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★ ╰┈➤ 'Pyscho Killer. ' [Adrian Pimento]

TW ; murder, gore, drugs, violence, attempted su!cide! if any of these trigger you, you may want to skip this chapter. OVERALL, this chapter if very very VERY gruesome

★ ; Third person ; 

Adrian woke up, his head hurting. He was laying on the cold hard concrete floor. His head was pounding like somebody was using his head like a drum, Adrian tried to stand up, but he couldn't. His body felt so week, what had happened? Adrian slowly sat up; his back hurt a lot.

★ ; Adrian ; 

I looked at the floor, my eyes blurry slowly adjusting to the lights in the concrete room. There were pills on the ground and an almost empty orange pill bottle. I couldn't make up what had happened, all I knew that it was something bad. I slowly grabbed the pill bottle, and I looked at its label. The label read Prozac.

Prozac was a medication often used for depression, anxiety and sometimes OCD. I kept looking at the bottle, trying to find a prescription on the label to see who these were meant for. I finally found the prescription on the label, as I read it. It finally came together, I looked at the name on the bottle in disbelief. It said, "Adrian Pimento." It was prescribed for me. What had I done.

I looked at the ground, angrily throwing the pill bottle to the corner of the cold, damp concrete room. I couldn't believe I tried to off myself, I am an undercover detective. I need to finish my work and get the information I need to finish my research and get Figgis into jail. I need to get my evidence against Figgis. How could I let myself go?

I couldn't just sit there dissatisfied in myself, I needed to figure out where I was and where Figgis was. I needed to escape this room, find Figgis and do whatever the hell sick thing he needs me to do. I tried to get up, but my headache kept me from moving quickly, how was I alive?

I slowly and carefully got up; I stood up looking around the room more. I was analyzing the room, when it hit me. This Is the place Figgis would put the bodies, it was the room where he would store the cold, pale bodies. He thought I was going to die didn't he.

I tried to turn the nob to exit the room, but to no avail. The door was not budging whatsoever. I kept looking around the room, trying to find another exit or a way to break open the door. I looked around until something caught my eye, there was a few body bags.

Trust me, I didn't want to do this whatsoever but sometimes, I need to use some of the creepiest and grossest stuff to get out of situations. I walked over to a shelf and grabbed one of the body bags, it was surely old. Around a week old it seemed, I opened the bag and gagged at the rotting smell.

I needed to brace myself for what was about to happen, I grabbed the cold corpse by the legs and smashed it against the door's window. It wasn't working, I needed to knock on the door harder. I felt sorry as this person was dead and I was just peacefully smashing the poor dude's corpse against a door to escape, but I need to escape.

I took a massive deep breath and knock on the door again, the glass shatter. I dropped the body, feeling exhausted I was in no way "fit." I needed to take a breather that was insane, I grabbed a dead man's body from a body bag to bust a window on a door. I mean hey, it ended up working and now there is an exit for me.

I carefully grabbed the body, putting it back into the body bag and putting it back on the shelf. I needed to get a weapon before I was to exit the room, just incase Figgis' men were to find me as I plan my escape. If I find a weapon, I would be able to escape. Figgis would think that I'm dead and somebody put my body into one of the bags.

I looked around the room yet again, and I found a fire extinguisher, perfect. I grabbed the fire extinguisher from the corner, and I held it tightly, it was time to kick ass. I grinned, I was going to get out of this place, change my identity, and go back to the precinct. Most likely go and get therapy, but still go back to the precinct.

I carefully arched my back as to not get stabbed by the glass and I exited the room, looking around in the hallways. Looking for any of Figgis' men, the hallway seems to be just one straight line, I am surprised there is no guards or anything like that here.

I looked around the hallway, until I got to this one turns off. I heard voices, two male voices. It had to be Figgis' men, it had to be. They must be coming to go theoretically stuff me in one of those body bags. But I'm not dead so they can't do that! I just need to take them down, and not die.

I waited for them to turn the corner so I can strike them both in the head with the fire extinguisher. I watched as the men were about to turn the corner and I hit the one closest to me in the head with the extinguisher, blood squirted all over me and the other man as the other man let out a loud yelp. Guess he was expecting his partner to die right Infront of him huh?

I turned around the corner with my bloody extinguisher, smiling at the man as he pulled out a gun. "Put it down. NOW!" The blonde man yelled at me, his hands shaking whilst he held his gun at me.

I looked at him dead in the eyes, I was going to risk it. I quickly moved my arms and hit the man in the leg, causing him to turn his gun. He shot the ceiling and fell to the ground in pain, his leg was surely broken or something. The blonde figure dropped his gun as he held his leg on the ground groaning in pain.

I quickly grabbed the gun and shot him quickly, I tried to wipe the blood off my forehead but it only smudged on my forehead. I sighed in relief; I was able to take the first two men down how hard could the rest be?

I went down the part of the hallway the two men came from and found a door that led to a bunch of stairs, the staircase appeared to go all the way down even to the basement of the building. I was going to go down these stairs, I felt safer now as I had a gun.

TO BE CONTINUED!!