Horror Case

Chapter- 2

"You coming out tonight?" Gail, my
best friend, purred as she gave
me those longing eyes when she
stopped by the door of the
bathroom in our dorm. It was the
type of look where she asked a
question even though she already
knew the answer. I wished I could
go out with her, but I couldn't,
as much as I was dying to.

"Remember? I have that blind date
thing. You know, the guy I met
online."

Her dark hair was tied up in a bun,
something she did before she
would be ready to hit the town when we had the funds, but most
of the time we went to frat
parties. She pouted, making her
green eyes appear sad. "Oh."

Then it was as if she had a
light-bulb moment and lifted one
finger up. "Wait. You mean the
one guy who loves serial killers
and shares your crazy
obsession?"

I felt a little weird telling her
about the group I joined and this
guy that I met online. I didn't
tell her that he was a jerk; one
who claimed to have enough
information to say that all the
stuff they said about Ted Bundy
was bogus and there was no correlation between serial killers
and the inner workings of their
brains.

They were psychopaths who loved to
bring harm to others, that was
all there was to it. That idiots
like myself wanted to believe that
it had to do with mother nature
or the way their brain was
wired.

He insulted my intelligence, which
should have told me to stop
talking to him from the start.

They were sick.

All the screws were loose.

However we wanted to sugarcoat it,
it all boiled down to the same
thing: We lived in a world where
there were good people and bad
people. Serial killers were the
bad ones, and we could glorify
it, but it was as simple as that.
He liked to think of the world as
being so cut and dry, but my
world was completely different. I
joined for a reason; a reason no
one knows. A secret I was holding
on to, the real reason I left
Russia.

And just in case this turned into
a fabulous date and I got lucky,
I had to make sure I took my medication beforehand because if I
didn't, I'd feel super horny.
Whenever I got too wound up with
a guy, it would be like I had a
terrible stomach flu and I'd have
to leave, to crawl into my own
bed until the horrible cramps and
nausea ended. The downside was
that it left the side effect of
me not being remotely interested
in sex.

At times, I wondered if I'd ever
be with a man intimately.

And then this guy I was meeting
from the online chat. He intrigued
me and I wanted to meet him in
person after the long
conversations we'd had about serial killers.

I needed to see him tonight to
prove that his theory was wrong,
that it wasn't as simple as that.
And supposedly he had the proof
to show that it was, whereas I
had the opposite.

Her green eyes gave me the look,
not the begging one that she'd
given me moments ago, but one of
terror as her eyes widened and
she froze like she were in
shock.

"I don't want you to meet this guy.
I mean, you being in this group
freaks me out enough, but the
idea of you meeting someone who is in it worries me. I mean
aren't these groups full of
copycats?"

I chuckled as she said it, not
realizing what she was implying
about me.

"I'm twenty-one, I can handle
myself. Besides this means I am a
copycat too. And if I were, then
I would have been done with you
already!" I said as I jumped in
front of her and started to
tickle her.