Utterly Insane (Patrick Bateman x Reader)

Chapter 13- Here Kitty, Kitty

At Crayons, an insanely expensive restaurant with a childhood twist to it. The tablecloths are made of paper, jars of crayons litter every table, and many primary colors decorate the walls. Patrick sits drawing Christie with the chainsaw on her back with a small picture of Y/n close by while Evelyn eats next to him.

"I want a firm commitment." She says smiling and waving at a woman she knows.

"I think, Evelyn, that we've lost touch." Patrick stops drawing while carefully thinking of the right words.

"Why? What's wrong?" Evelyn doesn't bat an eye at Patrick as she holds a silent conversation with her friend. The woman across the room holds up her hand, showing a new bracelet. Evelyn smiles and nods approvingly.

"I need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot be corrected, but I have no other way to fulfill my needs. Instead, I have someone who understands and is willing to help along with also listening to what I'm saying. We need to talk." Patrick says as Evelyn hears the last part.

"Talk about what, Patrick?"

"It's over, Evelyn. It's all over." He picks up a crayon and crosses out the picture of Christie.

"Touchy, touchy.  I'm sorry I brought up the wedding. Let's just avoid the issue, all right? Now, are we having coffee?" Evelyn asks not noticing Patrick's stern expression.

"I'm fucking serious. It's fucking over. Us. This is no joke. I don't think we should see each other anymore." Patrick explains.

"But your friends are my friends, and my friends are your friends. I really don't think it would work." She notices something on his face. "You have a little something..." She stretched out her hand towards his lip.

"I know that your friends are my friends and I've thought about that." He grabs her wrist and places it on the table. "You can have them."

"You're really serious, aren't you?" Evelyn whispers.

"Yes, I am."

"What about the past? Our past?" She asks not believing what she is hearing. 

"We never really shared one." Patrick thinks about it.

"You're inhuman."

"No, I'm in touch with humanity. Evelyn, I'm sorry. I just...You're not terribly important to me." Patrick says not noticing Evelyn trying to cover her whines, but it slips out.

"Oh, no. No, no." She starts crying capturing the people's attention around them.

"I know my behavior can be erratic sometimes." Patrick says pushing her hands away from her face.

"What do you want me to do? What is it that you want?" Evelyn asks creating a scene making Patrick agitated.

"If you really want to do something for me, you can stop making this scene right now." He says quietly.

"Oh, God. I can't believe this." She goes back to crying,

"I'm leaving. I've assessed the situation, and I'm going." Patrick gets up.

"Where are you going?"

"Just leaving."

"But where?" She questions.

"I have to return some videotapes." Patrick walks out of the restaurant as Evelyn dries her tears, not believing what had happened.

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In the late evening, Patrick walks down the street and stops at an ATM inserting his card.. Below him, he hears small meows and looks down to see a small grey cat. "Here kitty, kitty." He picks up the cat with a small smile and pets it. He looks at the screen to read 'FEED ME A STRAY CAT' and tries to push the cat into the deposit slot. He takes a gun out from his coat and points it at the kitten, not noticing a woman walking towards him.

"Oh, my god. What are you doing? Stop that." The woman approaches him and he shoots her in the chest making her fall as he places the kitten down. 

Due to the sound of the gunshot, a police car arrives at the end of the street with its sirens on quickly. Patrick takes his card from the machine and walks away quickly till he is at a good distance to start sprinting away. He passes a couple of cars trying to open the door, but the alarms start to sound making him run to another street to get away.

As he turns the corner multiple police sirens are heard and turns to see police cars stopping next to him. Multiple men step out of the cars and point their guns at him. "Drop the weapon! Drop it now!" Patrick raises his hands. "Get on the ground! Put..." Patrick then starts shooting at them making them duck and the police start firing back.

Patrick ducks down behind a car and continues shooting wildly, breaking a window and hitting one of the police officers. Patrick gets up and hits a tank that explodes near the police cars as another bullet hits the police car making it go up in flames. He looks at the gun in bewilderment and checks his head as the flames start dying. 

Patrick runs off till he arrives at an office building and enters while panting. "Burning the midnight oil, Mr. Smith? Hey, now don't forget to sign in." The night watchman says making Patrick stop and shoot him in the head. He runs towards the revolving doors on the other side of the building and swings around. He notices a janitor exiting one of the elevators and turns back to shoot him before leaving the building.

He runs till he sees Pierce & Piece and enters the lobby, nodding at the watchman and signing in. He then walks towards the elevator with a half-sob at the actions he has done. The elevator stops on his floor and exits as he quickly walks toward his office to look at the street below. 

Suddenly, a helicopter searchlight scans the building, frightening Patrick as he drops to the floor behind his desk. He quickly takes the phone from the desk and dials a familiar number he knows. As the phone rings, Patrick sobs till someone answers the phone.  

"Hello? Patrick?" Y/n answers concerned hearing him silently cry.

"Y/n. I'm so so sorry. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't. I've killed so many people tonight and I'm afraid that they are after me. They know how I look and know where I work. I really tried to be the perfect person for you, but the blood lust was too much to fight. You should be careful since they could link me to you and will be able to know about your family operations. I really tried. I hope I get to see you soon. I love you." Patrick quickly explains with tears streaming down his face as he hears police sirens below.

"Patrick. Patrick, what happened? Are you ok? What do you mean they're after you? Patrick, where are you?" Y/n quickly questions, but before she could get an answer Patrick hangs up and dials another number.

"Harold, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer, so I think you should know I've killed a lot of people. Some escort girls in the apartment uptown. Uh, some homeless people, maybe five or ten, an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some doughnut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, uh an-and some man, some faggot with a dog. Last week, I killed another girl with a chainsaw." Patrick starts breaking down. "I had to. She almost got away, and...there was someone else there. I can't remember, maybe a model. She's dead, too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an ax in the face. His body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it. Some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even..." Patrick tries to find the words as he remembers what he did. "I ate some of their brains...and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I...I JUST HAD TO KILL A LOT OF PEOPLE, AND UM...I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. So, I mean...I guess I'm a pretty...I mean, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar. So, you know. Keep your eyes open."

Patrick hangs up the phone trying to catch his breath as he thinks of what would happen now.

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