The Garden of Chaos

Chapter 2 (The police should've stayed)

After almost the whole ass day, they let go of my wrist. Finally, it was starting to ache due to how tight they were grasping onto me. The woman leans down at me as their smile slowly creeps to the side of their face. "So uhm.. what's your name..?" I timidly ask. They snapped their head to the side, paranoia taking over as I heard the crack from their neck. "Name's Brendy." They whispered in an chillingly eerie tone as they leaned closer, grasping onto my shoulders, looking into my eyes as my heart sank down to my stomach. After probably 5 straight minutes, I heard a familiar siren as Brendy dashed into a rose bush, I know that hurt since they did that without hesitation. I heard them whimper in pain but I kicked the bush to keep the bitch silent, they can cry about it later.

The cop cars park in front of my house, slamming the door shut as they go up to me. Great more fucking drama... they look at me then the bush in confusion before looking back at me. "I'm not going to ask about the bush but have you seen this crazed woman that escaped the prison just up the road?" I sighed as I knew I had to now act surprised like a little bitch. "Oh really! No I haven't but I'll tell you when I see them." I said with audible fear. The police and me then chatted about useless shit about the prison before they left to visit the next neighborhood. I let out a relieved sigh before I go to my porch, grabbing my latex gloves and pulling Brendy out of there without a word. They fell onto the ground with a pained grunt and expression as I currently didn't give two shits since they did that to themself. I looked at them with sympathy as I took the gloves off, using one hand to show the front door. "Do you want me to take care of you? Since I don't think you want thorns up your ass this whole time." Brendy looked at them up and down as they have a puzzled expression with her unhinged face still. "And why the fuck do you want to help me? Aren't I wanted by the police, don't chu wanna get rid of me?" She demanded to know as she visibly got impatient, tapping her finger onto the ground.

Brendy's POV:

I looked up at her, annoyed with her fucking voice as it's so high pitched. She's even more crazy than me if she wants to keep a 'crazed woman' in her own home, is she more insane than me? Probably not, but there's a chance that she might be. I glanced up at her as she was still thinking of something to say about what I said. I chuckled as I grabbed her ankle, she looked down at me as I dragged her into her own home before she can even speak. She writhed around in my grasp as I wiped her across the floor, causing her to freeze for a second as she's dizzy so easily. Fat ass motherfucker can't even handle that, explains why she's a gardener. I then picked her up bridal style since I'm being so nice for once and tossed her into her own room, locking the door as she banged against it. "WAIT PLEASE DON'T DO THIS, WE CAN WORK SOMETHING OUT!" The gardener screamed from the room. I sighed in pleasure from the terror unleashed from a single action. "This is what you brought upon yourself" I crooned as I go downstairs and went for the nearest kitchen knife. Bingo, it was a butchers knife and it's been sharpened recently from the looks of it.

I go back upstairs, unlock the door and slammed it open, causing the gardener to jump in surprise, her face immediately sank in despair as she backs up onto the wall. I let her stammer a bit before stabbing the knife into the wall as I grabbed her neck, digging my claws in as it causes her to bleed out just a bit. She whimpers as she tries to kick me away from her, but even with all that effort, she still will fail against me no matter what. I chuckled at the attempt though as I take the butcher knife out the wall and slide the blade across her thigh. It causes a little shink sound as I hear the gardener's heart beat faster in fear. It was something that felt nostalgic to me but it was something that I craved, blood and the suffering of my victims as just playing with them makes me satisfied. But not for long unless I keep them tied up in a basement, but since I don't have a home currently, this would do for now. The gardener frantically looks around as she kicks me at the side of my head, causing me to slightly cut her thigh with the knife as she ran to the side of the room and grabbed something as the immediately ran up to me.

W H A M

I dropped onto the ground as I felt a red, warm liquid run down my face.. was that my blood..? I can't believe she had the guts to do that, and out of all people, she did it to ME... I saw her get into a panic immediately as something triggered her. She started to cry as she shook rapidly. She was in a trance of trauma.. I would wonder what happened but now is not the time to ask questions as I grabbed the bat and knocked her out instead as she's vulnerable. She went down like a fly, twitching on the ground slightly as she curled up into the ball slowly. It felt good to inflict pain but it felt different with her, it makes me want to kill her already since it wasn't as fun but it was something than nothing. I then licked the blood wound before figuring out she had O type blood. Interesting, someone who finally has blood like this, more sweet than usual, I can get used to this. When the blood doesn't come out, I would pinch the wound for more to come out. When it was finally done, I picked her up gently and placed her on her bed like nothing happened, I sighed as I put a bandaid on her cut wound so she thinks this day was just a dream. I pat her shoulder as she just leaned into my touch like a helpless puppy, it made me have a slight soft spot but it was fucking gross overall.

But she seems pretty nice so I'll try to keep her around without killing her.

But if she betrays me, I can't keep that promise for long, even if I wanted to...