Some time ago, there was boy. Dustin was his name. He had many disabilities, some including autism, a complete absence of pain, and albinism. He was in his mid twenties when he was finally able to get junior in high school. His age didn't matter however.

Dustin would go to school like every other student. He was naïve and didn't know much at all, making him a target for people doing whatever they wanted to him.

There were three students that took advantage of this far too much.

Because Dustin didn't know what pain was, as he couldn't feel it, these three students would shove him in a closet that they soundproofed and take out whatever weapons they had. Knives, forks from the cafeteria, guns even. Then they would attack him without mercy. They wanted a reaction from him, but he never gave one. They just tried harder though. They would leave him and go back to class while he passed out from blood loss. He was often sent home but no one knew who afflicted the pain. Dustin's family was too poor to send him to another school and too busy at work to homeschool him.

So he suffered. Until one day. Everything clicked. It was a normal day of him being attacked. And when he came home, his parents told him to stay away from these people he called his friends.

Dustin went into a mental breakdown. He sobbed, not wanting to accept it.

As he layed in bed that night, he felt something strange. Pain. It stung. So much. He couldn't take it, but he couldn't move. Soon he understood what it was. He understood everything. What was happening to him, what this feeling was,why his parents told him to stay away. But he knew that he was only going to see them one last time...

Come morning Dustin grabbed his bag without eating and took the largest knife in the cutlery drawer and put it in his bag. Then he went to his father's shed and grabbed whatever he could find. He ended up with a saw, an axe, and a knife. He felt that was all he needed. He then went to school like any other day, though he had a sickening grin on his face.

As they day went by, Dustin waited impatiently for the three who had caused him so much pain. At the break came, the three approached Dustin and took him inside the closet. He still had his bag.

He shut the door and locked it from the inside, sliding the key out the door with the same sickening grin. He set his bag down and took out the knife. Then, with an innocent look, he asked "What is this?"

The three stood in shock and then began laughing. As they were distracted, Dustin attacked. He was only able to stab two of them, the third was able to move away for a mere moment before Dustin was able to stab him too.

He put the still living boys on the ground and took out his other weapons of choice, laying one of them at the feet of each boy.

He then started his work. Taking the knife, he crawled up the side of one of the boys. He started laughing and began to repeatedly stab the boy in the chest and stomach. The screams of the boy was music to Dustin's ears. 

The other two were trying to move away, but due to the small space and lack of key, were unable to. 

Dustin finished one third of his job, picking up the bloody corpse and resting it against the wall so that it was standing. He lifted the blade to his mouth and licked off the blood with a sound of pure... Pleasure... He then grabbed the wrist of another boy who had taken hold of his gun. 

Dustin wasn't going to be hurt again. He shoved his body into the other's and snatched the gun, throwing it to the side. He jammed the knife to the other side of the boy's chest and took him to the ground, grabbing the axe. "Have you ever heard the old nursery rhyme?" Dustin asked. "Little Sally had an axe..." He started to hack at the boys body. "... She gave her mother forty whacks...." He kept hacking. "When we saw what she had done..." He stared into the eyes of the new corpse. "She gave her father forty one." He then raised the axe and sent it down, decapitating the boy's head. He lifted it by the hair and turned it so it was facing the last living boy. "I'm sorry darling... But this is what happens..." He whispered and dropped the head. He kicked away the head and body, dragging down the last boy.

He took the knife, axe, and saw. He then started to cut an ovel in the boy's chest. It was a deep cut, and done smoothly enough that he could peel the skin right off. Taking the saw, he cut off the boy's legs... Then his arms... And then a finger, which he tore apart and took a bone out, pocketing it. The boy was still alive yet. 

Dustin started removing more skin, revealing all the vital organs... He laughed hysterically and started to cut them out, one by one. Stomach, bladder, liver, intestines, spleen... Then he took the rib bones in his hands and broke them off. Cutting out the lungs, he stared at the heart with pure delight. He looked at the dead boy and jammed his hand inside the warm, blood soaked body, ripping out the heart slowly. It felt so good in his hand. Warm and bloody like the rest of the body. 

The boy was now hollowed out in the torso. Dustin was now a murderer. But he loved it. With the blood of the hallowed out body, he wrote 'youre next' on the wall. 

He jammed the knife into the wall, pinning the intestines to the wall. With the other organs, he decorated the corpses. He then took his axe and hacked his way through the door, slowly walking out. Blood pooling in the hall. A shiver was sent up Dustin's spine as he slowly walked out of the school without anyone knowing. From then on, he would go to murder dozens and dozens of people, much in the same way....

He became known as the Dice Murderer, as he used a die to decide what weapon he would use. And that's my story of Dustin, a story to teach you to never fuck with people. You never know when karma will come to you.