Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 2: No Life

His name fell from his lips. No- floated gracefully to my listening ear. The light from his soul blinding me still. Yes. Blinding.

He is the one. The light. The good. The pure. The innocent. Him.

I caught my breath as he raised an eyebrow, in amusement. Amused by me? Staring, yes I had been staring. Staring into his soul. His soul. His light. The light.

So beautiful.

I pulled my hand away, not wanting to frighten him.

No, not yet. Not yet.

A younger boy walked up next to the light. He smiled at him and turned to face me. Spiky hair, black eyes. His light was not as bright. Almost, but not as bright. No-

\"This is my youngest son, Goten.\"

He has a family. Ah, yes. Perfect. That will be his downfall. His love for his family. Yes . . .

I remained silent as the light shifted uneasily under my scrutinizing stare. Stare. I\'m staring again. Dammit . . . I darted my eyes away but they wanted to wander back. They wanted to look upon his beauty.

\"So um . . . what\'s your name?\" A smile spread across my face. A smile? Yes a smile. My own set of pearly teeth shown, soon his honeyed blood will cover them. Soon. Very soon.

\"Finch\" I spoke lowly.

\"Nice to meet you Finch.\" He grinned again, the light from his soul growing brighter. Brighter?

No- that- that isn\'t possible. It can\'t be. No-

\"It\'s a pleasure to meet you Goku.\" I purred his name.

\"Come on, I want you to meet the others.\" He motioned for me to follow, his muscles on his arms rippling with the movement. I did so, following his command. A slave. I\'d do anything. Yes. Anything.

We stopped in front of a tall woman. Dark hair. Yes. Dark eyes. Soul not as dark. Not as dark as Vegeta\'s. No- nowhere near as dark.

\"Finch, I\'d like you to meet my wife Chichi.\"

I eyed the women. She appeared much older than Goku. Wrinkles under her eyes. Yes older.

\"Hello.\" She smiled at me. Nothing specials about her smile. Nothing special about her. Special enough to have Goku at her side.

I met a few other people none of them interesting.

Boring.

I just wanted to be near him. His warmth and love radiated off him in waves.

Waves . . . Waves of blood . . . I smiled to myself. The feeling rising in my stomach. The need. The need. Need for blood. The need to have it drip from my fingers. Their life running off the blade. Yes! My insides quaked as I followed Goku to the couch. He sat down, his eyes meeting mine. I lost myself in them. Once again. Again. Lost.

A brilliant flame burned inside them.

Beautiful flames.

A voice shook me from my thoughts.

\"Looks like you have an admirer Kakkarot.\" I turned towards the voice, my lips rising in disgust as I saw Vegeta sit down next to my light. His eyes scanned down Goku\'s body and flickered back to his face. Hmm. Red painted across Goku\'s face for a moment. Red . . . blood . . . No- I can\'t. Not yet.

Vegeta nibbled on a few crackers and made small talk with Goku, none of it important. My eyes searched the room and Bulma walked over to Vegeta. Her blue hair swaying. Sparkling. Shining. Blue, blue eyes and hair. Like the sky . . .

\"Vegeta, I\'m going to go to bed. Bye Goku\" She smiled over at us and gave a quick wave Then she left the huge living room. I will see her soon. Sooner than she thinks.

Goku stretched his arms, \"Yeah. We should go. It was a great party Vegeta.\" He stood up to leave.

NO! He can\'t leave. He mustn\'t. No- I reached up and grabbed his arm. My hand gently caressing his smooth skin. I heard a growl to the right of myself.

\"Uh, I gotta go Finch . . . um maybe I\'ll see you later.\"

Oh, he will see me later. He will. Yes, he will. I released his arm. No- his arm gone now. As was his warmth.

\"See ya Vegeta.\"

He glanced over at me. \"Bye Finch.\" My eyes followed him as he went over to his black haired son and wife.

They\'ll die. Their life will pool around them. Yes . . . I will drink their life. Their life that\'s hollow until now.

Vegeta stood up next to me, his cold eyes meeting mine. Cold. Yes, icy. \"I\'ll show you to your room.\" My room. Yes, my room. They will sleep. Yes, sleep. They will never see it coming. She will never see it coming. She is supposed to be so smart. She\'ll never see this coming. No- she won\'t. I got up from the leather couch and followed flame shaped hair. The light was gone. Only the others remained, everyone else had left too. Leaving me with Bulma, Vegeta, and their children Trunks and Bra. They will all die. All perish. Their lives ripped from them.

Yes, ripped.

I watched Vegeta\'s movement. He seemed almost sad.

Sad?

Yes, sad. Because of what? Who? I knew. I smiled again.

This day was getting better. More. It will be much better as soon as they all fall into a deep slumber. One that will be abruptly ended for one of them. The lucky one. The one that passed. Bulma . . .

He halted. Stopped. \"This is your room.\" He said nothing else and quickly strayed away from me.

A lost puppy. Yes. Not as lost as me. I smirked as I pushed open the door. Not bothering to turn on the light. No- the light is gone. He left. His beauty only imprinted in my mind. His voice echoed in my thoughts as collapsed onto the bed.

Waiting . . .

Waiting . . .

I lost track of time as I lay on the silk blankets. Silky, like he hair is. His beauty is still over whelming. Everything about him is pure. Innocent untainted by me. Yet . . .

A sound.

Someone groaning?

Maybe. I got to my feet and hurried to the door. Yes, Finch hurry. I pulled the door inward and went into the hall. I went into darkness. No light. No Goku. I silently moved down the hall. No sounds. No- can\'t have sounds. I will awaken the others. Can\'t have that. No. I peered around the wall and into the living room. Someone was resting on the couch. Who? Why? I stepped closer to see familiar flame shaped hair. Ah, Vegeta. I could hear his heavy breathing. Heavy breathing. I smirked. Vegeta? Why isn\'t he up stairs sleeping in bed with Bulma? I\'m glad he\'s not. Hmm.

He left a certain person all alone. A very venerable person. Blue hair, blue eyes. Bulma. I went towards the direction of the room. Silence still remained.

Silence

No screams filled the air. Yet . . . maybe the light\'s scream will fill the air. His pain. Yes. Pain. His agony. His light will be burnt out.

I crept to the room, which the blue haired woman slept. I could hear her breathing. So peaceful. Not for long. I went into the blackness and moved towards the bed. My eyes could see her lean figure under the blankets. Warm and cozy. She\'ll never know the feeling again. She had better savor her few last moments. I loomed over her watching her for a moment. Another will fall at my feet. Another will bleed. Their life on the floor. Where it belongs. Yes. My hand moved forward and clamped over her mouth. She jerked up. Her sleep filled eyes wide. Wide blue eyes fear etched in them beautifully. She kicked her feet and clawed at me. A fighter this one.

The more fun.

More.

I could feel my own dark blood race down my arm. The bitch. Filthy bitch. Fucking bitch. My hand smacked across her face, knocking some sense into her. I pulled her into my arms. She was heavier than my earlier victim. She eats food and keeps it down. She still struggled against me as I carried her out of the room. Yes. This will be delightful. I shot my eyes over to Vegeta\'s sleeping form. What if he wakes? What if he wakes? He had better not wake. My eyes went back to frantic blue eyes. Tear filled blue eyes. Frantic. Tears. She\'s scared. I love the fear. I love her fear. Fear . . . they will fear me. They will fear Finch.

Where should she go? So many places. I\'ll make it a hunt. Yes, that will give them an awakening. A rude awakening. I went towards a door. Not a room. It was to the left of the stairs. The basement perhaps. Perhaps. Maybe. I slowly opened the door. I could see the steps and I made my way down. My hand still silencing Bulma\'s pitiful cries. Pitiful. Yes. Pointless too. Futile, her resistance is futile. She will die. Her demise is soon.

Very soon.

I descended the stairs and stopped at the bottom. I reached up. There had better be a light sw- I caught hold of cold metal and pulled. Light illuminated the area. I searched the basement briefly until my eyes rested upon a roll of duck tape. I put Bulma down still restraining her, barely. She\'s stronger than I thought. Stronger.

Damn.

I reached for the tape. Catching it between my fingers and pulling it towards myself. She tried to get to her feet. Tried and failed miserably. I shoved her back to the ground silencing her with the tape. I sighed in frustration. I should have gotten a weapon first.

Brainless.

At times, yes . . .

I grabbed her thin wrists; she tried to silently pull away. I wrapped the tape around her arms and legs, now she can\'t escape. She squirmed on the concrete as I went up the stairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed the first knife I saw. Not my usual scalpel. But it\'d work.

Yes, it would.

It gleamed in the faint moonlight as I went past Vegeta again. I swung the door open with ease and went back down the stairs. Her eyes met mine as I knelt down beside her.

Her eyes pleaded, \'no, please don\'t kill me\'.

Did I listen? No- why would I listen?

I brought the blade to the fabric of her nightshirt and quickly sheered it in half leaving her chest exposed. I didn\'t care to look at it. I need to hurry. Yes, hurry. The others will wake. Yes, they will. I cut through the sleeves, her shirt collapsing onto the cold floor. I did the same to the rest of her clothes. I shoved them aside, noting the tears streaking down her cheeks.

More. I need more tears.

She needs more pain.

More- BLOOD!

She sat completely bare in front of me. Hg nog nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing. That\'s what she is.

I hoisted her naked body into my arms and I headed behind the stairs, more storage space was there. I set her down for a moment, her skin raking across the concrete as she tried to free herself from the tape. Pointless. Trying to get free. No one has ever, EVER escaped me and she won\'t either. I set down my knife a safe distance away from her. Then I headed back into the storage space rummaging through some boxes until my hand caught a hold of thick rope. I went back to Bulma and she screamed into the tape as she saw the rope. I threw the rope over one of the boards over head and made sure it would hold her weight, I tugged on it. It held. I chuckled to myself as I went back to her. I grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet, her sharp cry only heard by my sensitive ears. I flipped her nude body over so her feet were facing the ceiling, I grasped the robe and tied it around her leg tightly and mover bor body a little higher. She wiggled back and forth to free herself but to no avail.

She\'s relentless. A weakness in my eyes.

My green eyes. Green? Maybe they\'re green. I\'m not telling.

\"Now hold still Bulma. This will hurt, try not to bleed to death too soon.\" I whispered, her blue eyes going wider. Her eyes so much like the sky. She\'ll never see it again.

Too bad.

I turned and grabbed the knife off a box nearby and went back to her. More tears rained down from the sky as she cried. Ah, so beautiful, not as beautiful as blood. Or the sweet light. I went to my knees. Then slid the blade down her cheek; trying to remove the tears but now red mixed with the salty rain. A jagged tear now down her cheek. Hm, not enough red. I looked to her bare stomach and pressed the blade lightly to it, the skin shuddered.

Yes. Blood peeked over the side of the blade as I pressed harder, the silver going deeper into her flesh. I jerked it across her belly. The skin ripping apart with a familiar sound that would make most people cringe.

Oh not me.

I grinned as crimson ran in rivers down her chest and to her face, meeting the rain and sky. I removed the blade and set it aside for a moment as I reached my hand into the gaping hole in her stomach. I searched through her stomach, as her muffled screams grew louder. My hand caught hold of an organ and I wrenched it out of her body. The organ rested in my palm. This will come in handy later. Yes not too much later. But later. I thrust my hand into the warmth of her stomach, grabbed something and pulled. More of her insides hung down from her stomach and onto her face. Her cries now to low whimpers.

Her life dripping off the end of her hair beautifully.

Yes, beautiful.

Leaving splashes of her life on the gray ground. The knife was soon in my hands again and at her ankles, I stood on my tiptoes and dug the blade into it. New blood flowing over and I brought it down her body, shearing off the pale flesh.

The flawless flesh.

I continued to sever her skin from her thin legs until all of it was removed, leaving only red muscles. The skin clattered to the floor with a wet slapping sound as I continued. Her whimpers disappeared telling me she was now dead. Yes. Dead. Her life gone. Her heart not beating. It will never beat again. She will never speak again. She\'ll never do anything again. Never again. I stopped as I got to her eyes and the tape that covered her lips. I kept them intact. Eyes are the windows to your soul and I want all to see her pain and agony. All. Her pain. HER AGONY. Her blood still dripped as I heard a faint ding from the clock.

Four dings . . . 4:00

Fuck- the others will be up soon. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I need to hurry now. I shoved her skin aside as I dipped my fingers into crimson. I swirled my finger in it for a moment before I brought my finger to the wall. Carefully writing my name into the cold concrete. Each letter beautifully written in red.

F

I

N

C

H

In cursive this time. Yes. Beautiful. The name the world will fear. My name. Fear. They will fear. I brought my red covered finger to my lips, savoring the tangy taste of her blood. I brought my eyes back to another masterpiece. If only I could be there to see the startled look on Vegeta\'s face. The gleam of hate in his black eyes. He will know who did this. He will. I did it. I will not be here when he wakes. Gone. I have one more thing to get. Her address book. I silently moved up the steps. Carefully. Yes. My thoughts went back to my name. How did I come across it? The first five people I killed:

Francis Attles

Iris Stephens

Naomi Flint

Carla Altus

Heather Matthews

. . . Spells out Finch.

Finch . . .

At the time, I had not realized it. Until I was named Finch by the cops. There are about seven more names not including Claire Fisher and Bulma Briefs. More will be added soon. More.

YES! MORE!

I walked stealthily to the phone and grabbed a large black book. I flipped through it.

Son Goku . . .

I scanned it until I spotted it. Yes. There it was. Neatly written. I shut the phone book and took it with me, I grabbed up a picture frame. It happened to have a picture of Goku in it. I smiled at it briefly and took it. I need to remember his face. But how could I forget. I eyed some of the other pictures. Seeing another one of the Son family. An older son? There was another woman with a younger looking girl. Must be his wife and daughter. I almost laughed. So many to kill. I love it. I looked over towards Vegeta as I heard a low groan. Shit, shit, shit. He\'s waking up. I quickly turned and went to the front door and slipped out. Crimson still on my gloved hands.

Soon my lovely pray.

Soon.


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He woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. Vegeta groaned in pain as he opened his eyes. The sunlight beamed down on him and he stood from his resting place. The floor met his feet, and he began to walk into the kitchen. He padded onto the tile floor and made his way to the counter. He glanced at the coffee pot and reached out to it, flicking on the switch.


The prince stood for a moment watching the dark liquid heat itself before he turned to the cabinet and pulled out a coffee mug. When the coffee was finished, he snatched up the pot and poured himself a cup. The heat didn\'t bother him as he sipped at it gently.

\'I should get dressed.\' Thought the prince as he turned to leave the kitchen. He strolled past the living room and as he was just about to wonder up the stairs........ Something caught his attention. A smell, a very familiar one at that. He was still. It was coming from his left.

Vegeta lifted his nose and sniffed the air. The basement. Carefully, the prince shuffled over in it\'s direction. He stopped in front of the door, trying to feel a ki, any ki at all. There was none. He glanced at the door as he reached for the knob. There seemed to be a vibe coming from it, almost like a warning. But nothing could prepare the prince for what he was about to see.

He twisted the silver in his hand and the door swung open. The basement was dark.... dank as it always had been, but there was something different about it.

Vegeta began to descend the tiled stair case. He walked farther and farther into the blackness of the basement. When he felt his feet touch the cement floor, he knew he had to go right to reach a light. He stepped along slowly and raised his hand above his head, searching for the light.

When his palm hit the light bulb, he almost jumped away in fear but instead, sighed deeply and pulled the cold, metal chain next to the glass.

Light flooded the room, it was still a little dim, but bright enough to see everything. He turned quickly. There was nothing behind him, or in his view. Vegeta sqed, ed, and then froze.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The prince turned and looked at the stairs were the noise was coming from. He began to make his way towards them. He stepped in front of them and peered between two of the steps. There was something back there.... That was for sure. He walk to the left side of the staircase were it was open to the rest of the basement.

A gasp of horror escaped him.

It was Bulma....... Upside down....... Naked...... Dead.

The light from between the boards of the right side of the stairs let him see her mangled body.

She had been sliced down the middle.... It was a harsh, jagged cut that tore through her muscles with difficulty. Her organs hung from her open womb and dangled just above the floor. And her skin.... Had been carved from her corpse, or maybe when she was still alive. Vegeta couldn\'t tell.

A sick feeling came to his stomach by just looking at her. He wanted to move so bad but he couldn\'t......... There was something in him that hadn\'t been there since he was a child with Freeza.

Fear.

He spun around and stumbled up the stairs. When he reached the top, he slammed the door and darted for the kitchen. He slid into the room and fell to the floor. He coughed for a moment before vomit spilled from his lips to stain the kitchen floor. He stared at his reflection in his own stomach acids and a tear slipped from his eye.

What happened? Who could do something so horrible? Who would even dream of it? And most importantly, why had they done this?.......... Who else would they do this to?

All the others were in danger........ Even though Bulma had a great deal of enemies, Vegeta knew in his heart it had nothing to do with just her. And this..... This was much different from what the Z-fighters usually deal with.

Vegeta sat up and clenched his stomach closing his eyes tight as another tear rolled past his lashes. They were in danger................ Even Kakkarot....

The prince grabbed a hold of the counter and pulled himself up from the ground. Quickly he reached for the phone and with a shaky hand he dialed the Son\'s number. He held the cordless, white, plastic to his ear and listen to the rings. Each one dragged on and seemed to last a lifetime before that cheery voice picked up.
\"Hello?\" Chirped Goku happily.

\"K-Kakkarot...... It\'s me...... Vegeta....\"

Goku\'s voice became concerned instantly. Vegeta could tell the third class was holding the phone closer.

\"What is it, Vegeta? What\'s wrong? Are you okay?

\"Yes, I-I\'m fine....... But we have a serious problem..........\"

To Be Continued . . .