Mister Nice Guy

The straggler was a cute nine year old boy with big thick rimmed spectacles, he was on the otherside of the gallery, Jason Upson who was the supervisor of this educational outing ran over and led him back to the main group. It was a visit to the history museum, Jason was a teacher, he had been teaching at the school for children with special needs for about two years.
'Okay kids, let's get together for a group photo!' He motioned the children of ages between eight to twelve years together, as he positioned his digital camera for the shot. 'Say cheese!' Not all the children smiled, it was often hard to get them to cooperate, but all the same, Jason loved to keep a record of the class he taught.

When he had driven the kids back to the school in the bus to be later picked up by their parents, he decided to drop by at the principle's office. The principle was Jane Dorkings, an elderly lady who loved children and cats. He knocked at the door, and went in. Jane was sitting at the desk reviewing the school's budget and funding reports.
'Hello Jason, it's always a pleasure to see you!' she spouted merrily.

'Good afternoon Jane, I need a moment of your time, are you busy?'

'Not at all Jason! By the way, you did a great job today with the kids at the museum. It can be so demanding looking after retarded children.'

'Mentally challenged.' corrected Jason.

'I'm sorry?'

'Erm, you mean mentally challenged children.'

'Oh, oh pardon me.' She blushed, 'Forgive me Jason, I have been in the business for so long, I'm still using politically incorrect terms from yester-year!' Jason smiled. She continued, 'So what did you want to talk to me about?'

'I'd like to ask for your permission to leave about half an hour earlier next Wednesday. I've got to make a speech at the environmental committee.'

'That shouldn't be a problem Jason, you're a great asset to the school, and for all the overtime you've done... I'll get someone to cover for you.' She smiled.

'Thank you Jane.' Jason turned towards the door, hesitated, and turned back to the principle, 'By the way, there's a fundraiser for abused animals this weekend, I'm doing a charity run, would you like to perhaps donate?'

Jane reached into her purse, handed a couple of fifty dollar bills to Jason and beamed happily. He thanked her and left.

When Jason arrived home, he found his wife, Jane, in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was a beautiful blonde haired vegan hippy whom he had met 3 years ago at a festival in Goa. She heard him come through the door, 'Hi honey! how was work today?'

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck, 'Mmmm, I missed you so much!' She smiled.

Jason walked over to the computer in the room adjacent to the kitchen and took the camera from his bag and plugged it in. The day's photographs slowly uploaded and dealt themselves across the screen into a gallery.

'I think something's wrong with Daryl again, could you maybe take a look at him?' shouted his wife.

'Okay darling, I'll take him up to my study, maybe observe him for a few days.' He printed out the pictures and showed his wife.

'Awww, those kids are sooo cute and lovely, you're such a wonderful man, I'm so glad I married you!' she cooed.

Jason put the printouts into a folder, then on the way to his study, grabbed the rabbit hutch that was sitting on the floor of the living room. He fumbled into his pockets, and found the key to his study. He quickly scanned the area, before nimbly disappearing behind the door, locking it behind him.

The study was Jason's private space that was out of bounds to his wife. The walls were adorned with photos of the kids that he taught. On one side, the words, 'I hate fuckin retards' were spray painted over the pictures. Darts, knives and scissors stuck in other pock marked printouts. He picked up a commando knife that was sitting on his desk, pulled a picture of the cute kid with big glasses from the folder and stabbed it forcefully into the wall with the weapon.

Along one face of the room was a steel counter with a microwave, cutting board, a bread knife and an open package of sliced bread. He removed the rabbit from it's cage and placed it onto the board. He pushed firmly onto the abdomen of the squirming animal, pinning it down, and grabbed the bread knife and began sawing through it's neck. Blood spurted and the rabbit screamed as the knife cut through flesh, bone, arteries and tendons, eventually the creature stopped moving and it's head rolled off the edge of the chopping board. He placed the head in between a couple of slices of bread and put it on a plate in the microwave. He pressed a few buttons and after a few minutes, a loud popping sound could be heard and the glass door of the microwave was covered in blood.