Biting Back (Completed)

Sewer rat

I have become what I despised. I'm no better then him. Each day I go and get a burger. That's code for human. I drain their souls out for my own sake and life. I despise what I do, but I can't stop it.

Erick hasn't made much of an appearance. I've only caught a few glimpses of him here and there prowling around in the tunnels. I've found a few many room in the tunnel system, but no where have I found an exit or even a window. There's seems to be no way out.
I need to annoy Erick. If I do it enough he'll let me go or he'll keep his guard down and I can get rid of him myself. Sounds great and super easy if he wasn't always doing a disappearing act and also roaming around like a fucking ghost, haunting this place and my sanity.

By some pure luck of mine I found Erick in the library writing a letter. I tried to sneak up behind him. Slowly and quietly I tip toed into the library. "You smell like a gardenia. Not common to have such a distinctive smell. My wife smelled like tangerines, she always did..." He said as I got closer and runing the jumpscare.
"Damn you ruined it." -"Wait what do you mean I smell? Is it bad. Oh my God, I swear it's the sewers it's not me." I said pleadingly. "Gardenias a flower." He said back. "Oh, that's not too bad then. I'm not wearing perfume though." I anwsered back flattered and confused. "Just take the compliment." He said and scoffed and kept writing.

"Where are we anyways. Are we just like under the city in the sewer system." -"I knew you were a rat. I just didn't expect you to be so literal about it. I mean we're in the fucking sewage system. Couldn't you be like the movies and live in like a mausoleum. All the bad guys live in cool caves and shit like that, but this is literal shit. You live in literal shit man. You are living this a bit too precise. You could have settled somewhere a bit less smelly and you know less shitty. No pun intended." I blabbered. He just sat there writing his letter not minding that I was blabbering trying my best to annoy him.
I started talking about my problems with my past partners and how bad they always ended and bla, bla, bla...

He turned to look at me where I layed on the couch venting. I mean it's like a free therapy session, other than that he kind of killed and kidnapped me factor playing into it. I stopped talking as he looked at me. His glance was making me uncomfortable. The elevator music echoed through out my mind, haunting as ever. We just stared at each other until I gave up and left.

My plan won't work. I need to find his sweet spot. What triggers him to cry. What breaks him. Obviously something illuminating about his wife. What if I just go for it. Point a little stick to his heart and boom. He's dead, I'm free. Shit, what then. I'm going to be screwed when I get back. What about my blood thirsty need. I'm going to end up being just another Erick. Killing and prowling around. What the fuck does one do in this situation. Both die? I mean what else...

Fuck it. I'm at the bottom of the endless pit of despair and patheticness. I'm going to kill Erick. Get the freedom to live a new life.