Andy Hughes by all standards was a normal 16 year old,
While growing up he would never even hurt a fly I was told,
Things changed though on a cold autumn day,
His mind tasted the evil and wanted to come out and play,
He picked up a stone and carefully with precision aimed at a bird,
"Smack", the rock conected and Andy loved what he heard,
The bird chirping and screaching wounded in a complete agonizing pain,
Andy watched with a smile and felt an excitement as his blood just pumped through his veins,
This was the day of his Psycotic Awakening,
This was the day where in his mind pure evil would not be mistaken,
From a warm loving friend emerged a cold killing child,
I saw it in his eyes that day as his emotions seemed violently wild,
Halloween was around the corner and Andy started talking about playing tricks,
Instead of being excited about bags full of candy he talked about things that were sick,
He wanted to trip children as they ran from house to house,
When he spoke it was easy to see that he was totally arroused,
He burried a cat in the ground up to it's neck,
Then he started the mower and I yelled "What the Heck",
As he pushed it closer to the cat I got in his way,
His anger raged, he turned red and was shaking but had nothing to say,
That was the last time I talked to Andy Hughes,
A morning of evil under a Sky of blue,
It was Halloween day and I prepared for my night of treats,
All the kids at school were excited as they talked about candy feasts,
I was going as a pirate, my friend James going as an ape,
Linda was going as a Ballet Dancer, while Fat Cindy was going as a Grape,
We all laughed about that and she did too,
With little patience we could'nt wait to get out of school,
Finally 3 o'clock hit and the school bell rang,
The sound of fireworks echoed down the halls in a spurratic bang,
But that wasnt fireworks, it was sounds from a gun,
Kids ran screaming even teachers were on the run,
I froze in the hallway when I saw andy comming,
My mind said run and hide but my feet were not running,
Andy walked straight up to me with a big smile that was dark,
The evil was in his blood and he was pumped to make his mark,
Like a Jack-O-LANTERN His smile ran from cheek to cheek,
He pumped his weapon, I pee'd myself, then he laughed and said "You are weak",
He walked past me and again he started to unleash the evil from within,
Shot after shot hitting other kids leaving red bursts on their clothes and skin,
But then I looked closer to see it wasnt real blood on the wall,
It was part of a paintball, red paint balls up and down the hall,
His tricked had fooled everyone, even the police who were called in,
They used real bullets that tore through his skin,
When it was over Andy lay dead on the ground,
His lifeless body did not make a sound,
But the screams till this day stay in my head,
As do the pictures of andy all covered in red.....
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-10-19 07:53:47
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