Revolutionary: Diary of a School Shooter
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
799
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Dossier 4
Dossier 4
*To the following we have no conclusive evidence if this was a mind game that Crowley was playing with himself or that in fact he was a true homosexual. The only incident leaning to support this claim was several eye witnesses said he was seen at a Gay bar in Nashville, Tennessee, however none of these incidents were ever verified.
January 16th
God! What the fuck is wrong with people. Is there no chivalry, no romance, no spark of something good or pure left in this world?
I have long since accepted that I’m a fag, a queer, a fairy, not a problem. I don’t flaunt it at school, god knows those fucking worthless creatures give me enough shit. But even the gay community! Even they themselves have become primates!
I went downtown last Friday night, to (deleted), a fucking cool place, SUPPOSEDLY! I’m in there for 5 minutes and I start to notice a couple in the corner, these motherfuckers are FUCKING! I mean straight up, cock in ass fucking!
I sighed looked back at the bar presented my fake ID and ordered a Jack and Coke (drink of choice, truly, pardon me, the ever present alcoholic). After a bit I had to use the restroom, so I wandered around till I found a hallway. Two rooms, easy enough, boys and girls. So I walked into the boys bathroom. I would have had more privacy in a supermarket parking lot.
No doors on the stalls, no guards by the urinals, no nothing. Guys were walking around comparing the size of their dicks….not that its wrong its just…(sighs) there is nothing good anymore. There is no love, there is no passion, hell there isn’t even any compassion. There isn’t shit.
I walked out of the club, not before I had a 40 year old trail me through the club asking me for a “favor”. I caught a bus and went to Centennial park. I sat there for 4 hours till the police picked me up. My parents hit the roof. I just laughed. Nothing is good anymore.
*There is a police report stating that on Jan. 7th Crowley was picked up for curfew infringement, however that is all that verifies this report. Crowley wrote many such rantings also involving heterosexual feelings. As previously stated his sexual preferences were unknown and had little bearing on the shootings.
*A random poem found carved on the back of Crowley’s dresser.
Here I sit man of the hour
Locked inside my ring of power
First one questioned, last one asked
Safe behind this death mask.
Yet you still scream to see
The visions laying inside me
If I set the demons free
Maybe then you’ll let me be.
Now I stand and I offer
A sacrifice of slaughter
From my heart into your midst
Cast out from my bloody fist.
Take this as my parting fare
I’m leaving here and going there
Be glad you didn’t match my stare
That’s one pain you will be spared.
*Crowley wrote much of pain and suffering yet unlike most individuals who committed acts similar he never seemed to name or blame those who hurt him. Very little can be found of him discussing his fellow students or school.
*To the following we have no conclusive evidence if this was a mind game that Crowley was playing with himself or that in fact he was a true homosexual. The only incident leaning to support this claim was several eye witnesses said he was seen at a Gay bar in Nashville, Tennessee, however none of these incidents were ever verified.
January 16th
God! What the fuck is wrong with people. Is there no chivalry, no romance, no spark of something good or pure left in this world?
I have long since accepted that I’m a fag, a queer, a fairy, not a problem. I don’t flaunt it at school, god knows those fucking worthless creatures give me enough shit. But even the gay community! Even they themselves have become primates!
I went downtown last Friday night, to (deleted), a fucking cool place, SUPPOSEDLY! I’m in there for 5 minutes and I start to notice a couple in the corner, these motherfuckers are FUCKING! I mean straight up, cock in ass fucking!
I sighed looked back at the bar presented my fake ID and ordered a Jack and Coke (drink of choice, truly, pardon me, the ever present alcoholic). After a bit I had to use the restroom, so I wandered around till I found a hallway. Two rooms, easy enough, boys and girls. So I walked into the boys bathroom. I would have had more privacy in a supermarket parking lot.
No doors on the stalls, no guards by the urinals, no nothing. Guys were walking around comparing the size of their dicks….not that its wrong its just…(sighs) there is nothing good anymore. There is no love, there is no passion, hell there isn’t even any compassion. There isn’t shit.
I walked out of the club, not before I had a 40 year old trail me through the club asking me for a “favor”. I caught a bus and went to Centennial park. I sat there for 4 hours till the police picked me up. My parents hit the roof. I just laughed. Nothing is good anymore.
*There is a police report stating that on Jan. 7th Crowley was picked up for curfew infringement, however that is all that verifies this report. Crowley wrote many such rantings also involving heterosexual feelings. As previously stated his sexual preferences were unknown and had little bearing on the shootings.
*A random poem found carved on the back of Crowley’s dresser.
Here I sit man of the hour
Locked inside my ring of power
First one questioned, last one asked
Safe behind this death mask.
Yet you still scream to see
The visions laying inside me
If I set the demons free
Maybe then you’ll let me be.
Now I stand and I offer
A sacrifice of slaughter
From my heart into your midst
Cast out from my bloody fist.
Take this as my parting fare
I’m leaving here and going there
Be glad you didn’t match my stare
That’s one pain you will be spared.
*Crowley wrote much of pain and suffering yet unlike most individuals who committed acts similar he never seemed to name or blame those who hurt him. Very little can be found of him discussing his fellow students or school.