Psychosis

What the Killer Sees

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps...

They're getting faster...

Faster...

Faster...

Faster...now...

She's crying.

Running and crying...what I used to do, but they laughed at my pained cries.

Echoes. Her cries echo through the empty hallways, I hear every step.

I get closer and closer to her.

This...thrill...adrenaline...hunting a prey.

She's stopped running, she's weeping on her knees.

"D-DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!"

She yelled out to me...it made me want to sing, this rush.

"...la...la la...la la la...la..."

I stepped closer and closer behind her, bent down to her ear behind her as I whispered...

"...la..."

I put the knife to her back, she let out a scream.

"PLEASE DON'T! NO!"

Did she just tell me what to do?

I let her escape as she ran, her legs collapsed and she fell.

I look at her and laugh.

"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING YOU PSYCHO-PATH?!?"

Psycho...that echoed in my head, and turned into cold rage.

I started walking towards her again.

"...la la la...la la...la la la...la la..."

"NO! PLEASE! NO!"

I caught her by her shirt collar, pulled her into my direction.

As I whispered yet again, "...la..."

I pulled the knife and stabbed her in her heart.

I could hear the sounds of her choking on her blood.

I then walked away from her...she will die slowly in this abandoned place. Death by blood loss, stabbing, murder.

I walk away, with my bloody knife in my hand...feeling nothing but accomplishment...five down...none to go.

This rush I'll never feel again...no...I will...soon.