The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《29》

29 already?? Damn.
Also, dis gets graphic k?

-Chandler-

Blood coated my shaking hands, clothes, and parts of my face. It was pooled on the floor around me and was thickly splattered onto the walls.

It was fresh; crimson and uncongealed- a sight that'd normally put a smile on my face. Normally. Not this time.

It mostly wasn't mine, but it was blood, nonetheless.

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"Darcie?" I slurred, unable to fully open my eyes. My head was spinning and I had a horrifically nauseous feeling in my stomach.

My eyes closed again. They ached, and seemed to be out of my control.
Looking up again, I could just about make out Darcie collapse onto her knees. She looked at me as her eyes began to close, and before I could register what was going on, she slumped to the side unconscious.

"Part one: catch them. Done." Nathan said, pushing Darcie's unconscious body so that she was flat on her back.
My head span, and I could just about make out Saffron chucking a long piece of rope onto the ground next to where Nathan was crouched.

"What...is this?" I slurred, watching him wrap the rope around her wrists through my hair which flopped over my face. As much as I tried, I just didn't have the power to lift my head up fully.
"Hey." I called, a little louder- my temples thumping. "Wh-"

"What is this?" Nathan cut me off whilst Saffron stood silently behind me. He laughed, dragging Darcie's body over to a wall, leaving her sat upright against an old radiator.
"You just don't get it, do you?" He stood up and walked towards me before grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head upwards. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, prick." Tensing my jaw, I shook his hand off of me, and leaned back into the chair, trying not to pay attention to the burn I was getting on my wrists from the ties.

"You fucking know why you're here."

I remained silent. Nathan's nostrils flared and he ran his hand down his face, exhaling. He then walked back over to me, and reached under his leather jacket, pulling out a straightback knife. I followed the blade with my eyes until it landed on my shoulder, keeping my jaw clenched and making direct eye contact as he began to speak.

"Two words." He spat quietly, pressing the blade harder through my shirt. My expression remained the same. "April Evans."

I blinked. "Remember her? Be...because according to your file, you killed her." Nathan continued, angrily.
"She was on the list." I said, blankly, distinctly remembering April's death- the one I had forced Darcie to watch.
I flinched as I felt the knife go into my shoulder.

"Bullshit!" He said, as blood began to appear on my shirt.
"You didn't need to fucking kill her. Did you?" I squinted.

"She was...on the fucking list." I repeated. "Didn't do what she was supposed to. I don't question, I just do-"

"You don't question?" He spat in reply. "What if 'the list' said you...you had to kill Darcie? Huh? Would you 'just do' then?"
My eyes turned to Darcie as I gained more strength.

"How would you fucking feel, huh?" I turned back to Nathan who was closer to me again. "If I murdered your girlfriend?" Before I could reply, Nathan's fist swiped across my face, directly over my nose. Almost immediately blood began to drop from it as I looked back up at him, trying not to react.