One day in class he sets his class a test to waste away the class time. Sitting back in his chair with his sketch pad he begins thinking about the purpose of life, more importantly the purpose of his life. Looking around his dreary classroom filled with lazy kids he notices the war posters clinging onto the wall with the last pieces of hardened blue tack. It then hits him, an epiphany on how to make his life worthwhile, killing. The sole purpose of life in his eyes is to live a good life and those who ruin it do not deserve it. He picks up his pen and soon begins scribbling notes and small sketches of his plan.
Later on his way home he begins trailing the backstreets looking for a plausible victim. While driving past an burned out shop he notices a curled up red sleeping bag. Calling into the darkness a strange homeless man pokes his head out. Clarence offers the man warm food, a wash and a decent sleep for the night. The man had been sleeping rough for so long that he did not give a second thought to the mans motives. Bringing the homeless man back to his home Clarence begins making the man a bowl of soup. Before serving it though he slips in a few sleeping pills he had purchased before the beginning of the night. Clarence walks in to find the homeless man admiring an ancient axe mounted to the wall that Clarence acquired years before hand. As the man sits down to enjoy his soup Clarence prepares himself. Pulling on a hair-net and taking off his good school jacket Clarence makes his way top the axe. By now the homeless man is in a delirium having consumed so many sleeping pills. As the homeless man drops off so does the axe drop putting the man into a deep sleep that he is never going to wake from.
Next morning Clarence gets up early and drags 2 heavy black bin bags out to the back of his car. He takes a different route to school this day, via the woods to ditch the two bin bags. At school both teachers and pupils notice a change in his attitude. He seems more free and relaxed. Before finishing for the day he borrows a hammer and apron from the technical class saying he has some DIY work to be done at his house but these items become more tools to pull off his sick crimes. Once again on the way home he passes through all the back streets looking for his next victim.
Weeks pass and Clarence has notched up 6 victims and is growing ever in confidence. However his work has not gone unnoticed, the first victim was found only a couple of days after the grizzly act and the others followed the same path. The police has even managed to put out a description of the car but this does not phase Clarence as he has become more arrogant and confident. His next victim would have to wait though because he had a parent/teacher night tonight. There was nothing he detested more than parents night, whats worse than hearing parents complain that he is not teaching their little brats well enough. His rage grew but simmers back down as he thinks of his next plan. As parent after parent comes he puts on the usual straight faced show until he notices out of the classroom door two large policemen talking to the headmaster. The headmaster is pointing towards Clarance's class. Panic stricken Clarence rises to his feet. The bewildered parents stare up at Clarence, who has now began sweating. Just as the parents open their mouths to ask what is going on Clarence pulls his newly acquired gun from under the desk. The police draw their guns immediately but Clarence has already taken 1 out and is in the process of firing at the other. As the school hallway erupts into chaos Clarence begins freaking out. He swings back and forth telling everyone to stay calm and still but his shouts go unheard over the school bell. The bell further confuses Clarence who is now so panic-stricken that he does not notice the wounded cop firing his gun in his direction.
BANG
The classroom door bangs open as the lunchtime bell rings. Its that first day where he decided to turn to a life of crime. As the kids file out of the class the test papers are blown to the floor and trampled but this does not even register with Clarence. He is sweating in his chair and has his notepad firmly in his sweaty grip. Looking at the pad he sees a number of the murders he had acted out in his dream. Wiping the forehead dry he contemplates for a moment. In his dream he had got so far and only his ignorance exposed him. If he was careful he could rectify this problem. He rips out the sketches page and begins scribbling away once again.
THE END
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