like Offspring," Trevor said. He was sitting on the floor, using
his hand to spin the front wheels of his skateboard.
was casually flipping through a stack of CDs, looking for a computer
game. He made a puke-face to show his opinion of the band. "They
held up a CD. "Here it is--'Final Doom.'"
that the one where they tear the heads off?" Trevor asked.
But you can shoot them with all kinds of heavy weapons like rocket
launchers and flame throwers."
considered the appeal of such mayhem.
Chandler waved his arms and made a pained expression to illustrate
the agony of the victims. "And some of them go 'ahhhhhh,' when they
jumped up. "Totally bad. Let me see."
computer screen flickered and flashed as e-gladiators charged through
a hail of flame and exploding shrapnel. Chandler gave the joy stick
to Trevor, who was soon scoring points as he bombed and flamed the
house is so neat," Trevor said. "You get to do all this stuff."
nothing," Chandler replied.
seriously," Trevor said, handing the joy stick back. "I can't do
nothing. My mom always says it's too much this or to much that."
that mean no Internet?"
struck the skateboard wheels, which made a long "wheee" sound. "My
dad sits for hours on the Internet," he said. "But my mom says I'm
not mature enough to make decisions."
used his hand to stop the spinning wheels. "I don't know," he said.
"Not to look at any good stuff, I guess."
put the game on pause. "Let's do something."
know," Trevor said, "if we string a wire across the bike path, when
kids come whizzing along real fast, it'll cut off their heads."
you know the wire won't just bust?" Chandler asked.
dad gots this special wire called cable. It can't break."
was unconvinced. "I bet it can too break."
and Trevor skated over to Trevor's house. The cable was in the garage,
but it was too tangled to use.
the way back to Chandler's house, a passing car made Trevor fall
and bang his knee.
bet the wire wouldn't cut off their heads anyway," Chandler said.
bet it'd be awesome if it went through their stomachs," Trevor replied.
"I mean, they'd get cut right in half. How long you think the top
half could keep screaming, anyway?"
thought for a moment. "Probably only, like five seconds or something."
if the guy was holding his breath?"
brought a look of disgust to Chandler's face. "Dumb-ass. You can't
yell and hold your breath."
hobbled around to test the condition of his knee. "What about if
you shoot a guy through the throat with a bow and arrow? Would they
stay alive very long?"
don't know," Chandler answered. "Your knee OK?"
I heard you can make a bomb out of bleach and...something else...I
nothing. I know how to make the Oklahoma City bomb. You know, the
one they blew up the building with."
winced as he put his weight on the leg. "Where'd you get that?"
so. Plus, I found a bunch of porno stuff like 'Teen Sluts' and 'Perverts
me," Trevor demanded.
Bomb or sex?"
typed an address into the computer. A few seconds later a banner
appeared on the screen, "The Anarchist Web Page." Trevor clicked
on the "Activities" icon, then scrolled through the choices until
he found the bomb recipe:
TO MAKE A FERTILIZER BOMB
Fertilizer (GREEN THUMB or ORTHO)
a pouch out of the newspaper and put some fertilizer in
it. Then put cotton on top. Soak the cotton with fuel. Then
light and run like you have never ran before! This blows
up 500 square feet so don't do it in an alley!!
that totally bad or what?" Trevor said. "Your dad got any fertilizer
compost," Chandler replied. "You think that'd work?"
unless you wanted to make a stink bomb."
want to really explode something," Trevor said. "I know what.
My dad, he gots the right kind. We can use that."
we blow up?" Chandler asked.
don't know. Hey, maybe we could scare some people in the park.
I gots this model rocket detonator. We could run wires to it and
resumed killing enemies in the "Doom" game. "The thing didn't
say how much to use."
think it matters much?" Trevor asked.
don't know. You want a big scare or a little one?"
thought for a moment. "Big."
much stuff does your father have?"
don't know. A big bag."
should be enough," Chandler replied. My dad has a couple gallons
of stove fuel. We can use that instead of Diesel. Plus we can
use a firecracker. I got an M-80. That'll make sure the whole
thing blows up real good."
Trevor said, "but I gots to be home by five. I can't be late for
was already past three. Chandler and Trevor hurriedly gathered
the bomb ingredients. They put everything into several plastic
grocery bags so they could haul it on their bikes to the park.
They dug a hole on a hillside, about ten feet above the hiking
trail. Chandler poured fuel into each bag as he put it into the
hole. Trevor carefully taped the detonator to the fuse of the
M-80, placing it on top of the bags.
boys completed the set-up, running the detonator wires to a spot
where they could observe hikers walking along the trail.
a few minutes, a group of girls approached. Chandler and Trevor
started to giggle.
girls were older--probably in high school. When they got to the
spot below the bomb, they paused as one girl stooped to tie her
shoe. Chandler nudged Trevor. "Now, dumb-ass. What ya waiting
sat up to take one last look at the girls. "I don't know," he
whispered, shaking his head.
punched Trevor's arm. "Do it."
clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and pressed the detonator.
The fuse on the M-80 hissed when it ignited. One of the girls
M-80 made a sharp "boom." The girls ran shrieking down the trail.
Dust and the smell of stove fuel filled the air.
and Trevor hurried over to examine the remains.
wasn't a very big explosion," Chandler said, looking at the debris.
Fertilizer and bits of the plastic bags were scattered over the
poked through the remains with a stick. "Maybe we should try it
with cotton and newspapers like the Internet said."
bet we should of put the M-80 under the bags."
We could get some more fertilizer," Chandler said. "Let's try
picked up his bike. "Maybe tomorrow," he said. "No, I can't tomorrow,
either. I got Karate."
do it now," Chandler insisted. "I got another M-80."
Trevor replied. "I gots to get home. If I'm late for dinner again,
I get grounded the rest of the week."
no TV or nothing."
let out a sigh. "Your parents are sure strict."
started off on his bike. "I know. Stupid, isn't it?"