Call Me | American Psycho Reader Insert

Chapter 12

Evelyn, still on the floor, watched the chaos unfold from the doorway, her eyes wide with horror. The cops stormed into the apartment, their guns drawn and their eyes scanning the room. "Ma'am, are you okay?" one of them barked, his eyes taking in the shattered vase, the bloodstains on the floor.

Her voice was a hoarse whisper as she tried to speak. "Y/N... he's gone," she managed, her hand moving to her throat. The cops' eyes snapped to hers, their expressions hardening.

The one who had spoken, a burly man with a no-nonsense look, crouched beside her. "Miss, can you tell us what happened here?"

Her voice was a dry croak. "He killed her," she managed to say, pointing at Elizabeth's lifeless body. "He's a monster."

The officers exchanged a look, their expressions grim. "Ma'am, we need to get you to safety," the burly cop said, reaching for her arm. She flinched at his touch, her body still in fight-or-flight mode.

Y/N's footsteps grew fainter as he sprinted through the alley, his mind racing with the thought of being caught. He knew he had to get to his apartment, to clean up any evidence that could link him to the murder. The sirens grew more distant, but the fear remained a living, breathing thing inside him, a creature that clawed at his chest.

Meanwhile, in the apartment, Evelyn sat on the floor, her eyes glazed over with shock as the cops swarmed around her. Their voices were a cacophony of questions and orders, but she heard none of them. She was too busy reliving the moments of terror that had brought her to this point.

The burly cop's hand on her arm brought her back to reality. She allowed herself to be led to the couch, the weight of Elizabeth's sacrifice a crushing burden. The room was a whirlwind of activity, but all she could focus on was the cold emptiness in her chest where her friend's warmth had once been.

"Miss, can you tell us what happened?" the cop asked again, his voice gentle but firm. Evelyn took a deep, shaky breath, trying to piece together the events of the night into something coherent. Her mind was a fog of fear and pain, but she knew she had to be clear.

Y/N's footsteps grew fainter as he sprinted through the city streets, the sirens a fading memory behind him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He knew he couldn't outrun them forever, but for now, the thrill of the chase was all that kept him going. The wind tugged at his clothes, whispering the secrets of the night as he darted down a narrow alley.

A homeless man emerged from the shadows, his eyes hopeful as he held out a trembling hand. "Spare some change?" he rasped, his voice a sad reminder of the world's indifference. Y/N's fists clenched at his sides, the stress and fear of the night boiling over into rage. Without a word, he unleashed all his pent-up anger, his foot connecting with the sitting man's ribs with a sickening crunch.

The homeless man crumpled to the ground, his eyes wide with pain and confusion. Y/N didn't stop, didn't even slow down. He continued to stomp, the crack of bones and the wet thud of flesh beneath his feet a cathartic release. The alley was a canvas for his rage, the only audience the indifferent brick walls. The man's cries grew weaker, his breaths shallower, until finally, there was only silence.

Y/N stood there, panting, his eyes wild and his heart racing. The adrenaline coursed through his veins, mixing with the fear and anger that had been building all night. He stared down at the lifeless body, a twisted sense of satisfaction curling his lips. He had shown them all. He had shown them that he was not to be trifled with.

He knew he had to move fast. The sirens were getting closer, the vultures circling his domain. He couldn't let them take it away from him, not when he had worked so hard to build it up. He went to the bathroom, the cold tiles a clear contrast to the warmth of the blood still sticking to his skin. He turned on the faucet, watching the water run red down the drain, the crimson mixing with the white porcelain.

With meticulous care, he cleaned his shirt, his eyes lingering on the bloody spots on it. It was a silent testament to his failure, to the cracks in his perfect facade. He wrapped it in a plastic bag, tucking it into the back of the medicine cabinet. It was only a matter of time before they found it, but by then, he would be long gone.

Evelyn's voice grew stronger with each word, the horror of her story painting a vivid picture for the cops. They took notes, their expressions a mix of skepticism and growing concern. It was a tale too bizarre to be true, yet the evidence before them spoke volumes. The blood, the fear in her eyes, the shattered vase - it all pointed to a monster hiding in plain sight.

Y/N, his breathing heavy, dashed through the city streets, the taste of the homeless man's fear still fresh on his tongue. He arrived at Evelyn's apartment building, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew she would be back soon, her desperation for safety leading her straight to him. He slipped into the shadows, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of her.

With the grace of a burglar, he scaled the fire escape, his hands and feet moving with practiced ease. He had been here many times before, but never with such dire purpose. At the top, he found her window, the one she had always left open for him. He slid it open, the cold night air rushing in to greet him like a lover's embrace.

The apartment was quiet, eerily so. It was a stark contrast to the cacophony of the night's earlier events. He knew the cops would be watching her, waiting for him to make his move. But they hadn't counted on his patience, his meticulous planning.

Y/N had always loved the thrill of the hunt, the thrill of the unknown. But now, the tables had turned, and he was the prey. He had to be smarter, more cunning than ever before. He waited in the darkness of her bedroom, his eyes adjusted to the shadows, his breathing slow and steady.

The sirens grew closer, their wails a symphony of panic that sang in his ears. He knew he had to move, had to hide before they found him. But then he heard it - the click of the lock, the soft creak of the door. His heart skipped a beat as Evelyn's heels clacked against the marble floor, her voice shaky but determined as she called out for him.