The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《17》

-Darcie-

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"So she awakens."

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My eyes squinted away from the small but bright flickering light which hung from the ceiling as I woke up.

I groaned at the ache coming from inside my head, feeling a warm thick liquid trickle down my forehead.

I stared at my knee, trying to see why it hurt so much. I could feel my jeans sticking to my leg, and I could see a dark patch over my knee, where it was bleeding from.

I tilted my head slightly, still adjusting myself to the light. My eyes opened wide as I realised that my hands were tied to the arms of the chair by large cable ties which dug into my skin. I began breathing shakily, starting to panic as I shook my hands, making an attempt to loosen the cable ties.

I heard a chuckle and looked up.

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"It's a sinister place when you're in it alone, right? All...tied up. Helpless." I gulped, and stared at him as Chandler crouched in front of a Newton's cradle, clicking the metal beads together.

My heart began beating rapidly in my chest as he stood up and slowly made his way over to me, leaving the cradle clicking.

"It's like you can hear all the whispers of all the voices of all the people who were here. Who I killed."

My eyes were fixed on the set of knives he had in his holster belt and I squirmed in the chair. My movement was restricted by the ties around my ankles, fixing my legs to the chair.

"Kind of creepy. Like a church can be creepy when it's empty. You ever been in a church after hours, Darcie?"

"M...mph." I tried to speak - to plead for him to let me go, but a large piece of tape over my mouth prevented me from doing so.

He walked over to the side of the room, picking up a small box from the desk. "Unpopular opinion," he took something out of the box.
"I love twizzlers."

He put a one between his teeth and took a bite, before speaking again as he chewed. "It's funny how something can be so solid and... and structured one minute, and the next," he swallowed. "It's nothing."

"You want one?" He said, shaking the box in my direction with a wry smile. I, of course, couldn't do anything, so instead of a reply, I stared at the floor.

"Now," Chandler said, crouching down in front of me so that he could make eye contact, with a hand pressed on my injured knee. I grunted in discomfort as he squeezed it purposefully.
"Why did you go? What gave you the idea that I wouldn't try looking for you?"
I stared at the floor still, trying my best to avoid making eye contact. He pinched at my knee again, making tears spring into my eyes.

"You see, Darcie, Unlike all the others, I gave you a chance. You were...different. And for the first time in a long whole I didn't feel like hurting someone. You." He moved a hand down to his holster and pulled out a small knife with a short sharp blade. "I even said, didn't I? I said I'd never hurt you. But you've stepped over a line, haven't you?"

He held the knife up and twisted it around under the light, making small beams bounce off of it. I squinted as it hit my eyes.

"The dark is generous, and it is patient, but it always wins." He spoke, still staring at the knife. "It always wins because it is everywhere.
It is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets on your bed. Walk in the sun, and the dark is with you, attached to the soles of your feet. The brightest light casts the darkest shadow."

He grabbed a chunk of my hair with his now bloody hand and pulled my head fowards, closer to him. I let out a sob through my nose, feeling my eyes emit tears and my chin begin to tremble.

He moved the knife down, holding it dead still right in front of my left eye.

"I am that darkness, Darcie. I will always win. You're mine. I'm forever attached to you, and however hard you try. However much you plan. However far you run. I will find you."

He paused briefly and tilted his head sideways, twisting the knife as he did so. "And if anyone. Anyone gets in my way, I will kill them."

Tears were rolling down my cheeks, some dropping onto my lap.
He turned back to me and I was forced to stare at his blue eyes; electric with energy. Murderous energy.

"Did you think...when we kissed that night, a few weeks ago..." He stopped, letting out a laugh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Did you think you had...changed me?"

I tilted my head down to my thighs and let out a quiet sob. "You must be fucking delusional if you think that. I mean, come on, the next day I had you killing a guy. Sure, you didn't want to but you still did."

He turned to fully look at me as another smirk creeped onto his lips, pulling the knife away.
"Don't you get it? I changed you, Darcie."

Chandler's eyes narrowed and he bit his bottom lip, looking me up and down like he was concentrating on me.

"You're stupid, you know, D. So so stupid. But as I've said, you're different. And I'm going to give you another chance."

I should've felt relieved as the fact that he was 'giving me another chance', but fear still raced through me, making my heart beat at an abnormally fast pace.

Chandler walked over to a scrolled up poster on the wall, pulling it down and pinning it at the bottom. On it were dozens of small Polaroid photos, each with a person's face on them. Then, on top of each picture was a red cross, smeared onto them. Some of the people I recognised. They were all murdered. Some of them I had helped to kill.

"I come here every night." He said, focusing on the poster. "And I sit here, and plan out every murder I've ever carried out- well, apart from the pizza delivery guy. Remember him?" I closed my eyes as guilt churned through my insides.

"Anyway, you probably recognise half of these people, right? Let's see..." he began pointing at a photo of two guys who seemed to be dealing drugs.

"These two. Remember them? Of course you do. Those two men who were going to...well, you know. I was planning to kill them both that night you had a run in with them. Thank God I was there at the right time, huh?" He laughed.

"Anyway, as I said. Im willing to give you another chance, so to prove your worth, you're going to carry out my next task." He walked over to me again as I tried to control my sobs.

I couldn't, so I received a slap across the face. "What the fuck is wrong with you? What's there to cry about? I can kill you if you want. It wouldn't be a problem for me." He spat, making me shut up as best as I could.

"You're going to do this, Darcie, and you're gonna do it fucking well otherwise...well. You can probably guess what I'll say."

He walked back over to the poster and searched around the untidy desk for something. Eventually, he picked up a photograph and pinned it to the paper.

Through my teary vision, I could just make out who was on the photo. I squeezed my eyes shut to clear them.

My eyes widened again and I looked at Chandler who had a smirk plastered across his face as he stared at me with intimidation.

Steven.

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