Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 13: The Angel from my Nightmare

Written by: Agent 182

He fell.

He fell from the heavens above and landed with a dull thud.

The scream- and the sickening crush bleed into the thud- causing one sound.

Tears came to pale blue eyes- but red slowly swirled into , dr, drenching the blue and white.

Crimson rained down from his eyes and onto his pale naked body.

Fragments of once pearly bones stuck through white feathers- they were now dripping with scarlet.

He cried.

Oh, how he cried.

But his tears soon died out. He wasn’t weak like humans . . . He crawled to his feet miserably. With a stomach churning snap, his bones quickly mended themselves, knitting torn skin together- but the pain still remained.

His wings- oh god how they hurt. The pain was excruciating, cutting him to the bone. The agony was head splitting and jaw wrenching but he dealt with i

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His now red eyes surveyed the surroundings.

An empty park . . .

His eyes looked to his bloody hands- then to a deep pond. In no time, he was submerged in the clear liquid, his body cleansed of the sweet blood. His twisted and broken wings were now a pale pink as he stepped free from the ice cold water. The limp wings were resting against his back. His body was already so cold-so cold that he felt nothing. Nothing but the pain from his wings.

Red glanced up and he wasn’t surprised to see a golden ring missing. No halo . . .

He grinned in spite of the rising dread. He hadnuiteuite gotten what he desired but he knew exactly how to get back. Oh, he knew.

But first- he had to search.

Search for the one that could bring him back.

And he found nothing- with a frown he sat upon the lush grass. Inquiring what he should do until he finds that . . . one . . . Then he knew what he had to do as he heard the sounds of a man and a n wan walking his way. With a quick intake of breath his body began to shrink to that of a small child, a soft coo at his throat as the husband and wife appeared.

And everything was perfect.

So perfect . . .

Years passed . . .

Then more . . . until he saw her . . .

The light . . . it shown brightly through the crowd as he made his way towards her, his chin, tilted up ever so slightly. He was better- so much better than these pathetic humans . . .

With a smile and a silky voice, he whispered hello.

She turned to face him, deep blue eyes, golden brown hair crossing over them for a moment.

It was her.

The light.

Her smile lit up the area- her soul’s warmth radiating off her and towards the fallen angel.

“Hi.” She answered- her warm smile and comforting eyes causing the angel’s smile to broaden.

He extended his arm forward, his hand moving towards hers’. “My name is Skyler.” He had eyes to match the name, the brightest blue she had ever seen. A smile came to her glossy lips and she took his hand in her’s, shaking gingerly.

“Heather.”

“Heather . . . what a beautiful name.” A light blush came to the female’s cheeks as he purred this. His eyes only seductively half open. Her eyes stared into his for a moment, but she turned away and back to her 4 friends, who were currently giggling like 12 year old girls that had just seen a cute boy. But they had . . .

“Thanks. I’d love to talk but I should get going.” She removed the strong grip on her hand and turned back to her friends.

“As do I, it was a pleasure to meet you, Heather.” A chill went down her spine as he spoke her name, almost hissed it. She quickly disappeared from his sights, but her light still lingered as did her flowery scent.

From then on, all that consumed his thoughts was her.

The smile-

Her soul- it burned so brightly and could illuminate the blackness of his heart and that’s exactly what he needs . . .

Not wants . . .

NEEDS!

So, he waited, yet again.

And he realized what he must do.

So it began.

First went her friend Francis. Then Iris, Naomi, and Carla. So simple minded and so simple to kill.

They were all gone in less than 2 months, well, they were his main targets not to mention all the people on the side that he had killed. Just for fun. Yet, no name in red adjourned their walls . . . Not yet.

He had lost count of all his victims as he began his hunt.

And he had lost his mind- lost somewhere in the dark room he sat in, drifting in the black and never returning. He left it there in the house he would never return to. The house where he was loved, where he was wanted. He was . . . exactly

He felt no remorse as he ripped their organs free from their bodies- he laughed as he drank of their life. But it was tainted . . . It always was.

Then, it was her turn.

Oh how he waited for so long . . . too damn long . . .

And now . . .

She was easy to find, almost too easy. There was no fun in that.

First, he began with the phone calls slowly breaking her mind down to ingningness.

A jumble of thoughts and tears at her cheeks every time. She went to the police, like they always did, hoping that she could escape him. But no one has. And no one will. NO ONE!

She came back from the police station, a frown on her face- her soul brighter- yet so worn and tired.

He waited until the house grew dark and she was asleep- then he crept inside. The key to the house was made easily.

She slept in her bed, her blankets pulled over her slim frame and her pillow held under her head by her hands. The only sound was her low breathing as he neared her.

There it was- a growl. He froze- but his heart was not pounding as he caught sight of tan. Without a moment of hesitating, he spun his hands as he caught the dog’s head. It yelped and fell to the floor; it’s clean paws twitching every few seconds. Another innocent dead at his feet.

His eyes went to the stirring figure.

She’s awakening . . .

Her blue eyes opened to see a very unfamiliar man in her room.

His eyes . . .

Those eyes . . .

They glowed a deep crimson . . . like blood . . . like the blood that would soon fall . . . like the blood that had already dripped down his fingertips.

Short glossy ebony hair . . .

He stepped closer, his black trench coat brushing against the carpeted floor.

“GET OUT!” She shouted- her left hand reaching to the dresser and pulling cool metal into her hand.

“I don’t think so.” The voice replied softly. He moved to the end of the bed only to have a barrel of a gun pointing at his chest.

“Don’t move or I’ll shot! I swear I will!”

He smirked slyly. “Oh I don’t doubt you. But it is not a threat.” She got out of the bed; the gun still trained on him.

She pulled back the trigger.

The scent of gun powder and blood filled the air, along with a small amount of smoke that left the barrel of the gun. Her eyes stood wide as the small hole in his chest closed itself. She stepped back as a peaceful look remained on his face.

A low chuckle left his throat. It was amusing- her attempt to ‘kill’ him. She didn’t know he can never die.

Never . . .

The calm eyes seemed to change as something hit his mind. Something he tried to forg . . . . A chilling sickness passed through his blood red eyes and she stepped back again as a cruel smirk came to his face.

She let the weapon slip free from her hands and clatter almost soundlessly to the floor. A dull ache began in her heart. “Oh god . . .” She whispered lowly but he heard it. She had given up already . . .

He stepped closer. “Oh . . . he won’t help you. He’s the reason I am here . . .” His crimson eyes watched her every movement. His foot lifted as he stepped over the lifeless animal and he now stood in front of her shaking form.

The light . . .

It shown brightly . . .

She should have wings to accent those cerulean eyes. And she soon would.

His fist was against her skin within moments of his thoughts- oh she will have wings . . . and he would have his . . . They could fly together back to heaven at one another’s side . . . if only . . .

She was unconscious with the one hit to the face, blood clearly splattered across the wall from her nose and mouth . . . causing it to appear more elegant than before.

He pulled the white plates from his briefcase; everything seemed so perfect . . .

He set them up in a circle, a smile on his face. And with that he quickly vacated the area, her thin form in his arms.

She awoke to numbness . . . she felt nothing as she stared up at the white tiled ceiling. But she heard something . . . and her heart sped up, she knew that sound . . .

Running water . . .

She tried to shift her head as she noticed something cold and wet touching her skin and rising.

Her heart thundered within her chest as she realized she was in a tub. A tub that was filling with god dammed water. She opened her mouth to scream- but it wouldn’t respond- it stayed in place- almost as if her body was ignoring her. Her mind screamed instead since her mouth couldn’t.

“Oh I see you are finally awake . . .” His fingers dipped down and into the icy water and made a circle, moving the water around a bit. Her eyes were frantic and drenched in fear. He smiled; he had expected this. Oh yes; he had. He stared down at her. “You don’t like water do you?” It wasn’t a question, because he knew that she feared drowning. She felt the water flood her ears, her eyes widening more. He laughed lowly. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to let you drown . . .” Even after he said this . . . fear was still etched in her uresures beautifully.

Then it was on her chin and in her mouth. Choking her- causing her to try and gasp for breath . . . but it only spilled into her mouth, a mouth she couldn’t move.

She barely heard his words. “Oh, about you not being able to move- just something I picked up from the nearest hospital. They tried to get me to perform a surgery, oh they were surprised when I decided to rip the child’s liver out . . .” He trailed on and smiled, deep in thought. He waited for a moment or two longer until he reached down- grabbed the front of her night shirt and lifted her from the water. He pressed her chest and water spill from her mouth. “Awe, that wasn’t too bad now was it?” She wanted so many words to leave her mouth but none escaped. “Silent?” He frowned. “I thought you were stronger than that?” He mocked her as he lifted her from the water, a calm smile on his face. “I have plans for you . . .” He smiled down at her and placed her on the bed. A content look was in his eyes as he moved away from her and picked something up. He swiftly turned back to face her, the same calmness to his face. “You’re so beautiful I almost don’t want to do this . . .” Her eyes caught sight of silver and the fear returned ten folds. She had almost forgot where she was- the look in his eyes, almost seemed as if he was in love with her . . . and would never hurt her . . . she didn’t know how wrong she was.

He brought it to her arm and cut deeply, she barely felt it but the pain was there. He brought the red covered blade to his lips and licked of the heavenly taste but he paused and seemed to be sickened. His eyes narrowed and were filled with sudden hatred. His lip raised in disgust as he stared down upon her unmoving body.

“You . . . it’s not you . . .” He glared and caught his hand around her throat. “FUCKING BITCH!” He shouted- ready to rip her apart limb by limb. But he stopped himself . . . oh he wanted her to hurt . . . to bleed to death in front of him . . . so slowly. He let her fall back to the bed and he smiled. So many things came to his mind . . . but only one stayed in his mind . . . maybe she should have wings . . . he could take each one of her ribs and form her wings . . . Oh, he would have so much fine . . . and he did . . . she soon had her wings . . . as soon as the numbness in her body passed . . . he made sure she felt the agony.

With a smile he finished with her, her loud sobs had died out so long before that; he was almost sad that they were gone. Almost . . .

And then once again he began his hunt . . . and oh it was so fun . . . so fun . . .

To be continued . . .