The Delusional Psycho | KTH ✔

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My hands trembled uncontrollably, and an icy chill seemed to pervade my entire being. My body felt unusually light, and with every breath I took, my lungs protested in anguish, as if they were frozen inside.

I had been consumed by an intense bloodlust, bloodthirsty for revenge. However, now my mind was hazy, my thoughts numbed by the weight of everything that had happened. Just yesterday, I was desperate for this and now nothing matters to me more than Elara.

I needed closure, a way to find peace, even if momentarily, in the chaos. This would be the ultimate act of finality, the end of my violent crusade. I vowed never to pick up a weapon again, perhaps even promising myself to seek help and attempt to heal, perhaps even visiting a psychiatrist.

I was prepared to give up everything for her, but just this once, I had to go through with it. I couldn't love Elara properly or even love myself unless I ended things once and for all. I had never loved myself, always filled with self-doubt and loathing.

Was it possible that I too deserved to lead a life of peace, free from the chaos and turmoil that had consumed me thus far? A burning sensation in my chest made me realize there was a foreign emotion brewing within me: fear.

Fear was a completely foreign concept to me. I had always prided myself on being fearless, but now I found myself paralyzed by an unfamiliar emotion. For the first time in my fucking fucked up life, I am fucking scared. 

Part of me longed to leave everything behind and find solace in Elara's comforting embrace. However, the thirst for revenge consumed me, gnawing at my sanity after a lifetime of waiting. Eleven years had passed, and now that vengeance was within my grasp, Elara stood as a constant reminder of the life that could have been. I had kept my true intentions from her, promising myself that this would all be over soon.

Once this was over, I would take the time to lay everything bare before Elara, maybe even promise to become a better man for her. Perhaps then I would find the courage to confess my love, something I had never been able to utter until this very moment.

My footsteps quickened with every stride, but then, without warning, a sharp pang shot through my back. I let out a pained yelp, crumpling to my knees as a mixture of shock and agony coursed through my body.

My body was wracked with the sensation of electricity coursing through every vein, and I could feel my voice slowly begin to fade away. I gripped the ground desperately, my knuckles turning white as I strained to remain upright.

My gaze lifted, and in that moment, reality crashed in, confirming my worst fears. The police officer, armed with an electroshock gun, approached me, his movements deliberate and menacing. A sense of helplessness engulfed me as more officers closed in, their presence overwhelming.

"Motherfuckers...!"

My eyes widened, and a wave of fear washed over me, consuming every inch of my being. And then, like a switch turning off, darkness swept over my vision, and I crumpled to the ground, consciousness slipping away.