Psychopath

Chapter 17

Mrs. Primrose smiled as she saw James and Brian enter the Burger king. They each had a duffle bag with them. Nothing else. Mrs. Primrose felt a lump form in her throat as she watched them. They were all alone, and had probably been traveling all across the state trying to reach the only family member they had left. She silently promised they she would make sure they made it to their uncle, no matter what. They sat down at her table. Brian smiled and said,

"Hello Mrs. Primrose."

"Hello Brian. Are you and your brother ready to go?"

"Yes, we're ready."

The three of the left Burger King and went to the parking lot right outside the restaurant. Mrs. Primrose walked over to a minivan and popped open the trunk.

"You two can put your bags in here."

James and Brian tossed the bags into the back, although Mrs, Primrose noticed James grabbed something out of his and tucked it into his waistband before putting his back away. She thought this was curious, but quickly dismissed it. It was probably his phone or something. James went over to the front if the car and went into the passenger seat, while Brian went in the back seat. Mrs. Primrose sat in the drivers seat, made sure the boys had their seat belts on, and pulled out of the parking lot, beginning the long journey to DC.

Three hours later

Mrs. Primrose glanced behind her and to her left, checking on the boys. They were both fast asleep. Mrs. Primrose smiled as she gazed at their placid, innocent faces. She looked back at the road a d continued driving. After an hour or so she began to feel bored. She turned on the radio, scrolling through radio stations until she reached CNN. After about 15 minutes of listening to a report about a new terrorist group in the Middle East, they moved on to the next story.

"And now a report originating from Pennsylvania. Two boys, Brian Lopez and James Arron, are currently under suspicion for causing the deaths of John Jameson, Marisa Farmer, Abigail Smith, and are suspected of being the culprits behind over a dozen disappearances last night. They have so been charged with destruction of property, and the possible deaths of two police officers." Mrs. Primrose felt her heart skip a beat. Brian and James? Could they be... No. No. There were a lot of James's and Brian's in the world, there's a good chance it wasn't them. Despite her desperate attempts to convince herself the two boys in her car weren't killers, Mrs. Primrose's hands tightened around her steering wheel as they began to shake. "Citizens are asked to not approach these individuals under any circumstances. Despite only being 14, both individuals are increasingly manipulative and dangerous."

14? Manipulative? There was no doubt in her mind now. The boys in her car had tricked her. She felt every ounce if moisture drain from her mouth, and she broke out into a cold sweat. She quickly considered how she could get out of this scenario. After a second she decided she would pull over, get out of the car, and call the police whole the boys were still asleep. She looked to her right, at James, and jumped as she saw him staring at her. He reached for his waistband and brought out a magnum. With both hands he pointed it at her head.

"Keep driving."

Mrs. Primrose jerked her head back toward the road and tried to drive to the best of her abilities, but it was nearly impossible. Her hands were shaking so violently, the car was swerving in the road and her legs were trembling so much it made it incredibly hard for her it control her speed. After a mile of her horrendous driving, she heard James say

"How far is DC from here?"

She looked down at her GPS.

"W-w-w-we're in d-d-d-DC." She shuddered.

"Alright, pull over."

She pulled the car over and cut the engine.

"Now listen to me very carefully."

He handed her a piece of paper.

"I want you to call 911, and say these words. The moment you finish saying these words, you will hang up. You will then fake the battery out of your phone, and throw it out the window. If you do not call 911 I will kill you. If you say anything other than what is on this paper, I will kill you. If you don't hang up immediately afterward, I will kill you. If you don't take out the battery, I will kill you. Do you understand."

With tears streaming down her cheeks, she nodded.

"Good. Now do it."

She picked up her phone, and dialed 911. The phone rang once before it was picked up.

"911 what's you emergency."

"Please help me. T-the two boys on the news, Brian and James, there in South Carolina! I-I got a frantic phone call from m-my sister, telling me to send help. I think they have her, please you have to help her!"

Without waiting for a response, she hung up, and removed the battery from her phone. She then chucked it out the window.

"Good. Now, drive up to the nearest gas station."

After a three miles of driving, they reached an old rundown gas station. There was no one else using it. No witnesses. She pulled into it. James gave Brian the gun, who pointed it at the back of her head, and quickly got out of the car. He opened the trunk, rummaged through his bag, and came back with a coil of heavy rope. Mrs. Primrose stayed still while James tied her to the seat. She knew if sje moved or resisted, she'd be dead. He then reached into her pocket and took out her wallet. He pulled out twenty dollars, and went back outside. Mrs. primrose heard him rummaging through his bag, and after a minute, he walked over to the gas pump, a knife in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. He put the pump in the gas intake, placed in the twenty dollar bill into the machine, and began to pump gas into the car. Using his knife, he poked a hole in the hose of the gas pump. Gasoline began pooling around the car.

"Brian, get out."

Without hesitation, Brian jumped our of the car. James placed the lit cigarette near the rapidly expanding pool of gasoline. The minute he put it down, her ran. At this point Mrs. Primrose, who realized what was happening, screamed. The pool touched the cigarette, and combusted. A raging inferno soon engulfed Mrs. Primrose. The death wasn't instant. Her flesh bubbled and popped, flesh blackened. She continued to scream until she finally fell into shock, the pain completely overwhelming her. A few seconds later, after her teeth had cracked and shattered from the heat, the water in her eyes had expanded into water vapor and causing her eyes to pop, and her organs began liquefying, her brain shut down and she died.