PSYCHOPATH

chapter 2: eyes

Chapter 2: Eyes

~"I respect its meticulous construction, but you are wearing a very well tailored person suit."~

Ella crept up to the house, her heart wanting to burst out of her chest and her limbs starting to tremble. The screaming from the house was becoming more high-pitched, filled with apparent pain; Ella needed to do something, this wasn't a training drill. Oscar was growling and jumping up and down with anticipation, obviously startled by the sudden screeches, so she decided to tie his leash around the mailbox of the house.

After making sure it was secure, she quickly dialed the police with her shaking thumbs. "H-hello?" she asked in a urgent whisper once she was connected, "Y-yes, I was walking my dog and there's screaming coming from a house. I really need you guys to get over here, I-I think something really bad is happening." The woman responded that they were sending their people.

She was trying very hard to stay calm and collected. She never knew the amount of fear she could feel till now. This was real, and she was going to need to get used to it if she was ever to be an agent. She had half the mind to call James about it, but she wasn't sure yet what happened exactly, so she couldn't jump to conclusions yet.

But it started to look more appealing to do so when she noticed the broken door as she neared the house. And became almost a necessary action to go and call when the screaming of the woman stopped all together, suddenly and abrupt.

Pushing herself to tip-toe in, Ella slowly snaked her handgun out. She liked to keep one; it was licensed, even though she couldn't take it to the academy. Now it proved to be worth it. The whole house was eerily quiet, not a single footstep or slight shuffle to be heard. The first room was the living room. With her cerulean eyes wide, she peeked around the room, her white clenched hands waving the gun. All the lights were on, unlike the rest of the house. The coffee table was split in the middle, like someone was thrown on top of it. One of the chairs of the set's legs were snapped off. She was left wondering where the legs of it went.

Then her eyes found the first drop of blood, it discolored the rug like an old stain. Ella carefully looked for the next one, finding it in a bigger splotch further across the carpet. Bringing her head up warily, her eyes gravitated towards the small trail of blood towards the lit hallway. This was becoming of bigger momentum by the second.

Shifting the gun gingerly in her hands, she stepped forward and followed the red, her legs feeling as if they were going to give out. It was the worst sensation in the world. But she couldn't stop. She needed to do this; it was her duty as a person. Especially a person with a gun.

The blood trail started to become thicker as she went into the hall, the track of it winding down it and to the door at the end, promising the bathroom. Cautiously, Ella swiftly moved down the hall, knowing full well she was going nearer to the possible danger.

Nearing the bathroom door, she noted that there was blood on the handle of it. Using the edge of her sleeve, Ella gingerly cracked the door open and let it swing into the room naturally. With her wide eyes cautiously watching every move, she searched the wall with her hand and switched the lights on. She almost screamed at seeing the person, herself, in the mirror. Just a reflection.

But as she looked more carefully, Ella noticed something. And this time, despite all her instincts telling her to shut up, that stealth was key right now, she let out a long, high-pitched scream as she backed up into the bathroom door, her hand clamping over her mouth in horror. The mirror above the sink showed the other side of the bathroom.