Life of a psycho

Simon

"Well mister Walterson, I'm sorry that we could not meet on more formal terms, but I'm afraid that something could go wrong on my end." This man spoke with a deep, chilling voice, that scared Ember, it scared him like you would be scared if you saw a lion charging at you.

    "You see, what I need is very simple. I know this is all so sudden, but let me tell you, it will be over instantaneously, once I get what I want."

    What the hell. What the hell. What the hell.

    "You seem like not much of a talker, what was the name? Uh, Ember, was it? Interesting identity for a male. Now! I know what you are thinking, What is this guy doing? Why is he doing this? What does he want? He's a psycho! Well, then we have an agreement on that last part. I am a freak and what I want is easy for me to get. What I want..." Without finishing this sentence he finally walked in front of Ember. What he looked like was just as crazy as his voice. He had long, scraggly hair, one of his eyes were blue, while the other was green. He was very slender. but well built. And in those non-matching eyes, had a certain fire that Ember had never seen before.

    "Wha..." Ember croaked out what he could manage and held his breath in attempt not to scream for help.

    "So you can talk, well, then let's converse." The man pulled up a chair and sat down on it in front of Ember, with a wide very white smile. As he could see more of the man now, he saw scars. Lot's of them. All up his legs and arms. And as white as they were, he had some of the most crooked that anyone has laid eyes upon.

    "Ah! Where are my manners? Well mister Walterson, I am Sir Simon Wallop! The Sir part is just a made up name, but with a name as generic as that, I need something to spruce it up. What more do you want?"

    "I..." Whatever words Ember could conjure up in his mind had been lost in his throat.

    "Speak man! I need to know things!"

    "I...Uh..."

    "Woah! Who am I kidding, I know everything about you, your full name is Ember Jerry Walterson, you attend Holy Phantom private school, you are dating a great, and if I do say so myself, lovely girl named Dylan Singer, you were born June 21st, 1999, and... Oh forgive me, I'm rambling."

    "Well..." Ember just got enough bravery to actually talk. "...You obviously know a lot about me, what do I know about you?"

    "Oh, well you know nothing." The man called Simon got a smile back on his face and sort of whisper-yelled. "But! Do you want to know what I do? Oh, I bet you do, do you?"

    "I... guess so..."

    "You have to be confident when you speak. Say yes or no!" He said that now while yelling.

    "Ye...Yes."

    "Good! Now, do you really want to know what I do?"

    "Yes sir."

    "Well my good man, I kill people!"

Chapter 1

Oh, oh boy, so much information! Dingo really knows how to work his stuff! Simon was into Ember's data base, learning everything he could about the young boy. Simon's assistant, Kyle Walters, nicknamed Dingo, did everything technology based that Simon was unable to do. HA! Ember Walterson, Kyle Waters, What a coincidence! In Kyle's mind, he was less of an assistant and more of a slave. In his mind he thought whoever Simon clutched was a lucky one. And prayed God had mercy on their soul.

    "Dingo my boy! You are so helpful. I would never be able to do this without your help, and I want to thank you in the best way I can."

"What's the best way you can thank me? Oh...no..."