Short Stories and Oneshots

The Psychopath Pt. 1

A/N: This is a short story that I had to write for a school project. It is kind of a horror story but there really isn't anything too gory or creepy, but this is just kind of a heads up. It's not really scary though.

As I lay in bed this morning the only thing I can think about is him. Oh him. The man that I hate with every fiber of my being. The man that can disguise his true self all too well. I cannot stand that man; he has been taken over by the devil. Nobody else can see it. Nobody would believe me if I were to tell them, so I keep it to myself. They are all too stupid to see it, or perhaps they just wouldn't understand my superior intelligence. No, their closed minds wouldn't be able to pick-up and comprehend those small hints that he leaves. They just wouldn't notice it. I would feel bad for his wife, Linda, but she brought this upon herself. It's her fault that her daughter is no longer safe, that she herself isn't safe. Now for anyone too incapable of seeing it themselves, I am talking about William Dixon. My mother, Sarah, tells me to call adults Mr. and Mrs. but I see no need. Those titles are for people above me. I have no use for them, for none of the adults I'm surrounded by deserve them.

I am Brian Shephard. The son of Tom and Sarah Shephard. I don't know Tom all too well, Sarah told me that he left when I was four. Frankly I couldn't care less, but Sarah tells me that I remind her a lot of him. She told me that I am practically the spitting image of him. From the pictures that I have seen he had dark hair and gray-green eyes on impossibly pale skin set in a lithe frame. While I may not look exactly like him, I still look closer to him than Sarah. She has forever tan skin with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Most people can't even believe that I'm her son. They're idiots.

I am watching through my curtains onto the street below like I regularly do in the mornings when I see the one and only William Dixon walk out from our apartment building. He has spent so much time preoccupying my thoughts that I have completely memorized his appearance and could pick him out in a sea of people. He is in his mid-thirties with graying chestnut hair and slate eyes set in a toned frame.

Unfortunately I am stuck with this man as my neighbor. I suppose if this man were not afflicted with the presence of the devil in his body, he might make a rather interesting companion. He seems to have an acceptable intelligence level, or at least isn't as stupid as most. However, William seems to be rather unlucky too. To start out, his wife, Linda, had three miscarriages before he finally got his only daughter, Sally, and now Linda can't have any more children. Like I said before, it's no one's fault but her own that she couldn't see William for who he is. Loving the devil will come with a cost.

I see William crossing the street to the coffee shop on the other side. I know his morning routine by heart now. Today is Saturday which means that he will be going on a walk. I never knew where he goes on these little walks, but I am going to find out today. This decision might seem very rash and irresponsible to small minded folk, especially considering that I could end up alone with this man. I am, however, a very prepared person, so I will be carrying my pocket knife that I take everywhere. May I add that Sarah does know I have this, she gave it to me because we live in New York. That should explain quite a bit.

I back away from the window and close the curtain. Walking out of my room, I switch off the lights and shut my door. I go to our front door and slip on my shoes. Sarah is at work right now and I will get back before her shift ends so I see no points in leaving a note. I know which park William will be going to so I decide to make my way there before him.

As I'm walking to the park, possibilities of what will happen keep running through my head. Eventually I get to a bench near the edge of the forest at the park and I decide to wait there for William. I sit there staring at everyone playing with dogs, children, each other, etcetera. Their happiness is slightly sickening and to look at it makes me angry. After about a half hour of waiting, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look up into the face of William Dixon.
"Hey, Brian," he said, looking down at me, "care to join me on my walk?"
"Yes I would love to," I said with as charming a smile I could muster. I didn't want him to have any suspicions of my plans. I thought that this would be my best and possibly only chance to finally put an end to this man who will one day put the world in ruins.

I do believe that he bought my charming act like everyone else in this foolish world has, because he nodded his head as a signal to follow him. Every time I replay this part in my mind I can't help but wonder how stupid the devil in this man's body must have been to never even suspect my motive. I mean surely he had to at least have the smallest of a hunch. Then my mind goes to the conclusions that if he really didn't have rats for brains, that he had been leading me out there to kill myself. However, he is the only one that can really answer that question, but he won't be here long enough to tell us.