He had been beaten hours before. He was now chained to a post in the middle of the room where all of my friends have been waiting for the moment to finally arrive. We've been waiting anxiously, and even though he begs and screams to be let go, we couldn't. There was no reason to let him go, not after what he had done to us all.
I gave a slight nod to my friends in the room, who all had stones in their hands as they entered the room single-filed and quietly. It was dark, and nobody could see, but we weren't completely quiet.
"Please! This is ridiculous, why would any of you do something like this?" He pleaded and asked, rattling the chains around his ankle.
"Shut it." I growled as a dim light shone on me, my head facing the ground as it rose slowly, revealing my evil and demonic glare. "You've done us all a great wrong, Mr. Esquivel."
"Yeah." I heard the others mutter around the room.
"Or shall we call you 'The Canceller'?" I asked as I stepped back and ran my hand over the multiple weapons that were hanging against the wall, but there was only one I was looking at. I picked up the very long, wooden object as my fingertips scraped the smooth surface. "And you didn't even change it."
"What did you expect me to do? It was going to rain!"
"But it didn't!" I shot back, snapping the bat straight at his face, where it stood two inches away from it. "We were all furiously let down that day."
"What could I do?" He asked me, and then the room for the listeners.
"Put a sign up." One answered.
"Gave us the laptop cart." Another replied. "Or the key. We could've locked up."
"I had to get home!"
"You'll never go home again!" I screamed, throwing the bat across the room. He ducked, and I heard it crack against the wall with a sickening sound. I sighed, holding up my hands as I saw a hand from the shadows pick up the bat and throw it back at me. "Or at least… alive."
"That was one day!"
"One day is all it takes!" I replied, walking around him slowly. "Our kind of beings are very impatient people. Once a week was never enough."
"You are all crazy. They're going to find you." He stated, and I laughed loudly as my other friends joined in softly.
Another one stood right next to me, her blonde hair crazy from the beating before. "Mr. Esquivel shouldn't have cancelled it. Mr. Esquivel should've thought about it. Mr. Esquivel should've known this was the punishment!" Her psycho voice was soft, but she had the most sickening and most intelligent mind. "Mr. Esquivel should've been thinking of us!"
"You're talking in third person again!" I shot at her, and it snapped her back to normal. "You're only supposed to do that only when you're tired."
She stared blankly at me, but then laughed insanely. "Or crazy…"
I sent her back before stopping in front of him, leaning in close to his pathetic, terrified face. "You underestimate us then. We've thought through every scenario possible and worked our ways around it. You're a dead man."
"You can't do it." He stated confidently. "You'd be living with the guilt for the rest of your life."
"But that's just it." I laughed as I stepped back into the shadows. "You said it yourself before you left; kill you in multiple ways possible."
"But I meant write a story about it! Not this!" He replied, but I shrugged my shoulders as I held the bat with both hands.
"Oh well." I replied, feeling the bat in my fingers and getting a good grip. I nodded in multiple directions as I heard the sound of stoned banging together. "Let's end his suffering."
"No!" He begged as the first stone was thrown at the back of his head, and soon they were being launched in multiple directions. I stood in the back as I watched the contacts of the stones, the red liquid that made its way down his head and neck and onto the hard, black floor. He was bent over, trying to dodge anything he could, but my girls had good aim. It didn't even matter.
I made sure he was on the breaking point of death before I ordered them to stop. I raised my right hand, and the stones stopped being thrown, the last one scraping the right side of his face, and the line made a waterfall of blood come to the ground.
"I really hope you don't have hemophilia." I told him as I bent down to the ground so I could see his eyes. "What should we do to you now?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you would've done it already." He replied, gasping for air as blood rushed from his mouth, and well, everywhere else. My companions laughed at their accomplishment. We were close to breaking him.
"Oh, just you wait. We'll do everything to you until you're gone." I laughed as the hands came out of the shadows and unchained him, and even he couldn't break their strength. They dragged him to the car in the soundproof garage with the soundproof car and blackened and shatter-proof windows, and I climbed in the driver's seat. "We didn't miss the demo yet, did we?"
"No." My friends answered in unison.
A smirk molded to my face. "Good."
We drove to the demolition site in two cars, Mr. Esquivel in the trunk of the one I was driving. He was bloody and weak; he couldn't escape. The whole thing was being taken about half a mile away, but we could sneak through the sewers that ran under the building. It was now abandoned and no one ever used it, so we were fine. Mr. Esquivel was also drugged, so he was out. I just hope my girls could carry him.
The cars stopped outside the sewer entrance, so my girls took Mr. Esquivel from the trunk, taking on the task together to get him there. He was stirring slightly, but if he woke up, we had another needle for him. I took the miniature chainsaw that was sitting next to me in the driver's seat and ripped the cord, cutting through the bars to the underground darkness. The sparks flew from the metal on metal, but soon it was open enough to where we could get through. I gestured them through first and I followed, but as soon as I turned on the flashlight, I was in the lead.
But there was one thing none of us thought of; the ladder leading up to the ground floor.
"You've gotta be kidding me." I heard someone mutter behind me.
"Hey, we'll get him up there." I stated, climbing up some of the way. "We'll pass him up one by one."
"You've gotta be kidding me." Someone else muttered.
"Okay, you want me to be at the top so I have the most work?" I asked, and they all nodded. I sighed as I got to the top and the climbed after me, and they soon got in the rhythm of passing his body up to me. "Don't drop him or he'll die." I ordered, and some of them glared at me.
"I thought that was the point." One of them snapped.
"It is, but we have to watch him suffer." I smirked as they got in the rhythm of passing his body up to me, and once it reached me, I pulled him up and onto the sanded surface rigged with explosives. I laughed as he laid there, sprawled out and looking asleep, and soon, he would be. They climbed up and circled around him, casting a darkened shadow over him. I brought out the chains that I had and chained him to the nearest stable object.
"He deserved his fate." A girl said behind me.
"I know." I replied, looking at my watch. "Guy, get back down the hole, this place I gonna blow in two minutes." I ordered, and like that the scampered like mice, traveling down the sewage ladder and down below, running from it. I was last, covering the hole with the sewer lid, and then down the ladder and out the bars that were sawed off. I ran to catch up with the rest of my group standing on the hill, blocking the sun from their eyes. Ten more seconds. I also saw the demo people with the box about a thousand feet to our left with the magically box with the long, twirling cord.
He couldn't survive this.
Three. Two. One.
The building erupted into flames and thick, black smoke soared to the sky as the ground shook. The tall apartment building was crumpling by the second, caving in at the bottom and toppling over each other. Debris went flying everywhere, some on fire and some light enough to almost hit us. The flame was horrible, red and orange and very, very large… all above Mr. Esquivel.
He deserved it all.
Once the smoke cleared we headed back under, although some of my team cowered under once they heard the huge explosion go off. We were all silent, coming into realization that he was dead. He had to be, we were counting on it.
I climbed up the ladder first again so I could push the sewer lid off the ground, which probably wasn't going to work, but I could try. The lid was heavy already, but with all the debris on it, it made it ten times worst, at least. It was loose though, so it slid a little bit, enough for me to slip through and help everybody else up.
As we stood there and everyone brushed themselves off, we climbed over the debris of floors, ceilings, other terrain that somehow piled on Mr. Esquivel. We started to clear it, but was there a point?
"I found him!" I heard one of the girls exclaim excitingly, shoving debris more debris from the area, revealing a flat, open hand. We all migrated over and shoved everything aside, and once it was all clear… he was still here. He was bleeding in multiple spots with rocks and cords over him, but his eyes were blaring at us.
"How are you not dead!?" I screamed, dropping to my knees, wrapping my fingers around his neck. "What the Hell!?"
"You can't get rid of me that easily." He laughed, but he stopped once I pulled out the shiny black pistol, clicking for ammo.
"Screw you." I growled, pressing it to his forehead. "That should've killed you, it should've blown you to pieces."
"But it didn't." He stated, and the gun sounded, a bang and a flash before he fell over, a circle in his head with blood draining.
"That did." I stated, mocking the tone of his last words. "Have a good damn time in Hell." I whispered, lowering the weapon and placing it back in my belt. Now, for a fact; he was dead.
"He's dead." The shaky blonde with glasses whispered.
"Wouldn't it have been easier if you did that the first time?" The cocky, short-haired blonde asked, raising her hands, palms to the sky. "I mean, really?"
"It's done." I stated, ending the discussion. "Time to get rid of the evidence."
We wrapped multiple bandages around his head to ensure he didn't bleed all over my car. All eight of us drove to the beach together, where we rented a small, motorized boat and some tarp to wrap him in, and we set sail, way out into the ocean where nobody could see us. We cruised for about an hour before we were in the middle of nowhere, and with only us in sight.
"Let's get this over with." I told them as we took the tarp that had his body wrapped in it, all picking it up next to the ocean. "One, two, three." I counted, and we swung our arms and let go, and we watched the tarp out there for a while, floating, but then it sank, sank, sank… until it was gone.
We killed Mr. Esquivel.
"Serves him right." The cocky blonde stated, sitting back in the boat and relaxing. "Anyone want to write a story about this?"
"He already told me to." I laughed as I dug into the cooler for a coke, opening it and taking a drink. "Now who wants to party?"
We all stood on the boat for a while as someone turned on the radio, blaring the Magic station as loud as we could, dancing to the beat. We had a good reason to celebrate. We just killed the one person we all loathed. The teacher who cancelled Writing Club. And who were we? They very students who attended it.
Here's a word of advice; don't cancel Writing Club, because we'll be coming for you.