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Having only a few seconds to consider my options, I moved silently and quickly, getting out of the lower bed of the bunk bed. How I knew they would attack and when they would attack was beyond me and still is to this day. Somehow I just knew they would come for me at that very moment.
    I moved silently to the center of the small dorm cloaked in the absolute dark that currently enveloped the room. My eyes struggled to seek out shapes while they adapted to the murky room. The boys approached. They complained in whispers as they bumped into walls and stubbed toes into bedframes. The thumping of blood in my ears intensified as one by one my assailants crept passed me, so close they almost touched me. They were so close in fact that I could feel the heat from their bodies and smell the faint odor of soap on their skin from their recent ablutions.
    Amazed that they were completely unaware of my proximity, I took full advantage of the situation and decided to strike using the element of surprise. The sense of power I gained in those moments was immeasurable. Time and the dark were now my allies, and, since I had no moral limitations, my options were wide open, and I decided to do something spectacular. The beast within was released. Its craving for blood would be sated that night.
    As the last boy passed by me, I struck. I cupped my hand over his mouth and brought the tip of the long-bladed knife to bear on the side of his neck. I could feel his skin attempt to remain intact as I pressed the blade still harder. It finally accepted the inevitable and allowed the sharp edge to penetrate the elastic epidermis. The knife was extremely sharp. I had pocketed it during my recent visit to the kitchens for the express reason I now lay out before you. It felt like I was gutting a fish, but in this case it was a human child. I slid the knife easily between his spine and throat, the blade penetrating from one side of his neck to the other. As it protruded from the far side, I began to cut with a sawing motion forwards, and in no time at all I had severed his arteries and trachea. In the time it took for his hands to come to his throat, the deed was already done.
    He grabbed briefly at his neck where I had cut, and the last of the air from his lungs gurgled and bubbled through the impossibly wide aperture that I had created. His arms dropped to his sides, and finally his head flopped backwards, encouraged gently with a slight pull of his hair with my hand. My eyes had adapted somewhat to the inky gloom within the dorm and were helped further by a little extra moonlight. I could see the white bone of his exposed spine. With a loud crack his spine snapped, while I encouraged his head backwards yet further. Blood continued to gush upwards for a few more seconds in a miniature fountain as he dropped to his knees. He then fell forward and hit the floor with a thud. A second smaller thud could be heard moments later when his lifeless head struck the floor, carried forward by its own inertia.
    Moonlight now illuminated the room fully, subjecting the witnesses to a horrifying monochrome nightmare. The gutted boy’s fingers twitched a couple of times as they performed a miniature cabaret in the growing pool of the thick, sticky ink that once coursed through his veins.
    As the blood blossomed outwards, I stood amongst the sprayed and spreading fluids with my arms out to my sides and my head angled back, looking up to the moon through the window. Covered from head to toe in blood, I was revealed for what I was, and I reveled in the moment. I could have stayed there longer, standing in the midnight-black gloss lake at my feet, but someone turned the lights on, breaking the magical moment. The blinding light illuminated the macabre scene and everyone in the dorm, bringing to an end the night’s bloody nightmare and starting one that the remaining boys would now endure until the day they died. Several lost control of their bladders, along with their minds,