Post by Keith Richards on Apr 26, 2008 17:37:13 GMT 1
Haven't done enough for her so I need to simply do more. What can I do for her? Well that was quite simple, he would have to do something she would appreciate him for. And what better than to cause damage to something she hates? And she had told him quite specifically what she hated. Hircine High. But she hadn't told him what part of it she hated. Was it the students, who in particular? Was it the staff? There was no answers to be had, asking would only make the gesture a poor one. Instead he would aim for both. Hit the faculty in the media coverage, hit the students psychologically.
The planning of it was quite simple really. Once he sorted through what he usually did to students and faculty it was quite simple to separate his thoughts from the regular. He needed something that would draw the attention of many people to get the media involved, so it had to be out of his normal after all. Then he got the simple idea, from an unlikely source. Another one of the regular announcements about middle east terrorism. Which would make anyone else cringe at how far they would go simply for the approval of a girl? But Keith was hardly normal. The scale of the disturbing act he was planning did not register with him.
Keith laid out the plans in his mind as simply as possible. A simple bomb wouldn't get the job done because he was just fifteen and didn't have the connections to get enough explosives to actually cause enough damage physically. But he could get enough to get the media involved, all he had to do was take a day trip down to Mexico with a few of his 'friends' and pick up enough fire works to blow a good sized hole in somebody. Of course he would just take all the explosive powder and create make shift explosives by putting them into a metal case to create desired affect. But hoe was he going to set it off, or the other little affect he wanted?
Where there's a will, there's a nerd. But he had to get one he could manipulate. But Keith was a lucky kid, or maybe unlucky. The image of a computer nerd bent over his desk getting hammered by a jock wasn't an image he wanted to live with. But the quick snap of a disposable camera had him his own little nerd fix up the whole issue. The nerd took a remote control for some radio controlled car with a gas powered engine and set up the ignition, after tearing it out of the car in question, with blasting caps. It was then as simple as shoving it into a clay sealed pipe and he had himself a remote detonated bomb ready and waiting.
But where to put the home made bombs? Well, how else would you manage to do a lot of damage with a little explosive? Make it as traumatic as possible. How to do that though? A funeral home owner would find himself knocked in the side of the head, quite hard, and wake up to find the body of a forty year old man, cut open but still not emptied out, as it were, and dressed up in a fresh pair of street clothes. It was dirty work done out of the morgue room itself so he could clean up after. But once he was done he had a voice box pulled out of a Halloween toy skeleton, also set up on the little remote control and his display was ready to be set up early that Monday morning.
The body was laid out on the steps, Keith wearing a sweatshirt with a hood pulled over his face, which was covered in a dark mask. No sense getting caught before he finished up his little display. And of course the traditional gloves he bought off a street bum for five bucks, keeping in mind that he only wanted Valencia to know that he had been the one to make up the little performance. The first students gathered around the body, a few of the straight A students hoping to get a little extra credit with the teachers by showing up early, and found the body quite cold on the steps. Panicked a series of 911 calls were sent out and in what seemed to take forever for Keith, who was sitting on the edge of the roof, looking down at the steps impatiently, a police crew and an ambulance showed up to inspect the body.
Paramedics were the first to the body, testing for pulse, finding the man cold and stiff, but not realizing that the thick clothes he wore over his chest were there to keep any fluid from staining through and giving away its cut open status, went and prepared a body bag for it. Over sixty students had gathered and were being held back by the police in a rough line on either side of the stairs and Keith knew that he had found his time to get to the main attraction. The remote was flicked once and the voice box that had been lodged in the mans throat began to cackle. But that only lasted a few moments before the second switch was triggered and a deafening thump sounded moments before the crowd was pelted with pieces of organs and limbs as they reeled back.
Let's see the faculty keep this out of the news, Keith thought with a sinister grin as a piece of charred flesh landed on his shoulder, only to be casually brushed off.
The planning of it was quite simple really. Once he sorted through what he usually did to students and faculty it was quite simple to separate his thoughts from the regular. He needed something that would draw the attention of many people to get the media involved, so it had to be out of his normal after all. Then he got the simple idea, from an unlikely source. Another one of the regular announcements about middle east terrorism. Which would make anyone else cringe at how far they would go simply for the approval of a girl? But Keith was hardly normal. The scale of the disturbing act he was planning did not register with him.
Keith laid out the plans in his mind as simply as possible. A simple bomb wouldn't get the job done because he was just fifteen and didn't have the connections to get enough explosives to actually cause enough damage physically. But he could get enough to get the media involved, all he had to do was take a day trip down to Mexico with a few of his 'friends' and pick up enough fire works to blow a good sized hole in somebody. Of course he would just take all the explosive powder and create make shift explosives by putting them into a metal case to create desired affect. But hoe was he going to set it off, or the other little affect he wanted?
Where there's a will, there's a nerd. But he had to get one he could manipulate. But Keith was a lucky kid, or maybe unlucky. The image of a computer nerd bent over his desk getting hammered by a jock wasn't an image he wanted to live with. But the quick snap of a disposable camera had him his own little nerd fix up the whole issue. The nerd took a remote control for some radio controlled car with a gas powered engine and set up the ignition, after tearing it out of the car in question, with blasting caps. It was then as simple as shoving it into a clay sealed pipe and he had himself a remote detonated bomb ready and waiting.
But where to put the home made bombs? Well, how else would you manage to do a lot of damage with a little explosive? Make it as traumatic as possible. How to do that though? A funeral home owner would find himself knocked in the side of the head, quite hard, and wake up to find the body of a forty year old man, cut open but still not emptied out, as it were, and dressed up in a fresh pair of street clothes. It was dirty work done out of the morgue room itself so he could clean up after. But once he was done he had a voice box pulled out of a Halloween toy skeleton, also set up on the little remote control and his display was ready to be set up early that Monday morning.
The body was laid out on the steps, Keith wearing a sweatshirt with a hood pulled over his face, which was covered in a dark mask. No sense getting caught before he finished up his little display. And of course the traditional gloves he bought off a street bum for five bucks, keeping in mind that he only wanted Valencia to know that he had been the one to make up the little performance. The first students gathered around the body, a few of the straight A students hoping to get a little extra credit with the teachers by showing up early, and found the body quite cold on the steps. Panicked a series of 911 calls were sent out and in what seemed to take forever for Keith, who was sitting on the edge of the roof, looking down at the steps impatiently, a police crew and an ambulance showed up to inspect the body.
Paramedics were the first to the body, testing for pulse, finding the man cold and stiff, but not realizing that the thick clothes he wore over his chest were there to keep any fluid from staining through and giving away its cut open status, went and prepared a body bag for it. Over sixty students had gathered and were being held back by the police in a rough line on either side of the stairs and Keith knew that he had found his time to get to the main attraction. The remote was flicked once and the voice box that had been lodged in the mans throat began to cackle. But that only lasted a few moments before the second switch was triggered and a deafening thump sounded moments before the crowd was pelted with pieces of organs and limbs as they reeled back.
Let's see the faculty keep this out of the news, Keith thought with a sinister grin as a piece of charred flesh landed on his shoulder, only to be casually brushed off.
