The Target

A Psychotic Glare!

His cold breath fanned through my ear. He was standing so dangerously close to me that I was white with fear. I felt his psychotic glare piercing my back like a knife.

"Language, Darling!" He whispered. There was something in his hand that he brushed against my waist. "Move," he commanded and for some twisted reason, I complied. I felt his presence fading as I took slow and small steps forward. "A-Adam?" "I can see you stopping. MOVE!" he shouted making me flinch. I walked slightly faster. "FUCK!" I screamed as I tripped over a rope-like thing. "Amy!" Harry called out. It was quite dark so I couldn't figure where Harry was. "Stop looking around and turn!" Adam commanded again.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked once I faced him again. "Why shouldn't I? It's fun... Fun to see you so weak and vulnerable," he scoffed and turned on the lights. I squinted my eyes to adjust to the brightness. Once I was able to see clearly, I looked around the warehouse for Harry. I couldn't find him, but I saw Beverly Mark tied up at the far end of the room. I looked around again but Harry wasn't in here. "BEV? What- How is she here? And where is Harry?" I asked Adam. Adam was pacing towards Beverly. It was too late when I realized that he had plunged the knife into her stomach. Beverly screamed. I started walking to her, but one glare from Adam was enough to make me stop in my tracks. "You know the difference between Lexi and you?" Adam presented a rhetorical question while taking small and slow steps away from an almost unconscious Beverly. How long has he kept her? I thought as I looked at her in guilt and fear and concern.

"ANSWER ME!" Adam shouted again. "W-what is th-the difference between L-Lexi and me?" I asked. Adam smirked and said, "Lexi actually cheated on me! So, I made her suffer and then killed her. But you, on the other hand..." Adam started walking to me. When he was close enough I closed my eyes. Seeing him talk like this made me feel heart-broken and terrified. "You are just a toy!"

He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me in closer. His breath was warm and his essence was fanatic. "Stop," I whispered as Adam started kissing me. "You love it!" He said. I shook my head and pushed him.

"NO, I DON'T! Stop fucking with my brain!" I screamed, amused at the sudden amount of courage. I cowered back down immediately when I saw his eyes go even darker. A maniacal glint was visible as he smirked and started walking slowly towards Beverly. He gripped his knife even tighter. "NO," I screamed. I tried running but I realized Adam had cuffed me by a pipe cemented on the wall. I tugged on the cuffs as I saw Adam stabbing Bev at least five times. Beverly whimpered in pain as she slowly lift her head to meet my eyes. I mouthed apologies as Adam went to the next room through a door right behind her. "Bev, I am so sorry! I didn't-" I started crying even harder.

I slid down by the pole.