Psychopath

Chapter 16 On the run

"Please don't hurt me! I have a family, they need me!" Brian watched a grown man brawling and begging for his life and felt deep destain for him. He hadn't even laid a finger on the man, he was just sitting in a chair in front of him, watching him. The Mann was tied down to a wooded chair Brian had nailed to the floor. His arms and legs were tied to the armrests and legs of the chair with heavy rope.

"Please stop your whining, I feel embarrassed watching a grown man brawling like a child. The only reason you're alive right now is because I wanted to ask you something."

The man's expression of utter terror morphed into curiosity.

"I want to know, how do you feel about your wife? I assume you have one if you have a family. When your around her what emotions go through you?"

"W-what? I-I-I don't understand why you-?"

"You don't need to know why I'm asking you, you just need to answer me."

"Well, when I'm with my wife I feel... Love. I feel love for her." Although tears still streamed down his face, the man seemed calmer now. Brian sighed impatiently.

"Yes yes, I understand you feel "love" for her, but what do you mean by love? is it lust, or a sexual desire for her?"

The man looked at Brian in amazement and confusion.

"You don't know what love is? It's... It's like a desire to hold someone, to be close to then and do everything in your power to protect and care for them. Love is doing things for someone not so that you can gain something from them, but just so that they are happy." The man lowered his head and began to softly weep. Brian looked at him with complete and utter confusion. What he was saying didn't make sense.

"Tell me, his old is your wife?"

The man looked up at Brian, his eyes bloodshot and his nose running profusely.

"Forty.." His vice cracked before he could finish. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Forty three."

"Forty three huh? Tell me, you know that she is too old to have anymore children right? So, why are you still with her? I'm assuming your still together."

"Because I love her of course! I won't just leave her because of her age!"

"I don't understand..."

The man looked at Brian no longer with fear, but with pity.

"You've truly never loved anyone before have you? Not even your parents? Listen to me son, your sick. Your not right in the head, but you can get help! You can get treatment."

"What's your name sir?"

"Um, M-Mike."

"Tell me Mike, will the people who "fix" me teach me how to love?"

Brian saw the mans face brighten, and a glimmer of hope appear in his eyes.

"Yes! Yes, of course they could!"

"And you said love is about doing everything in your power to protect and care for someone no matter the cost? To care for someone just for the sake of making them happy?"

"Yes! It's a wonderful feeling."

"If that's what love is, I want nothing of it. It's irrational, illogical, and worst of all, dangerous."

Brian was done talking. He walked up to the man, James's skinning knife in his right hand. The man screamed and began jerking in the chair he was strapped to, trying to get away. Brian stabbed him in the chest. The razor sharp blade sunk deep into skin, muscle and bone. Mike screamed and his frantic jerking became even more desperate and violent. Brian pulled out the knife and stabbed him again. And again. And again. Every time his knife penetrated the man's chest, shivers traveled up his spine and his whole body started shaking. He continued stabbing, faster and faster the blade sinking deeper and deeper into the mans body until Brian eventually noticed that Mike had stopped moving. The screaming had also stopped. He took a step back and looked at Mike's corpse. His chest was oozing blood from so many stab wounds it was impossible to tell how many times Brian had stabbed him. The entire front of his white V-neck was stained a deep crimson. Brian felt another shiver of pleasure course through his body as he surveyed his work. That was, until he saw Mike's face. His eyes we bulging way beyond how they usually looked, and they were bloodshot beyond belief. Veins were protruding from his left eye, and one had popped in his right, making it full up with blood. His mouth was still open, blood running down the corners. His expression made Brian feel uneasy, and he quickly closed the mans eyes and mouth. He stripped off the man's blood stained shirt, and carefully made a horizontal cut right underneath the mans sternum, and one right above his bladder. He connected the two lines with a vertical cut down the middle of his belly. He quickly opened the man up, and took out the organs he needed. He had accidentally stabbed one of the mans lungs during his stabbing frenzy, and he silently cursed under his breath. Thankfully all the other organs were intact. His gathered them up in his arms, and placed them into the large cooler to his far left. He struggled to fit the new organs inside. There were dozens of organs from they other victims they had killed tonight, and the cooler was packed. He eventually managed to fit them inside and close the lid. He picked up the cooler, and left the room. Right outside was James, sleeping wooden chair. His arms were crossed and his head was lolled forward. It had been a long night for him too. He had spent the night not only killing people in the room adjacent to Brian's, but he was also in charge of luring everyone into this cabin. The cabin they had killed that sick rapist in. Thankfully the police had cleared out of this place a few days ago, making it the perfect place for them to kill. Brian checked his watch. 5 AM. He hated to have to wake up James, but they needed to leave. He walked over to James and shook his shoulder. His instantly awoke, and franticly looked around.

"It's alright, it's me. We gotta go."

James glanced at his watch and nodded in agreement.

"Wait for me outside, I'm gonna set a few fires in here with the propane tanks in the basement. Hopefully it'll erase any trace of us."

Brian nodded in agreement and went outside. A few minutes later, smoke began to rise from the cabin. James sprinted out of the burning cabin.

"Come on, let's go before the fire department comes."

Brian nodded, and with the cooler worth over a hundred thousand dollars worth of organs in his hands, and a duffle bag on his back, he and James began walking out if the woods, towards Burger King.