𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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She's gone.. she can't come back.

No, she can't.

Alex was now free! Able to do what he wants to, when he wants to, and not have to worry about being hurt on a day to day basis. He was still a little shook, but nonetheless relieved. Who wouldn't be? I mean, who wouldn't be terrified at the same time too? Because one thing was for sure, this kid was quaking in his boots to say the least. He can't stay nearby for long, he has to venture out where he can't be found. Ever. He could also stay close enough to be just out of reach. Just to mess with Sarah's head. Now y'see, the boy didn't realize it just yet, but he's gone insane. He isn't aware of his insanity, he thinks he's still a little sane at the very least right now. But at the same time he was having violent and intrusive thoughts, and the fact that he thinks he hasn't gone completely mental is flabbergasting.

And then a thought came to mind. What if I just have to.. prove that I deserve her love? I've been doing nothing but taking, maybe I should do something that shows just how much I love her. In reality, he didn't really love her, but something in his stomach didn't set right without her. Good 'ol Stockholm syndrome. He didn't know what that was nor that it was happening, he just thought he wasn't doing enough to earn her affection. He stopped dead in his tracks, an idea coming to mind. He looked down at the gun on his hip, the pocket that held his knife, the backpack that was packed with weapons and ammo. And started to run back the way he came. In the dark, leaving the old town behind.

...

The night was stressful for Sarah. Whilst Alex was running back to the area she lived in, she had been having some pretty bad anger issues. Holes were in the walls, things were thrown around, broken, and uncleaned as of right now. The living room was starting to dim from the setting sun, and the girl was on the floor. She was sitting against the couch, regretting every single decision she had ever made. She questioned her own actions beyond how much anyone else ever could, asking herself why she did all those horrible things. Her boyfriend had run off to escape her, dear god she was a terrible person. She never wanted to lose control like that.

Never in her life did she think she would either. She did lose control with Tanya, but even then it wasn't as extreme as this. What kind of monster has she turned into?! Jesus. Maybe she can trh and forget about what horrid things she did, and start anew. Yeah. That's what she'll do! She can just refresh her social life. She's still pretty young, she has a lotta years ahead of her. She can do that. With a hefty and sniffly sigh she stood up. Going to clean up everything she threw and broke in a fit of rage.

Eventually well into the night, everything was tidied up. She still felt like utter garbage, but who cares. She just went straight ti bed without dinner that night, her appetite gone from all the sobbing she did. Her dreams were non-existent that night. But she did wake up like she just had a nightmare. Sweating, hyperventilating, panicky. Something was off. She looked around the room and sighed, shrugging off the feeling. Her paranoia getting worse by the minute. This was her own descent into madness. She got up and combed her hair, brushed her teeth, her whole morning routine. Just on edge.

She felt really uneasy and defenseless, along with just overall feeling small. Nobody was here to protect her anymore. She's all alone now, and who's fault was that? Hers. She didn't want to believe it quite yet, but the facts are still there thag this was all indeed because of her. She was the one that caused all this pain to happen in the first place, why wouldn't it be her fault? Yeah, that's what I thought. She slipped on a coat and walked outside, towards her work. The day dragged by painfully slowly while she was there, and it felt like at any given moment she would be murdered or kidnapped by someone. She just generally felt really unsafe. On her lunch break she sat by herself at her station instead of talking to her friends, too scared to even speak. Something wasn't sitting right in her stomach at all, maybe she got sick or maybe she thinks she's gonna get killed at any given moment by the one and only, Alex. Who knows.

Meanwhile...

Alex had been going on one of his biggest murder sprees. He dragged all his victims's lifeless bodies to a dumpster, a specific one that he dragged somewhere hidden, and dumped them in one by one. He had killed so many people that he couldn't even count anymore how manh people's lives he ended. The dumpster helped with disposal, as any dumpster probably would. He tried to at least write down how many people he killed, but once  he got to about 20 he just stopped. He got a little too carried away and lost count. He thought that this was all going to prove to Sarah that he is worthy of her love. He was convinced that she would take him back with open arms and give him the affection he wanted so badly the minute thag she found out he did all this. For her. These people didn't even pose any actual threat to his relationship with Sarah, but he thought they did.

He thought they were going to take his place, and win her over instead of him. He wanted to win her over again. He craved it. He was going more insane without it. He was only wanting to kill so he could be with her. Only for her. He just wanted to be with her. This is most likely the voices in his head taking iver right now instead of Alex actually having control over his thoughts and actions, but he didn't care. He just wanted her back. Despite all that pain and trauma she's already caused, he wanted her back in his arms. He wanted her to be sitting next to him, holding him close. He wanted to be the one to give her gentle kisses and obsess over her beauty, not someone else. He didn't want anyone else having her right now.

Splurch.

Bang.

Crunch.

2 more dead.