Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 5: A-C-I-D

written by: Agent 182

A familiar tune fell from my recently licked lips. I brought my lips together and blew. A beautiful sound came from my mouth. Beautiful. Yes.

I continued to whistle the familiar tune. So familiar . . . No. Not one you have ever heard. I had been rummaging through my belongings when I heard it. I don’t recall where I heard it. Where it came from. Another thing I did not understand. Another thing about me you won’t understand. You’ll never understand me. You’ll never comprehend me. Never.

No . . . never.

The catchy melody repeated over and over, as I strolled down the sidewalk, my heavy briefcase tightly held in my white knuckled hand.

I strolled . . .

As someone would if they were in a park, watching children run by.

Carefree. Nothing to worry about . . .

So I stroll.

I have nothing to worry about. The cops can’t catch me. How longe I e I eluded them? I can’t recall the number in my jumbled mind. Yes, jumbled. The idiots haven’t found a clue. Not a single clue. I mentally laughed. Mentally . . . insane. As many have called me. Insane? No, not insane. Hurt? No. Was I hurt as I young boy? No. Does anyone care if I am or not? No. They want me caught. They can’t catch me. They can try. Try. And fail miserably. Misery, they will feel that. Yes . . . they all will.

My black shoes glimmered in the moonlight as I continued towards my destination. The moon’s reflection was on the tip of my carefully shined shoe. A smile came to my lips as the song ended and started all over again in my mind. My cluttered mind.

All the ways I could kill him. The short man with graying hair and a mustache. The light’s closest friend alive. Not for long. Not for long. He means a lot to the light. This will dim it. Dim the light. The sly grin remained on my features as different scenes played over in my mind. His life gushing from various wounds I had caused. Maybe this time I’ll let someone run. It’s always more fun to see them sprint pathetically away from me. They try to escape. They all do, but they never do.

My first pray . . . Heather Matthews . . .

So beautiful . . .

Goku reminds me of her. The light radiated off her, not like it does from him. Her soul was not as bright. Her brown silky hair . . . it curled around my fingers. I tortured her. She cried, and cried. Her tears never stopped fng fng from her icy eyes. Never. Even after her blood drenched the plush carpet, the salty tears still fell. Fear was in her eyes, it filled them, dripped from them. She wasn’t a challenge. I took everything. Everything. They were so easy to kill. Too easy to kill. They begged for their life. They begged to be saved by their god. It didn’t save any of them from my blades did it? No. And it won’t.

I have finally found the one. At last, for years I searched. I searched. It seemed futile. Every human was the same. They lie. To their friends, lovers, family. Everyone. But Goku does not. The blinding light proves it. He blinds me with his soul. His beautiful soul. Those deep ebony orbs that I drown in. Drown. I drown in them and try to pull myself to the surface. The angelic beauty encircles me, helps me to catch my breath, and pull air into my lung.

He would save my life before he killed me. I can see it in his eyes. Such beautiful eyes.

I sighed heavily ran ran my free hand through my now black hair. Today I decided to go with the crisp British accent. Something else to fool them. Maybe this time I’ll leave a message. Something for them to remember me by. But how can they forget me? They won’t!

Then it came back.

The writing on the wall at the light’s home. His wife now dead. It was on the news that afternoon. Another person killed by me. By me? No, I did not kill her. I would have eventually but I didn’t. There is someone else. Someone trying to be me. Trying. Who? I guess I’ll narrow the choices very soon. Very soon.

I shifted my briefcase into my other hand, my thoughts quickly going back to the news report. ‘Son Goku is staying at a former victim’s husband home.’ Only one name came to mind. Vegeta . . . I tried not to raise my lip in disgust, but this made it so much easier to mess with their mind. As I see it, Vegeta has a very wandering eye or he has feelings for the light. I chuckled aloud. There was no one around to hear my voice so the musical sound tapered off.

I do recall the way he eyed Goku. The way he seemed to change as soon as Goku was near. Only when he was near. His dim light seemed to grow a little brighter. He was the first on my list of who the other could be, but now he’s the last. He wouldn’t hurt the light. Not enough where he would cry.

Cry . . . yes he will cry. I will bring tears to his eyes. His hopeful eyes. There will be no hope left as I bring his blood ridden fingers to my lips and savor the honeyed taste. Every last drop will be painted across the wall for the world to see. He will see the others. The others I have killed. He’ll see Heather Matthews. The cops found her body . . . part of it at least. Only part. I kept the rest of her in my very special place. I will bring my light there. That will bring him to tears. I will bring Vegeta to tears. He will die and I won’t have to do anything to him. My thoughts wandered off, most of them too blurred to make out.

The light . . .

I will have . . .

Burnt out . . .

Krillian . . .

I halted as I read across a street sign. Just the street I was looking for. I continued. Continued . . . until I got to a capsule house. The grass wasn’t even grass, just dandelions. All weeds. All bad. Evil. I strolled up the stone walkway and to the front door. I could sense the spirits inside. Three to be exact.

Krillian . . .

Eighteen . . .

And their daughter Marron.

Krillian was near the window. Most likely watching TV and finding about Chichi’s murder. He’ll be in shock. Shocked at why Goku had not told him about it. I brought my hand to the door, knocking only so he could hear.

The door slowly opened, Krillian smiled at me. His eyes were reddened by tears. Maybe he knew. Someone else must have told him. But who?

“Hi . . . can I help you?”

A friendly smile came to my lips, “Yes . . . my car broke down and I was wondering if maybe you could help me tow it to a mechanic?”

“Sure. I have to go tell my wife. Hold on.” The door remained open as he disappeared from sight.

A pain emerged in my eyes.

This is too easy.

He came back into sight. Keys in his right hand. He shut the door behind him. “We’ll take my car but you have to give me directions to it.”

I nodded. “Of course. Thanks for helping me. It means a lot.” My words sounded so thought out, but they were not. I followed him to the vehicle and got in as he unlocked it. He got in the drivers side. The engine came to life. To life . . . his will soon end. At least he got to say goodbye. Goodbye and maybe an ‘I love you.’ Maybe. “Keep going down this way.” He did so. This is perfect. Perfect.

His eyes scanned the side of the road. “I don’t see it.”

“It is not here. Turn left ahead, it’s by an old shack.” I eyed him for a moment. He’ll have to pay the price for being a kind person. He will pay.

Oh, he will.

The car came up to the old shack. An old car sat there. Not mine. But I had passed it and it sent ideas shooting through my head. “That’s my car.”

“No wonder it doesn’t work, it’s rusted really bad.”

I frowned, “Yeah . . . I need to get a new one. My wife has got the nice car but I’m stuck with this one.”

The car came to a stop. “Are you from around here? I’ve never seen you before? Your accent-“

“I moved here recently.” He’s getting suspicious. Can’t have that. Nope. I can’t.

We both got out of the car and we moved over to the pile of junk. “I’m Krillian.” He grinned at me.

“It’s nice to meet you Krillian. My name is . . . Finch.” I whispered the last part. His eyes met mine. Fear now etched in them.

“There- there’s a serial killer with that name-“

“I know,” I slowly inched closer to him, his eyes growing wider.

“You-?”

“Yes. I killed all those people. I tore their life away and you, Krillian, are next. Don’t worry your family will follow suit.” I grasped his arm, but unexpectedly stumbled backwards. What the fuck? Did he-? What happened?

My eyes caught sight of him racing to his car. NO!! HE WILL NOT GET AWAY! My feet slammed against the ground as I sprinted towards him. The vehicle came to life.

NO!!

NO!!

NO!!

I grasped onto the door handle and pulled it up. “HELP!!” I heard him yell as I grabbed his arm and jerked him from the car his nails dug into the steering wheel and ripped the thin leather. He tried to escape but no one can. No one will. I drug him along with me. He kicked and yelled, but he still didn’t free himself from my death grip. Death . . . I will bring death to him. His demise. Ing ong open the door to the shack and tossed him inside. My briefcase was still in my hand. I set it down, quickly removing the tape and rope. He squirmed as I tightly bound his hands and feet. I set him on the chair that had been there and made sure he was secured to it. I placed the tape over his parted lips then turned to my open briefcase. I could sense his fear rising as he saw the various tools. What should I use? Then I knew. My cold fingers lifted up the vile of acid. I tapped it a few times, the liquid swooshing back and forth. I could feel the shorter man’s fear rise instantly. But in time, there will be more . . . much more.

I spun on my heels and faced the scared man. Scared? Of me? Why? I know why. The reason was clearly printed across the small bottle in my hand.

A

C

I

D

A smile came to my lips, pearly whites showing. I have yet to use this, but now I’ll be able to see what it does to Goku’s good friend. I stepped in front of his quivering form; I could hear his muffled pleads. Pathetic, like all the others . . . yet . . . he was different . . . He almost escaped, his strength was astounding for such a small human. I eyed him for a moment- no longer than a moment, it seemed I eyed him for about an hour before I proceeded. I carefully unscrewed the lid. Can’t get that on me. No- never. I kneeled in front of the chair, all my weight pressed onto one knee. The chair wobbled back and forth, I steadied it with my free hand.

“Now, Krillian, where do you think I should start? Fingers? Or should I begin to pour it places where it’ll bring the most pain?” I raised an arched eyebrow.

More words came from him, why does he bother? I cannot hear him. I reached forward and ripped off the tape. He gasped for new breath as I eyed him for a moment longer. “Well? You choose. I’m in a good mood.”

“Let me go!” he yelled as he tugged at the restraints. The rope seemed to tear. Why is he trying to get away? At least I gave him a choice.

“Believe me you don’t want to see me in a bad mood. Plecalmcalm down.” He ceased struggling; he knew I’m the boss. I am the boss. “Now answer the damn question.”

“Neither. I want you to let me go.”

“You leave me no choice.”

“LET ME GO NOW!!!” He shouted, his voice echoed as mine had earlier. That’s it. My rage bubbled over.

I grabbed a hold of his arm and held it in place. “I think I’ll use both methods.”

“No-“ His plea abruptly changed to a howl of pain as I shoved his finger into the vile. His scream of agony brought a grin to my face. His flesh was quickly eaten away. The white bones appeared in a matter of seconds. Those were also turned into nothing but dust. It continued up his arm, shredding his flesh to nothing. I reached for my briefcase and my fingers grasped a hold of my scalpel and the small saw. I went behind him as the sound of his skin hitting the ground met my ears. I dug the scalpel into his scalp. Scarlet pooled over the freshly parted skin. New cries of pain wore torn from his lips. His life spilled onto my hands. Not enough yet. Never enough. I brought my hands to the split skin and tugged on both side, ripping the two sides away from one another, revealing his skull. More sobs came from him.

“Wre yre you doing this?” His words were slurred with tears. Why? The question never crossed my mind. Neither did the answer. I shrugged it off. I moved in front of him. My eyes staring at him, salty water filled his eyes as his face scrunch up in pain.

“Kami . . . save . . . me.” I heard his whisper. I stifle a laugh.

“I would say I’m sorry but I’m not. No one is going to save you. Not the light, not Vegeta. NO ONE!!” I brought the scalpel to his shirt and slashed across it. More cries of pain erupting from his lips as I brought the sharp blade across his chest again and again.

More blood. MORE!! MORE!!

“Please-I-beg-you-to-please-stop!” I ignore him. Those small words go unheard. My thoughts wandered to the light’s bright soul. So beautiful . . . like blood.

I stopas Kas Krillian suddenly went limp. I hadn’t been watching what I was doing. I killed him and I wasn’t even done having fun. Fun . . . I should at least continue. Yes . . . I grabbed up my small saw and brought it to his bloody skull. I pressed lightly then increased my pressure gradually. The bone was quickly split. Split. I soon saw his pink-grayish brain. Brain? I dropped the saw, grabbed a hold of his skull, and pulloth oth directions. The sound of his skull being torn apart echoed, it would have made any one cringe even lose the contents of their stomach.

Anyone but me.

I let the halves go and put my fingers are his grayish pink brain. With a violent tug, it was free. Freed from him. BLOOD. Blood dripped from my fingers as I moved towards my briefcase. A trail of it followed me. A trail of crimson. BLOOD!! I pulled out a plastic bag and tossed the useless item inside. I then set it in my briefcase. I was almost finished. I closed the distance between the wall and myself, my fingers instantly running across the wood. Each letter was perfectly written, no way to trace it to me. Straight lines, curves on the “n,” “c,” and “h.” I chuckled to myself as I continued to write. This will get the cops very angry.

‘Catch me . . . if you can.’

I removed my finger from the newly painted wall. Soon, the crimson will flake and fall to the floor. I turned back to my victim. Another victim. Who’s to be next?

I’ll figure this out later. Now I have some important calls to make. I reached into my pocket and took out a small cell phone. I pressed in the numbers to Capsule Corp. I grabbed up my tools and slung them inside my briefcase. I shut it and carried it with me as I headed to Krillian’s car. It was still running. I went inside, I grinned as I saw the deep tears on the steering wheel. The phone was still held to my right ear.

“What?” A gruff voice said. It’s Vegeta; I knew his voice anywhere.

“Hello. Is Mr. Son Goku there?”

He growled back at me, “yes, what do you want?”

“I would like to speak with him.” I replied, trying to keep down my rage.

“Fine, hold on.” The phone was set down and I could hear faint words. ‘Kakkarot . . . phone . . .’

Moments later I heard a familiar soft voice. “Hello?”

To Be Continued . . .

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