Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 11

"You think you can hide from me?" he taunted, his voice a low growl. "You think you can escape?"

Evelyn's eyes narrowed, her fear morphing into anger. "You're insane," she spat, adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

Y/N's smile grew wider, revealing a hint of the madness lurking beneath. "Insane?" he repeated, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "Or just a man who's tired of playing by your rules?"

With a roar, Evelyn launched herself at him, her nails digging into his face. Elizabeth, finding her own courage, grabbed a shard of the broken vase and held it out like a weapon. They fought with a ferocity born of desperation, their every move a dance of survival.

Y/N, unfazed by the attack, grabbed Evelyn by the throat, lifting her off the ground. His grip was like iron, his eyes wild with rage. Elizabeth swiped at him with the shard, scoring a line across his arm. He flinched but didn't let go, his smile twisting into a snarl.

The two women, fueled by a primal instinct to survive, clawed and bit at his face, their nails tearing through flesh and fabric. His laughter grew louder, more deranged, as he reveled in the chaos. They were a blur of limbs and fury, fighting not just for themselves, but for every innocent soul he had taken.

In a flash of strength, Y/N threw Evelyn across the room, sending her crashing into a bookshelf that toppled over her. He turned to Elizabeth, who held the jagged shard of the vase in trembling hands. "You think this will stop me?" he sneered, advancing towards her.

Elizabeth's eyes widened with terror, but she stood her ground. "You're not going to win," she gasped, her voice trembling with fear and anger. "You can't keep doing this."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, his grip on Evelyn's throat tightening. "Win?" he repeated, his voice a chilling purr. "This isn't a game, darling. This is life."

With a surge of adrenaline, Evelyn managed to dig her nails into his arms, drawing blood and tearing through his tailored shirt. He roared in pain and surprise, loosening his grip enough for Elizabeth to pull away. Elizabeth took the opportunity to plunge the shard into his chest, her eyes wide with terror and determination.

Y/N staggered back, a look of disbelief crossing his face as he clutched at the crimson stain spreading across his shirt. For a moment, Evelyn dared to hope. But then his eyes found hers, and the monster within him seemed to laugh, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. With a snarl, he yanked the shard from his chest and tossed it aside, the wound already closing before their eyes.

"You bitches," he growled, his voice a low rumble of pure malice. His hand shot out, wrapping around Elizabeth's throat and lifting her off the ground. She kicked and struggled, her eyes bulging, but his grip was unyielding. With a vicious twist, he snapped her neck, her body going limp in his arms.

The room was silent except for the sound of his heavy breathing and the distant wail of a siren. Evelyn's heart hammered in her chest as she watched in horror, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. This was it. This was the moment she had feared, the moment she had been running from.

Y/N's eyes grew wide, his grip on her neck loosening slightly as the sirens grew louder. Panic etched lines into his usually flawless face, his pupils dilating as he searched the room frantically. He had always been so in control, so calculated, but now he was unraveling before her eyes.

The sirens grew closer, the sound of impending doom echoing through the luxurious apartment. His eyes darted to the window, the curtains fluttering in the breeze like the wings of a trapped bird. The world outside was closing in on him, the facade of normalcy he had so carefully constructed threatening to crumble around him.

With a snarl of frustration, Y/N released Evelyn, his grip on reality slipping away. He knew he had to run, to find a place to hide where he could regroup, to think. The hunt was on, and he was the prey. He couldn't let them catch him, not like this, not when he was so close to achieving everything he had ever wanted.

Evelyn collapsed to the floor, her throat raw and her eyes locked on Elizabeth's lifeless form. Her friend's eyes stared up at the ceiling, a silent plea for help that would never come. The room spun around her, a sickening mix of grief and terror churning in her stomach. She knew she had to move, had to get to the cops, but her body felt like it was made of lead.

Y/N's eyes darted around the room, his mind racing. He knew the sirens meant the end was near, the jig was up. With a final, furious look at Evelyn, he turned and sprinted for the door, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silent apartment. Evelyn's eyes followed him, a silent scream trapped in her throat.

As the sirens grew louder, he slipped out into the hallway, his heart hammering in his chest. The cops were everywhere, their flashlights cutting through the darkness like a hundred accusatory fingers. He waited, his breath shallow and quick, listening for the telltale sounds of their approach.

He watched the red and blue lights play across the floor, the distant murmur of their voices growing closer. And then, in a moment of pure instinct, he bolted. His feet barely touched the stairs as he descended, his mind racing with the possibilities of escape.

The lobby was a whirlwind of flashing lights and stern faces, but Y/N remained calm, his mask of sanity firmly in place. He slipped out the back exit just as the first officers burst into the building, their boots echoing through the hallways like the footsteps of fate.