Three boys were sitting alone in the common room discussing something animatly.
"David, you are so stupid. I will be the one on top and you will be nothing!" Brandon exclaimed to his friend. David scrounched up his nose and turned his head shouting "Brandon you will be no where when we are adults. You are evil and crule, honestly I have no idea why we are freinds. There is absolutely nothing that justifies murder."
"I think David is right, Brandon, killing people would be wrong. There is nothing as the perfect crime, everyone is eventually caught." Phillilp piped in. Brandon shushed him, not likeing the fact that he was being ganged up on.
"Come now boys, we are smarter, better and have greater recources then any common murderer. There would be no way that any stupid police officer could ever catch me. Never catch any one of us. They are so dumb that nothing bad could happen to us." Brandon reasoned.
Phillip's face contorted into a vicious sneer recalling all of the small people that would be justifable to plainly get rid of. All the people who whould simply be put out of their missery, for another lesser person just to fill up. The smallest one started to curl into himself thinking of all the horrid things that he could do to someone uneducated and replacable. "I think that Brandon's right. They are all bugs, we are the people who could simply crush them. There are tens of hundreds of them. Everytime one dies ten swoop to take his place. They are all dogs, and we are their masters. It would be right for us to take them all out of the cycle. Maybe if we kill enough of them the race will grow, and someone right would take their place, someone smarter, harder working. Maybe-"
"We would turn into people worse then the bugs." David interjected. "You two are talking crazy, there is no justifing a human's death. Uneducated or lazy a person is a person, how you two don't see that is beyond me, and I truely wish to not understand. I would truely rather not be apart of your madness. Talking about takeing another human life, for sport. For hope to expand the human race? To kill enough of them? How many people do you really think deserve to die? I'm sorry but I no longer wish to be part of a mad sport for power. Good day!" David briskly jogged out of the small room, wishing to find someone who was almost saine at the least.
Two messed up little boys were all that was left. Two professors in dire need to prove their theory. They now, really didn't care how or when, but they were going to prove their point to that boy one of these days.
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