Some people say I bring it upon myself. That I'm just asking for it. That just simply isn't true. I swear, I'm just minding my own business. Then he strikes.
It was after practice this morning. After Findor demolished us heart and soul, when I had absolutely nothing left in me to fight back, that's when he struck. I had just hefted my medicine ball back on the rack and was headed towards the locker room when I heard that voice.
"Hey, Holm!"
Even before I turned around I recognized that voice. The voice I hear in my nightmares. I turned around and saw behind me the monstrous visage of Jon Vimr.
Vimr and his posse.He glared at me, his water bottle in one hand and his goggles in the other. In the brightly lit hallway, his slightly tan chest shined like a beacon of death. His dark eyes flashed dangerously as he glared at me.
"Didn't I tell you not to come back here, Holm?"
I glanced around, looking for someone else in the area, someone to protect me. Big mistake. In my vain effort to find a savior, Vimr cleared the distance between us. He lifted his meaty hand, and in one smooth motion grabbed my shoulder and pushed me up against the wall. I felt his goggles pushing into my skin. He was so close to me now, I could smell the Gatorade on his breath.
"Look, Jon, I-" I stammered.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled. When he did, his voice broke its register: that's how I knew he was really mad. "I thought I told you never to show your face around here."
I tried to reason- oh God, I tried to reason. "Jon, I'm a member of the team too. I... I have to practice..."
He didn't like that at all. He threw his water bottle and screamed. "I DON'T CARE!" The bottle clattered nosily down the hallway, but to my chagrin, no one noticed and came to my rescue.
Evil personified.
"Didn't I tell you not to come back here, Holm?"
I glanced around, looking for someone else in the area, someone to protect me. Big mistake. In my vain effort to find a savior, Vimr cleared the distance between us. He lifted his meaty hand, and in one smooth motion grabbed my shoulder and pushed me up against the wall. I felt his goggles pushing into my skin. He was so close to me now, I could smell the Gatorade on his breath.
"Look, Jon, I-" I stammered.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled. When he did, his voice broke its register: that's how I knew he was really mad. "I thought I told you never to show your face around here."
I tried to reason- oh God, I tried to reason. "Jon, I'm a member of the team too. I... I have to practice..."
He didn't like that at all. He threw his water bottle and screamed. "I DON'T CARE!" The bottle clattered nosily down the hallway, but to my chagrin, no one noticed and came to my rescue.
Evil personified.His now empty hand clenched into a fist and launched itself into my gut. The force knocked the air from my lungs, and I slumped against the wall. Overcome by the earlier effort of swimming eight 200 FRIMs, I almost lost my breakfast, but I didn't want to give Vimr the satisfaction.
Suddenly he pulled his fist out and propped me up against the wall. I turned to see Mark Muthersbaugh walking cheerfully down the hallway away from the pool.
"Mark..." I whispered weakly. Jon's hand clamped down my shoulder like a vice. Wincing in pain, I shut up.
"Oh hey guys!" Mark said cheerfully, oblivious to my torment. "I'll see you at lunch, okay?"
Jon smiles and turns to Mark. "Yeah, sure." Mark entered the locker room, leaving me alone to my fate.
When the locker room door closes Vimr slapped me across the face. "You think you're clever, Holm? That little stunt will cost you."
The next five minutes were a blur of pain. When I could see straight again, Vimr stood above me, his almost-nude body covered in specks of my blood. He casually checked his hands and pulled one of my teeth out of his knuckles.
"If I see you here this afternoon, Holm, you're dead." With that he went into the locker room to wash off the evidence of his brutality.
I don't know what I'm going to do. None of the other swimmers believe me. They all love Vimr, and think he's just some nice guy. Mark Fino loves him, and will never believe me if I tell him the truth. The only one who knows Vimr's true nature is Eric Hardy, and we all know what happened to him.
I'm as good as dead.
Suddenly he pulled his fist out and propped me up against the wall. I turned to see Mark Muthersbaugh walking cheerfully down the hallway away from the pool.
"Mark..." I whispered weakly. Jon's hand clamped down my shoulder like a vice. Wincing in pain, I shut up.
"Oh hey guys!" Mark said cheerfully, oblivious to my torment. "I'll see you at lunch, okay?"
Jon smiles and turns to Mark. "Yeah, sure." Mark entered the locker room, leaving me alone to my fate.
When the locker room door closes Vimr slapped me across the face. "You think you're clever, Holm? That little stunt will cost you."
The next five minutes were a blur of pain. When I could see straight again, Vimr stood above me, his almost-nude body covered in specks of my blood. He casually checked his hands and pulled one of my teeth out of his knuckles.
"If I see you here this afternoon, Holm, you're dead." With that he went into the locker room to wash off the evidence of his brutality.
I don't know what I'm going to do. None of the other swimmers believe me. They all love Vimr, and think he's just some nice guy. Mark Fino loves him, and will never believe me if I tell him the truth. The only one who knows Vimr's true nature is Eric Hardy, and we all know what happened to him.
I'm as good as dead.
Someone please stop this man before he kills again.
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