he called Lily, and down on his knees, said, "But, I love you. I have only shown you compassion." She said nothing, then bent down, as if to kiss his head. Instead, she bit off his head, and flew off back to her homeworld.