Psychopath

The monster

"You mother fucker."

Brian's hands and teeth were clenched, and his entire body was shaking.

"Your the fucker who best the shit out of me while I was sleeping! I'm gonna kill you!"

Disregarding safety entirely, Brian charged toward Paul. James, after a second of hesitation, ran toward the man too. Once Brian reached him, Paul swung the cleaver at his head. Brian used both his hands to grab the mans arm, stopping the blade. With the threat of the knife gone, James attacked the man relentlessly. He slammed his foot into the mans groin, crushing the soft organs. He let out a cringe inducing wail and collapsed to his knees in agony. Still holding the hand with the knife, Brian grabbed one of the mans fingers, and wrenched it backward. The man cried out in pain and dropped the knife. James shoved him to the ground began kicking him in the abdomen and back, while Brian went to work kicking him in the face. His nose and several ribs broke. After a full three minutes of ruthless and relentless kicking, James grabbed he man by his thinning blond hair, and dragged him over to his fallen meat cleaver. He grabbed the knife and flipped Paul over to so that he was lying on his stomach. With a scream he brought the cleaver down on the back of the man neck. It sunk deep into his flesh. Blood sprayed out of the wound for 15 full seconds before it began streaming down his neck. James continued slamming the meat cleaver into the man neck until his head was severed from the rest of his body. He turned to Brian.

"Lets send Mr. Andrews a message he won't forget.

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Mr. Andrews looked at what the boys had done in horror. Despite years of seeing dead bodies, he was still repulsed by what those two had done. Paul's head was attached to the headless corpse of a pig, fastened onto the pig corpse by a series of chains and meat hooks. Paul's nose and ears had been sliced off and in their place were the ears and nose of a pig, attached using dozens of small hooks. A piece of paper was nailed onto his chest. He walked over to it and brought his flashlight up to see what it said. He was a pig in life, so it's fitting he die a pig. You should have sent someone more capable. He felt a rush of anger flow through him. How dare they mock one of his men.

"I swear, you pricks haven't won."

Those kids where smart, but there was one thing they were forgetting. They were using the money he had payed them to get around. Whenever they bought anything, he would know exactly where they were.

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James and Brian settled into their new hotel room.

"We should be safe here. At least for a little while. But just in case, you sleep with the magnum next to you, I'll sleep with the knife."

Brian nodded in agreement and looked at his watch.

"It's almost midnight. I'm gonna go to sleep. You should too. Tomorrow, we need to start figuring out how we can find this "Mr. Andrews" and kill him before he can attack us again."

"I agree. I already have some ideas, but we'll discuss them tomorrow."

"Alright good. I'll take the couch for tonight. You can have the bed."

"Thanks. Goodnight."

"Night."

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James awoke at exactly six in the morning. With a yawn and a stretch, he got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. Thirty feet in front of him, he saw the light brown couch Brian had slept in last night. Brian was gone. In his place was an envelope. Not Brian. James felt a lump form in his throat, and he felt sick to his stomach. He had already lost Abigail and Marisa. Brian was the only person he had left, he couldn't loose him too. With a heavy heart, he walked over to the couch and picked up the envelope. He shook the contents out on the couch. A note stained in blood and a severed earlobe fell onto the couch. It was too much. The fear of loosing Brian, coupled with the sight of the severed body part caused James to run to the bathroom and puke. Acidic vomit spewed out of his and tuned the toilet water a sickly brown and yellow. After a minute of non-stop puking, he managed to shakily get to his feet and go back to the couch. He picked up the letter and quickly read it.

Meet me at the butchery if you ever what to see your little friend again.

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Hey guys! So like the last time janes had a big decision to make, I'd like to know what you guys would like to see happen. So, let me know in the comments what you think he should do. Should he not try and save Brian and run, or should he meet Mr. Andrews at the butchery with the hopes if saving his friend. If no one comments, that's perfectly fine ill decide how the story goes. Thanks!