Last Laugh

He shot another glare to the group of boys nearby who were horsing around, howling and cat-calling at each other. He sighed and looked down.

“Another bunch of retards.”

Ayden got up from the shady spot underneath a great oak tree that he was finding great pleasure relaxing in. He was about to drift off into slumber before he heard that group enter the surroundings and disrupt the peace. Glaring at them one last time, he shook his head and walked away to find another place where he would be at peace. As he took a step forward, a sharp pain wracked through his shoulder. One of the boys had thrown a pebble at him.

“Hey look guys! Its that rich kid! Y’know, the one that struts around with his money!”

The boys laughed in unison and began mocking Ayden by pretending to count cash and strutting around like a peacock. Ayden, obviously annoyed, decided that it was not worth retaliating. He strolled away, the last of the group’s laughter fading into the distance.

He found another place where he could find tranquility in a private garden owned by one of the city’s officials. Hailing from one of the city’s most powerful families, Ayden was granted access to it anytime. He entered the citrus-scented garden and enjoyed the peace it held. The sanguine chirping of the bluebirds, the sweet-spicy aroma wafting from the herbs, the jovial fluttering of the many butterflies and the soft breeze that caressed Ayden’s body and face almost sensually. It was the scene of utter peace.

Ayden closed his eyes and relished the silence around him. He tried not to think of anything but he could not help but to reminisce his past… the time he first entered school… having escapades with his good friend Zavius… the people who made fun of him…

The group of boys flashed before Ayden’s eyes.

Ayden opened his eyes and anger began to swell up within him. How dare they make fun of him? How dare they call him a person who struts around with cash?

Death fantasies began to form in his mind. Yes, he could kill them off one by one.. ending their useless existence in this wretched world. Ending their misery would be equivalent to killing off a few ants. Ayden thought of more ways that he could maim them, dismember them slowly.. enjoying their shrieks of agony and their pleas for mercy… their blood staining the floor…

Fantasy became reality.

Ayden had caught up with one of the imbeciles from that group in a dark alley in the red-light district of the city. A cheap night scent filled Ayden’s nostrils as he got pumped with adrenaline. His anger rose in his system like a snake as he neared the boy. He grabbed the young man by the shoulders and jostled him through the darkness, shoving him into a nearby wall.

“Hey dude! What’s your problem man? What the hell do you wa-”

The boy’s eyes widened as the last of his question escaped his lips, feeling cold, hard metal plunge into his stomach and the warm sensation of his blood soon after. The red liquid spilled out from his wound, weakening his actions. He groaned in agony before clutching the place where Ayden stabbed him in hopes of at least stemming the flow of blood. It didn’t work. He looked at Ayden, his face contorted with dreaded realisation, as his eyes filmed over with red and rolled back into his worthless skull.

He felt a sense of light-headedness and a false sense of high as he felt his life leaving him. Another knife sliced his jugular in half and he felt the blood escaping. He couldn’t breathe, his system being choked with his very own life fluids, the pain washing over his body. He coughed violently and tried to talk before he gave up struggling to live.

“Why… why.. why did you kill me…?”

“Its because you’re worthless in this world, my friend. The world needs less scum like you. Be at peace,” muttered Ayden in a harsh tone, before stabbing the boy with the two knives, puncturing his heart and lungs.

The young man cursed under his breath before dropping to the floor, squeezing out his last breath, finally dead.

Ayden smirked at the lifeless hunk of flesh on the floor, lying in a pool of its own blood. He had never felt this much satisfaction, this much rapture in his life, ever. He took the two knives he used to kill the boy and admired them in the moonlight, kissing them and allowing the crimson liquid assault his taste and stream down from his lips.

“You two have done me a great favour,” whispered Ayden, “as for you, my poor victim, I hope that you had a great laugh teasing me.”

He took one last glance at the body before running off into the night, searching for the rest of the gang, his laughter filling the air.

Ayden had had the last laugh.