𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐃 , 𝚙. 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗

𝙘𝙝. 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 - 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩

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Patrick listened to the machine and tried to shove the kitten inside of it — the kitten meowed in discomfort as Patrick looked intently at it — reaching into his coat, he pulled out a Glock 17. He aimed it at the kitten's head. He cocked it and went to pull the trigger until, "Hey! What're you doing!" An old woman across the street called after Patrick. This resulted in Patrick dropping the kitten and aiming his weapon at the old woman, Beatrice went and grabbed the kitten and made sure it got away from the despicable man in front of her. Patrick pulled the trigger and it killed the woman across the street, he looked quizzically at the gun in his hand before Beatrice grabbed him, "What're you? Stupid? Let's go." The two began to run away before a bunch of cop cars appeared — Patrick shot at them causing their cars to explode.

They were so close to P&P. "Hands up!" An officer called which Patrick quickly shot at him along with multiple cop cars. "What the hell." Beatrice exclaimed before making her way inside the empty building, Patrick following behind her. Sirens could be heard as they went into Patrick's office. "How have you not run out of any bullets or anything?" Beatrice questioned as they stood in the dark, Patrick breathed heavily as he began to cry, "I don't know." A helicopter was audible from outside and soon a light was shining inside the room. The two ducked down behind his desk. Patrick pulled down his phone, he dialed a number quickly, he was sweating. No one answered — Patrick began to leave a message.

"Howard, it's Bateman. Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer, so I think you should know I killed a lot of people." He let out a painful chuckle. Beatrice watched in shock as Patrick continued, "Some escort girls in an apartment uptown, uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten, an N.Y.U. girl I met in Central Park. I left her at a parking lot behind some doughnut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun. And, and some man, some old fairy with a dog. Last week, I uh, I killed another girl with a chainsaw. I had to, she almost got away. And someone else there, I can't remember, maybe a model, she's dead too." Patrick looked up at Beatrice, gun still in hand, he twitched and before Beatrice could run — he aimed the gun at her head and shot her. "I killed the only woman who could have loved me in some fucked up way and uh..."

"Paul Allen, I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't wanna leave anything out here, I guess I've killed maybe... twenty people. Maybe forty! I have tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even um... I ate some of their brains... and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I uh, I just killed lots of people! And um... I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time." Patrick began to chuckle through his tears, "So uh, I mean, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy." He smoothed his hair back, "So if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar. So you know... keep your eyes open."

Patrick hung up, he looked at Beatrice and started to laugh and he grabbed her corpse — she wouldn't leave now — he placed her on his desk. The sun began to rise. Using his bare hands, Patrick ripped her clothes off, "Cheap." He spat before he unbuckled his pants and made sure that she was looking at him — she wouldn't leave him, he couldn't be alone in a town like this. After ending things with Evelyn and his other whores, he needed to have a backup — Beatrice was his backup. Patrick began to laugh quietly before his laughs turned to maniacal cackles that everyone had to have heard. This was coming to an end.

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