i have no plans to continue this short. it is simply a product of my mind, curious as to how it would play out. as morbid as it is, i will not let this happen to me, nor will i givei t a chance to. robert will not attack me because i will be tlaking with uswin outside and away from the sac in an open area with people around accompanied by david.
it happened so fast that it was blur. the event playedo ut in slow motion like some sick horror playing out in front of thep ublics eyes. a scruffy looking blond man with a baseball cap bolted from his seat in front of a beat up old laptop and decked another man while he was talking with someone. the scruffy looking man had a look of rage in his eyes that could only be satiated one way. he punched the man again and again in a calm but stern motion, till his intended victom no longer moved. he then calmly wrapped his hands around his victoms neck and to the horror of all those watched, squeezed the life out of the other man over a period of five minutes. even after morgan was dead, robert still wrenched his hands tighter till morgans adams apple popped inwards with a sadistic crunch. "ID LIKE TO SEE YOU WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT YOU STUPID FUCKER!" robert screamed into morgans ear, finally satisfied that he did what hed been waiting to do all those days since the release of morgans drunk blog. the student activities center was deathly silent, as if every persons inability to speak had been rendered useless. then it snuck out, a whisper at first, but quickly became something thunderous and ugly. a nearby woman let out a small scream of terror, then another woman till the whole room was in an uproar over the twisted train wreck they watched unfold before their very eyes. "YOU KILLED HIM!" a random rubbernecker said as he stupidly checked morgans pulse, knowing full well the corpse had no pulse left to check. the campus police rushed in and took robert to the floor, wrenching his arms behind him while the laughing homeless man berated and cursed the dead body only three feet away. they read him his miranda rights and took him into custody as the aftermath of the death soon swept across the room. robert had done it, as hated and despised for his actions as he was, he had done it. robert had shut morgan james gavin up for good. it was a sweet and tender moment, 'no more reading any of his horribly written excuses for blogs!' he thought proudly to himself as the media storm enveloped the small campus of victor valley colledge. "tonight at 11-""homeless man kills student-""campus in shock-" it was relentless as everyone who had witnessed the horrible moment suddenly and without warning became enveloped in the spotlight. "it was apparrently over a drunk email-""he encouraged me to send it out-""he was a deceptive evil person-""didnt deserve this-""sources say robert had a strong resentment towards morgan-" at the center of it, robert only thought of his sick rightly earned victory. he didnt careo ne way or the other what any thought, said or did. "he posted a record-""a complete log of events leading up to the day of his death-""the parents of morgan are grieving the loss of their son-" even after the storm had ended, even after morgan was buried and gone, even after robert was imprisoned for murder one charges, assualt and battery, and everything else. robert only thought of himself. the media storm had left the campus drained of any vitality it had. with the bad press, rumours started flying left and right about what other unnoticed crimes were being committed. in the end, only the sick individual "treebeard" robert could still be happy. he had killed the one thing more annoying in the world, and it was worth thel ife sentence the act had caused him.
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