This story will be in three parts: 3 sections with 3 chapters each representing a different point in the 'protagonist's' life. The first one is about revenge, the second about fulfilment and the last one is about living life like the way that it should be lived.
Said 'protagonist' (although the character is more of an anti-hero if anything) is called Jeremy Brookes, and the plot of the story means that the story essentially starts when he is 17 years old, although all characters depicted are above 18 years of age during any scenes of sexual intercourse.
Jeremy is your typical high-schooler/sixth former, with a dark secret. He is a sociopath, but not a particularly violent or murderous one. He is one created by bad luck, i.e. events happening that weren't necessary caused by bad intentions by others, they just ended up having a really dark effect on him. Most people who have these 'skeletons in their closet' chose to do nothing about it, partly because they do not know what they can do about it. Jeremy was the same. Till he found a way.
The events depicted in this story are very much realistic and feasible in this world, despite what others might say. The realistic part of it makes it very sobering and there are individuals like Jeremy who do this. Why don't you know about them? Well my theory is that it takes someone of a certain level of intelligence to figure out and effectively perform something like this, and those of this level of intelligence are smart enough to know that operating in the shadows (i.e. never getting caught) is the key to victory.
The characters depicted have had their names altered, for the sake of their own protection. If said person sees this, I dare you to sue me if you find your new name ironic.
Synopsis: "One should be careful when you push someone into a corner. Because you'll never know what sort of deal that person will make with the devil, just to start pushing back. Once you realise this, it's all already too late."
Part I: Mea fabula
Chapter I: Ille in vindicate
My troubles in school when I was 17 years old could all be traced down to one incident. Hindsight told me I could look at it as a huge misunderstanding that was blown way out of proportion, but I didn't really care at the time.
Ok so there was a girl I liked whom I knew. I wouldn't say we were close friends but we knew each other alright. I liked her because we shared common interests, intellectually she was my equal and most of all, she was stunning. People like that tend to stay at the top of the food chain, not with people like me. I'd associate myself as a loner, not because I was socially awkward, it was for the fact that at the institution I went to, I struggled to find people who I actually liked and wanted to be around. Naturally, I got bored and choose to do what interested me the most; reading, tasting fine wines and whiskeys amongst other nefarious activities.
Long story short, her friends being the 'Queens of observation' realised that I liked her. Said Queens being teenage girls and most importantly, me not being in their social circle, took this the wrong way. Cue a series of texts, calls and suggestive messages implying that my feelings were reciprocated. I knew it was all fake, and well it hurt because I knew that. So when it eventually came, I probably could have laughed it off and drank my sorrows away. I didn't.
Maybe I was in a vindictive mood or just fed up with their antics, but I flipped. I'll cut to the part that actually matters in that I had a massive shouting match with her friend and it led to me becoming some sort of pariah for the rest of the year. Can't say I was really that sorry to be honest. I really did recommend her to go fuck herself with a cactus.
The friend in question, for all purposes will be known as Anna. Why Anna you ask? Well its really because I felt like it.
Anna is one of those girls in this world who is simply beautiful, and she damn well knows and uses it to her advantage at every given moment. She was of average height with long dark hair and a pale complexion. Her body was that of a dancers; long, powerful legs, slender figure with a decently sized bust. We were never close, mind you, but we knew each other well enough. When I say "well enough," its more of the case if we see each other in the street we know to avoid each other. Like oil and water we simply don't mix.
So the story really started upon my reaction to that incident in my penultimate year of schooling. I felt a lot of pain, and emotionally was a wreck from what happened. I decided that I wanted revenge. Revenge they say is a dish best served cold, and well I have no problems with dishing it out. My only problem is getting caught, and possible consequences that might impact me if it happened. It looks pretty bad if you think about it, guy who 'can't take no for an answer' acts spitefully towards girl. To be honest, it's not that I can't take no for an answer, it's more of the fact that I was led on, deliberately and used as a joke for the amusement of the 'populars.' In any case, it was a really 'cuntish' move, and well a part of me decided that I wasn't taking anything like this again.
For a while, I began to scour the internet and the world around me for inspiration. One day it came to me when I was watching a movie. Incidentally it was the American movie "Now you see me." Now the thing about this particular movie was that there was a character who specialised in mentalism and hypnotism. So I was watching this scene, the character makes physical contact with another via an arm pull for an hypnotic induction before issuing commands to the character involved. He then goes on to prove that the woman is really 'hypnotised' and thus removes her ability to move and speak. Whilst this seems fake and unrealistic, having done a bit of research I have concluded that what he did was very much real.
My mind, being the disturbed and twisted one that it was, drew a connection between the problem I had and this solution. Thus I got to work, researching and practicing. I would read articles about it in class, before going home at night to practice in front of a mirror. One thing I learnt quickly that confidence is key to pulling it off. If someone is not very confident in their delivery, it often leads it to be unconvincing. Fortunately I find myself to be reasonably articulate, as well as a decent enough actor to pull most things off. Another thing I learnt was that I needed practice- lots of it. See I pretty much had one chance to do whatever it was that I wanted to do. For example with Anna, I could only make one meeting without it looking suspicious and if I messed up then I don't even need to go into what the consequences would be for me. My solution to this problem; I went out and bought several disguises.
With the help of colour change contact lenses, a few wigs and some subtle changes in my wardrobe, I found it very easy to slip in and out different personas. Obviously, there were certain characteristics I couldn't change such as my height and to some extent, my body shape. But with the right clothes, I was able to pull off quite a few different looks. But I wanted to be ultra-cautious about my revenge, I made it clear to myself that I was not going to get caught and if there was something I could have done to have prevented it, then I would do it, regardless of the effort involved. So I went on trips up to different parts of the country, with the excuse to my parents that I was looking at uni/college open days or doing something else.
The first time that I tried my new skill, it failed, and the result was rather embarrassing. I could have stopped there but there was a voice in the back of my head that screamed for me to try again. I obliged and I realised that my results started to get better and better. There were a few individuals that I wasn't able to hypnotise but that wasn't a problem, from the successes that I had already gotten, I was becoming more confident in my ability. After a few long, hard months of steady practice, I could turn up to a place and successfully hypnotise every person that I met. But that wasn't enough. Not in my book. So I spent the rest of my academic career practising, spending hours and hours working on my technique, on different approaches and how to deal with different people. It was only near the tail end of my senior year when I began to feel confident enough in my abilities to pull of the revenge that I so craved.
I spent several days conducting what I coined "recon." I needed to establish a place that I would be able to pull off the hypnotism without other people looking suspicious. The Chinese do say that the one who decides where the fight is fought doubles his chances of winning. For something like this, nothing could be left to mere chance. After several days of brainstorming, I decided upon a place that best suited my plan; a tube station. Both Anna and myself travelled home from school by tube before taking a bus. When I thought about executing the plan, I realised that having lots of people around us would benefit me. For example, if I had succeeded and given her a command that was permanent like forgetting how to use cutlery it would fail. You know why? Well she's a smart one, I'll give her that and I could bet the first thing she would do is try to find out if someone drugged/did something to her. If I could hypnotise her quickly (which I pretty sure that I could do) the people around us could be my alibi if things went south. After all if it happened quickly, chances would be that no one would notice or suspect anything.
One day, after school I went home a bit early to prepare for my evening excursions. From taking the tube back with Anna several times, I knew in my head the train timetables back to front.
Dressed in a plain, dark navy hoody and jeans, I walked down to the station, knowing that Anna would arrive any second. Just when I was sure she was about to come out, I stopped a man who was walking next to me.
"Excuse me sir, I think you dropped this." I said holding up a half empty packet of gum.
"Err thanks." The man said uneasily as I put the packet in his hand before I pulled his arm and wove my magic onto him.
