Post by mason on Dec 6, 2010 1:40:08 GMT -6
MASONDAVISONSTEEL
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
I'm Mason Davison Steel, fuckers. Did you not see where I put that? Up at the top? God, this is retarded. Why do I even have to F*cking fill this out? Okay, apparently it's required. F*cking hell then. I guess I'll do it. So, the friends call me Mace. You know, like the pepper spray? Spelled like it too. Pretty F*cking funny, right? Yeah. They thought so. The guys back in juvy, especially. The guys back home used to spell it with an s. Mase. Closer to the name, right? But when the juvy boys found out why I was in there they, I don't know, started spelling it with a c whenever they were forced to write it down. I don't know, unconsciously or some shit like that. Who the F*ck knows, I'm not a shrink.
“Next question, how’s school?”
School? Why the F*ck are we talking about school? All right, apparently because this is a school I'm supposed to talk about my life in previous schools. I hope this isn't one of those things where you're supposed to lie and say you were the perfect student, because I wasn't. I went to a public school. I was the quarterback. It was pretty awesome. I have a great arm. Best in the state, they used to say. Well, they still do. But for different reasons. Anyway, so I was not F*cking great at school. My grades are okay, but the better grades I got I usually had some F*cking nerd do. Like, why the F*ck should I have to do school, I'm the F*cking quarterback, right? Like they need me. The team sucked without me. So, I dunno, I got by okay because they really wanted me there.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
Well I was kind of the stereotypical jock, so I was doing what you'd expect -- getting drunk or high and cheating on my girlfriend. All fun, all fun, you know? That was before I met Her, you know. She changed everything. But anyway, back to the story. So I was partying and F*cking around. I lived in a small town where I was sorta a celebrity. No F*cking body was going to turn in the star quarterback for the high school football team. Like I said, the team sucked before I got there.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
How are my relationships with my parents? Well they used to be pretty good. My dad was, I dunno, F*cking proud of me, and my stepmom didn't nag me about too much shit. It was pretty good. I had a younger brother -- well, half brother -- who was a total fag. Shithead. We didn't really get along. But that really all changed, they're hospitalized now. And I expect they're pretty pissed at me for doing it.
My friends? Well I made friends in juvy, course, and well obviously I'm not gonna write to them or some shit like that. But we were pretty good. 'Cept the ones who called me crazy. They wound up F*cking dead. Well, not dead. But I did send one into a coma and break two other guys' arms. I'd do anything She told me to.
And then friends back home? Like out of juvy and this school and shit? Well no, not really. Obviously I had a ton, but they liked me less after what I did to their sisters. Or moms. Or girlfriends. Hell, some of them even tried to attack me for it. Bastards. That was a really, really bad move. Scarlett was pissed.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Describe myself? The F*ck is this? Whoever wrote these questions is a F*cking retard. Okay so I'm supposed to describe myself. Like F*cking whatever. Okay, so I'm six foot even. Blond. Don't know about my eyes, maybe blue? I don't really spend a lot of time in the mirror trying to figure out the exact F*cking shade of my eyes. But I think they're blue. Anyway, so I'm a pretty big guy. Used to spend a lot of time in the gym bulking up. Spent a lot of time training in juvy, too. So basically I'm pretty big from all that.
Shrinks try to tell me I'm crazy. They try to tell me Scarlett's not real. But F*ck them, you know? If I can see Her, touch Her, F*ck Her, then she's real, right? I mean that's just a stupid question. You ask me, they're the crazy ones. They tell me I'm highly violent, highly dangerous. Really, I'm just doing what Scarlett says. Scarlett always knows best. She told me that. She said "I always know best." And she does, it's true. I do what she says and She rewards me, says I'm Her good little boy. She takes care of me. God, She's F*cking perfect. It's like, I could never get tired of Her, right? She always can come up with something new. And really, I don't think I'm creative enough to imagine something like her.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
Isn't that why I'm applying for this school? What the F*ck ever, I guess we already established that the questions here are F*cking retarded. All right. So one day, I'm just F*cking sitting there. I'd met Scarlett by now, but she'd only told me to do little things so far -- take things out of my friend's lockers, burn my homework, that type of shit. And so I'm just F*cking sitting there, at home, in my room. And she leans over, looking all sexy, and tells me that she needs me to do something. She needs me to go downstairs and F*ck my sister. She says if I do that then she'll reward me. So I go downstairs, and into her room -- she had a bedroom on the first floor, the only bedroom on the first floor -- and I start taking her pants off. She asks me, Mase, what are you doing? Just like that. She seemed pretty calm at first. But she figured it out soon enough. And she started freaking out. She screamed "Mason, stop it!" But Scarlett was there, and she told me not to stop. I'd do anything Scarlett said.
Well my F*cking parents didn't like that much. They heard all the screaming and came in. Scarlett told me to stop my dad and F*ck my mom, too. She said to F*ck my mom and my sister together. So I bloodied up my dad a bit, then fucked my mom and sister while he watched. I tied him to a chair. And I fucked them pretty rough too. So they were all pretty bloody by the time it was done. Scarlett said that I needed to tie all of them up, slash all the phone lines. I did, and I set them up in the attic. Locked up there pretty good. Then Scarlett said I needed to go take a shower and go find my girlfriend. I washed off and texted her. She was about to finish at cheer practice. Scarlett and I drove over there and I told all the girls to get in my car, on Scarlett's orders of course. Then I drove them all out to the sketchy part of town and fucked 'em on the hood of my car. It was pretty easy, in their little cheerleader skirts. Easy access, you know? Well they didn't like that so much, so I had to beat them up afterward for being naughty. Then I kicked them out of my van and left them there, naked, bloody, and phoneless.
Scarlett and I carried on like that for a few more hours. She was determined for me to F*ck every female I could before they caught me. It was pretty fun. Then after that, when I was in the cop car, Scarlett gave me her reward. Well, the cop didn't like us F*cking in the backseat that much. He kept trying to get us to stop, but we ignored him. Scarlett didn't like him that much. Scarlett doesn't like a lot of people though. She says I'm the only one She needs to make happy. And she does, she makes me really F*cking happy.
“Why did you do it?”
Well, that's pretty F*cking easy. Because Scarlett told me to. I'd do anything Scarlett told me to, and I have. We bloodied up a small town, drove one of our shrinks insane, terrorized a juvenile delinquent center. She always gives me the best rewards. But it's not just about the F*cking. She's, like, a good person. Makes me feel good and shit. If I don't do what She says right away, I know I'll feel horrible. She said I'll feel sick, and very very unhappy. So I have to do what She says. I don't mind though.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
Well that one is still under discussion. Some of them said that my mom and sister was the worst. I thought it might be my friend Mikey's mom. I mean that was probably the roughest one. She was pretty F*cking broken by the time I was done with her. Some people thought that the... what was the term... "psychological terror" -- did I get that right? Yeah? Okay good -- I gave my shrink, Bree, was the worst. They say she's totally F*cking nuts now. Sits in a cell all day, pulling her hair out and biting people who try to touch her. Me, I thought that one was pretty F*cking funny. Like, you try to tell me I'm crazy, I'll show you who's crazy, bitch. Irony and shit.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
You know what? That might be the shrink one. I mean, she was so F*cking high and mighty when I met her. So cocky. And I put her in her place. I showed that bitch. It started out with the little things. I'd tell her how good it was, how fulfilling it was to obey Scarlett. She'd insist that Scarlett wasn't real. I'd reiterate. That's a word I learned from her. Isn't it nice? Reiterate. One of her finer moments. So anyway, I demanded constant visits to her. I monopolized her time. I told her everything, and some things I made up. Scarlett told me how to slowly penetrate her mind. How to hypnotize her with my voice. It was possibly the hardest thing I've ever done, but it was so worth it. So worth it when I saw the new shrink, and heard what had happened to Bree. It was so F*cking funny.
"Got any vices?"
Oh, I used to. I didn't smoke cigarettes, because I'm an athlete. I smoked weed though, did steroids, drank... all that shit. Pretty sure I was addicted, too. But Scarlett changed all that. If she tells me not to drink, I don't drink. Same with anything else. I can and will do anything she says. It was hard, at first, but when she rewarded me it made me feel so good that I forgot all about my supposed "vices." Not just in my dick, in my whole F*cking body. Like, F*ck, I can't even describe it. I'm such a lucky F*cker. I know that.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Honestly? I wouldn't change a F*cking thing. I'm sure you got this by now but as long as She's happy, I'm happy. And she's really happy. She liked it when my lawyer suggested I go here. I wasn't expecting to here from my lawyer again, my case had been closed a long time ago. But after I got into some fights at juvy -- remember, I told you about those -- he suggested I move to a more "nurturing" environment. Scarlett said it would be fun. She liked the idea, and She's happy where we are. So I wouldn't change a thing. Does that sound weird? Well, hell. I guess it does coming from a convict.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Well, after I'd hit a few of the houses around town, someone had called the police. I don't know who. They started tailing me while I was driving to my buddy Jake's house. Scarlett said to outrun them. I did, I really F*cking tried to, but there were so many of them. Scarlett wasn't happy with me at all. It was awful. That was probably the worst moment of my life. And like I just F*cking said, after the fights in juvy, my lawyer recommended that I transfer here.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Okay now that is just a F*cking retarded question. Of course I do. Scarlett told me. She said, you've been a naughty boy, you deserve to be here. No, really, She just told me right now. She's been helping me fill these out. She's smarter than me. Usually I find smart girls a little bit of a turnoff but not Scarlett, she makes it totally hot. And that's what She said, I belong here. It's true though. I did rape and bloody up those people. I heard I even managed to kill Mikey's dad. Didn't mean to, but he wouldn't get out of the way. Anybody who gets in my way usually ends up pretty bad.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
Haven't I F*cking done enough? All right, all right, I'll tell you. So I already told you I was a F*cking celebrity, right? It was pretty nice. The school sucked before I started playing on the team. I was a quarterback freshman year. F*cking freshman year. I was just that good. You know? The whole town was so F*cking grateful to me. We did really well that season, better than we'd done in years. Everyone was sure I'd get a football scholarship in a couple of years. Everyone.
I'd already fucked most of the girls in town before Scarlett told me to do it all again. They threw themselves at me. I was dating this girl, Marcy, for a while... she was hot. But she wasn't around all the time, and other girls were. I didn't really feel all that guilty about cheating on her. I didn't really like her all that much, you know? I mean, she was fine, but she was kind of... brunette for me. I only dated her because she was head cheerleader. I felt like I should be a... what's the word? oh yeah, stereotype. So I felt like I should date her and be a stereotype.
I can't tell you exactly when I met Scarlett. I feel like she was always there, always watching. When I was in kindergarten, she told me to throw things at my teacher. When I was in lower school, she told me to beat up people. I still beat up people through middle school, but she told me to do other things too. She liked it when I partied. She almost never spoke to me, though, until some time in high school. So I usually say that's when I met her. Before that, I'd just get an order every couple of years and the constant sense of her watching me. But, I dunno, we didn't really like F*cking talk until some time in high school. So I guess that's when I really "met" her. And now I'm done talking, that cool?
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial: Steel, Mason D.
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: 11/7, 18
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 18, new student
Grade: 12
Health issues: Mentally unstable.
Other: Can be very violent given opportunity. Should not be psychoanalyzed by the faint of heart.
Race: Caucasian
DOB and Age: 11/7, 18
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 18, new student
Grade: 12
Health issues: Mentally unstable.
Other: Can be very violent given opportunity. Should not be psychoanalyzed by the faint of heart.
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