Silence (Psychos Trilogy Creepy Pasta)

Chapter 29: Uncontrollable

The tv etched in the corner. The news spokesperson was mumbling and drones out. It had been awhile since I had been in a public place, which in turn made me quite awkward.

Silence was quiet as ever. She only spoke to me when I needed something, she was gathering her strength for the personal battles to come. Sitting in front of me was an hardly touched all 'American' breakfast, along with a side of grits and bacon. I had to at least swallow some down to act normal.

It would be a shame to order food and not eat any. That would be just plain rude. Here I go rambling again in my head. Without Silence to do it, I found myself screaming for a  homeostasis for me. 

The pictures of my targets rested in my pockets. I wore a black hoodie with a large hood. It draped around my face just enough to hide most of my features.

I had been following her for a few weeks. She would head to the diner pick up some bagels and then head to work at 10:30. There she would work as she did taking down notes and working through the day as an assistant. She used to be so artistic, maybe that's what he loves. Maybe that's what he found in me.

I don't care anymore. I just want to finish this, and maybe just maybe get my answers from her. I stood up casually leaving enough money to pay for the food and tip the waiter, I left without a word or look to the people in the diner.

She was just getting off tonight. It was a rainy overcast day. She had moved to another place, maybe to get away from me. Or to get away from him. It doesn't matter now.

My fist clenched at my side as I disappeared out of sight from the public eye. I could feel everything around me.

Silence I could feel her grin pull at mine. Sharp canines in my dangerous smile as a bit of drool collected on my lip. I was hungry definitely.

I leapt onto the wall feeling my muscles contract and flex as I pulled myself up the building quickly.

I took in the scents of the air I could feel my reality shift and change. Shapes and colors flooding my system. My breathing quickened, I could feel it ripping through me. Grabbing my needle pointed blade for a second I smiled. Trusty good o'l blade.

"It's time~" Silence sung through me. I had no objections I needed this. Running across the buildings on all fours I took long strides stretching out my arms and legs to reach for the ledges that I leapt past.

I had to catch her at the right moment.  Her scarlet hair and green eyes flowing behind her as she walked. I landed in the alley nearest to her car pulling up my bandana.

I scarfed down my uncontrollable laughter as she opened the door. I let everything fall quiet. The shapes etched and changed just enough to let me see, to truly see. My focus was absolute.

I knew they couldn't hear me, I was silence itself. I was what everyone can and will fear. Because no one can hear you, I can't even hear myself.

I slowly wrapped my hands around her my hand covering her mouth so she couldn't scream. Not that anyone could hear her, still. I'd rather not take any risks.

I bit my lip, apparently hard enough to draw blood.

I threw her against the wall knocking her unconscious. Oh finally! We did it! I did it!

I entered her car bouncing slightly in the seat with giddiness. I shouldn't be acting this way. Oh I know that's what makes it all more distressing. Living on the grey barrier of seeing yourself slip to insanity while a psycho holds your soul hostage to watch. To watch your vessel mold into what you've feared to become for so long.

Oh it was going to be a wonderful night after all.

It was just like my dream. Everything all but her. She was in my place of my dream. I stood there looking over the farmer I had brutally slaughtered on a meat hook.

I giggled again. Swell.

I heated her groan and whine. I could tell she had hoped it was just a dream. That what had happened really didn't because it is more terrifying to be at the brink of help from others in the public to experience as a nightmare rather than it be your reality. Because then you are truthfully a helpless morsel of flesh.

Once her eyes were fully open I watched her look around and start to shake. Her eyes watered in fear as I stepped closer.

"Do forgive me I didn't exactly invite the other guests for dinner this evening." I smirked licking my lips hungrily behind my bandana.

"Who-a-re you?" She stuttered out.

"Ah, your trusty nightmare, the thing you've always hated." I glare at her. The burn scars viable just enough.

I pulled down the bandana eyeing her. She gawked at me, unable to read my expression. "Oh my god.." She said in shock.

"No." I said seriously. "There is no God of yours to save you from me. Where is Daniel?" I asked nastily.

I through the remains onto the table and looked at the once beautiful being in front of me. Why did I have to destroy everything, just to feel a little better?

No answers just a sweet sweet revenge of cold hard jealousy I suppose. This could be one for the books.

I guess I'll have to use other sources to find him. I'll have to make a call...