Psychopath

Chapter 15

James finished packing the large duffle bag. Inside was a slim, long skimming knife in a sheath, a first aid kit, water purification tablets, pots, a water bottle full of gasoline, a pack of matches, 16 cans food, mostly ravioli, a can opener, his phone, four pairs if jeans, four shirts, four pairs of underwear and socks, and two jackets, one heavy one light. He also packed his fathers magnum and three clips of ammunition. He zipped up the bulging duffel bag and ran downstairs toward the front door. He had just slipped on his left hiking boot, when he heard a knock. Quickly, he took out the skinning knife, still inside its sheath, and strapped it to his waist. He pulled his shirt down to partially cover the knife, and opened the door. Outside where two officers. One was a slim African American man. He stood at about 5 foot 11, and wore aviator shades. The other was white. He stood at about 6 foot 1 with greying hair and a full mustache. The one with the mustache looked at James and spoke.

"Hello, are you James Arron?"

"Yes sir."

"My name is officer Dean, and this is my partner officer Connor. Do you know a girl named Marisa?"

Oh god, this was happening much more quickly that Brian had predicted. They were supposed to have twenty four hours! James put on his best smile a d pretended to perk up at the mention of Marisa.

"Yes, she and I are best friends! We've known each other since elementary school!" James's eyes lost their excitement, and became worried. The smile in his face slowly faded. "Is she alright? Is that why your here, did she do something illegal?"

Officer Dean and officer Conner exchanged a look. They had a moment of silent comunication before Officer dean slowly dropped to one knee to get closer to James's level.

"I'm sorry son, but your friends is dead. We found her body yesterday."

"Oh god! No no no no! Not Marisa! oh god." He dropped to his knees and forced tears to flow down his cheeks. Officer Dean, still on his knees, looking back at Officer Connor. The minute his head turned, James wiped out his knife and slashed his exposed throat. There was an initial spray of blood that soaked his face and chest, but after a second the blood turned into a stream that began soaking the ground officer Dean was lying face down on. Before his partner could react, James leapt and with a cry of rage, drove the knife into his groin. The man let out a scream of complete and utter agony, dropped to his knees, and tried to stop the intense bleeding coming from the wound. James slashed the neck of the kneeling officer. The screaming quickly became a choked gurgle as his throat filled with blood. He fell face first on the ground, his blood soaking James's once green grass red. James walked over the dead officer, wiped the blood off his blade on the mans uniform. He ran inside, quickly changed into clothes that weren’t soaked in blood, and went back outside. He casually looked around to make sure none of his neighbors were awake and watching him, although it was so early the possibly of anyone other than him being awake was miniscule. Once he was sure he was clear, he grabbed his garden hose and began spraying the blood stains on his front porch and grass with water. After a few minutes of spaying, his went inside, grabbed a large bath sponge, and began vigorously scrubbing the stains until they were virtually unnoticeable. He then quickly jogged over the the police cruiser and pulled at the handle for the front door. The door was thankfully unlocked. He grabbed the two officers and, one at a time, he dragged them to the police car. He put officer Dean in the passenger seat, and his partner in the back of the car. He then rummaged through officer Deans pockets until he found the car keys. He put them into the ignition and stared the engine. He gave a silent thanks that his father was on a business trip and his mother had woken up extra early this morning to drive up to New York to check on James's grandmother who was in the hospital. She had trusted James to be by himself for the day. If they had been here, they would have defiantly heard the two officers before they died, or at the very least the car engine staring. Honestly it amazed James none of his neighbors had heard the commotion. James looked down at the familiar controls of the car. Although he had never driven one, he had researched the basics of driving just in case he ever had to in an emergency. He took a deep breath, prayed he wouldn’t get pulled over, and backed out of the driveway.