Rehab For A Psycho

Chapter 2

I positioned my double bladed knife comfortably in my hands as I waited for him to attack. But he just stood there, yawning at me. Taunting me with his eyes.

I grew impatient and decided to make the first move.

I swung my knife across his face, cutting some his hair off. But before I could cut any deeper, his hand blocked my move and trapped it between the crook of his forearm. Then, he twisted my wrist and causing me to scream out in pain.

If that wasn't bad enough, he swung me across the whole room with my back hitting the wall. I slid down like a bug on a windshield being wiped away.

I let out a groan as I frantically searched for my knife. My back just took 2 major hits today. Ow.

I tried pushing myself up but was stopped by a searing pain in my leg. I glanced down to see it twisted in an odd angle. I had just broken my leg in a fight for life and death and embarrassed myself in front of all my victims.

I've beaten up black belts at the age of 9 (taking up karate too), I've beaten up dudes armed with guns and knives, I've beaten up bullies in my old highschool. But nothing could've prepared me for this.

When he wasn't looking I reached out for the knife that landed beside me. I quickly snatched it away as his foots steps became louder and louder, stalking towards me. He stood by my side wearing a smile.

Crouching down, he grazed his fingers across my mask, creating a sound that was similar to a chalk rubbing against a whiteboard to echo inside of the mask.
My head jerked back at his touch as the grip on my knife tightened.

"Now as I was saying-" he started but was immediately interrupted as I slashed the knife across his whole face. The attack allowed blood to be splattered across my whole mask like paint on an empty canvas.

"Hahahaha! You're face got slashed by my whip! Classic COMEDY!" I heard a voice echo out as I watched him stumble back covering his face.

I shook my head as a laugh escaped my lips, mimicking his.

Images flashed through my head. A child with crying with a slash across her face, bleeding.

I'm becoming him.

Guilt panned through me as I watched him stumble back, screaming and yelling. I wasn't really the person to kill. But it had to be done.

I tried to reason out with myself as an undeniable wave of guilt came over me.

The crowd let out another inaudible gasp as some of them covered their mouth and some covered their children's eyes.

His hair was cut off in angle and his hands flew up to his face, screaming in pain. Blood began flowing down like a river, staining his pale face and hands.

Another image flashed through my head like a bright light blinding my vision. A child having to stitch her own bleeding face, as she choke back her sobs. She followed the instructions that was laid across her on the computer screen.

Another hysterical laugh escaped my lips as I saw the image flash in my head.

I'm going insane!