Chapter 12
I hate, hate, hate… Mexicans.
I hate Jose, Joseph. I hate Curious and her whole family.
I hope them niggas hang.
Maybe it's bad in my blood. Hypocritical, at best but understanding. That's why I have no friends. I never had a girlfriend.
I had the conscious behavior to see my actions and interest as… a good word is nasty. I support lynching meanwhile, we have little black boys and girls chasing vampires and all is well.
I live in Locucts and nobody likes me because I hang niggas.
I'm a vampire, at least… I know what I do.
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It's normal. To me.
I pull on the rope around three individuals. This is normal for me.
One is a white man named Joe Hamilton. Joe is a passive aggressive man. He isn't very tall. A good five feet ten. He suffers from gout a lot because he eats so much red meat. He feared his periodic condition would lead to a heart attack. He cheated on his wife, Holly Kemp. She didn't tell him directly because she knew. Holly switched her name from Hamilton back to her maiden.
Plus, I fuck her.
It's free white pussy and I have no problem taking it. It's also a free meal.
Second is Teonce Prince. He's a basketball player with beautiful brown skin. I know him from middle school. He use to bully me as if I was dumb and fat. I was fat but I surely wasn't dumb.
I ate his girlfriend.
Sevon Black is the third one. He's a vampire with vitiligo. His girlfriend… is a boy.
His life is weird. He could come out being gay but instead, he told his bitch--his nigga--His… what the fuck do you call it? I've never seen gay folks be gay while not trying to be gay.
Either way, he asked his bitch to wear perfume.
But not to cover up his dick. That's strange.
My purpose is blood and not punishing sinners. It doesn't matter to me. One's sins are his own, which is why Jesus is an idiot as well as his fucking father above.
I stand in front of a tree after tugging three corpses in the woods. I throw the rope around a tree branch and pull from the other side.
Whimsical.
The three bodies are motionless. I pull out my Montana, my machete. I start gutting Joe's corpse, starting from the chest down.
Blood spills on the ground. That's good, he's still fresh but my favorite is the meat.
My favorite thing about school. It teaches. I open him up wide and from my studies I can tell he use to be on drugs or suffering from irritable bowel syndrome. "Inflammation around the bowels."
I hold his intestines and squeeze. The squish I hear lets me know he isn't empty. I'll clean him up. It'll be like prison all over again.
Wish I could do this to Joseph.
I hate him so much. I hope he dies. I hope I get to be the one that claims him first. I hope I get the chance to watch that nigga bleed.
I hope he gets cancer.
I hope he gets raped in jail.
I hope his baby mama gives him aids.
I fucked her!
I fucked Yahoska while his conniving ass was in Mexico.
I hope his ass gets in a car accident.
I hope--I wish I could go back in time and slap his fucking ass.
I hope he catches gonorrhea and the only cure is removal.
I hate him. I hate his skin, I hate his breath, I hate his eyes and shape of his head.
I hate him.
I lost myself for a moment and now Joe has more wounds than I would like him to have. I sigh and cut off his leg. I cut his organs out and honestly I can't wait for chitlins.
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The next day at school, I'm taking English fourth period and fuck me sideways this balded nigga came to class.
"Why yo nostrils shape like that…?" he squints looking at me. "You real big. How tall are you?"
"Can you shut the fuck up?"
"I just asked a question." he puts his arm over his chair. "In fact let me ask another--"
"Stop acting like you don't know me."
"I don't," Joseph's lips contort. "I'm Joseph King. Son of Martin Luther King and Coretta Scott King."
"No! The Fuck you aren't!"
"I am! My daddy went through hell during the movement!" his voice increases. "He got shot up on dem streets."
"What movement?" I stare at him. He doesn't like that, he turns himself around. "Excuse me, Jose and Montgomery. Can you quiet down. Finish your work." states Ms. Cornfield.
"Yo, what's the answer to number eight." he questions.
I take my paper and shove it in his face. "You can't read it? Underline the nouns and verbs in this sentence."
He slaps my paper away, "I still say what's the answer."
"Students, I did say you could work with a partner and I hope to God above you are a helpful person." addresses Ms. Cornfield. Jose rises his hand, "Ms! My partner said he doesn't like me."
"Set aside your differences and work together."
Jose looks at me, "I come in peace. Namaste, my nigga."
I just explode in the classroom. Throwing my book at the person in front of my desk. Picking up my desk and smacking the shit out of Jose with it. "Mr. Greer!" my teacher bolts from her seat and out the door. "Administrator Norman!"
I jerk Jose from the desk and throw him against the wall. I'm about to charge until he speaks. "Candlelight!" a flash of light blinds me. I pause in my step and he takes the fucking opportunity to hit me with the large ass book.
"BREAK!" he shouts. I hold my side, feeling up my ribs I can push the muscle in. I inhale.
'Let me give you a memory
And no it wasn't a fine time, in fact it ends in tragedy
Do you remember when--I was sitting on the block flinging pennies
Got kicked out my home, for something I done
I apologized, got off my ass to correct the wrong
Working till dawn, I remember that
Get a call home, but I ain't at the crib
Got a baby playing with dolls, that's right, daddy's little munchkin.
Working nine to five, the call still hasn't arrived
I'm camping out till nightfalls
Sitting with the owls, the bats, and white balls
In the sky
I hear sirens and next flashing lights
Here's a thought
They don't know where the hell I've been
I get a call home, never heard it rang
Cops look at me like I'm trying to jump a high wall
I look in the backseat and I see
A daughter, a child, my child
Looking for peace
He falls to the floor and red lines cover his face. The burst from his appearance stuns him. His soul comes out, "What the fuck was that! Nigga I don't know you!"
"The fuck you do!"
"Reversi!" I grit my teeth as his soul calls on the word to fix his face. Slowly his eyes come back along with the meat. He gets up and bares his fangs at me.
Jose's hands catch fire. "You know I don't fuck with witches!"
That's not… that's not even remotely funny.
"BOOM!" he swings his hand in the air and little balls of fire circle around me. "Greer!" the Administrator dismisses the spell after I burst into flames. My soul appears dashing across the classroom, knocking shit over. "I want you dead! I want you dead!" I can't stop screaming. "¡ɹǝʞɔnɟɹǝɥʇoɯ pᴉdnʇs no⅄"
I hate him so much!
I hate him!
I hate that fucking nigga!
I want him to die!
I want him to suffer!
I hate him!
I hate him!
¡ɯᴉɥ ǝʇɐɥ I
¡ɯᴉɥ ǝʇɐɥ I
¡ɹǝɟɟns oʇ ɯᴉɥ ʇuɐʍ I
¡ǝᴉp oʇ ɯᴉɥ ʇuɐʍ I
¡ɐɓɓᴉu ɓuᴉʞɔnɟ ʇɐɥʇ ǝʇɐɥ I
¡ɯᴉɥ ǝʇɐɥ I
¡ɥɔnɯ os ɯᴉɥ ǝʇɐɥ I
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