Psychopath

Chapter 1

Journal Entry 27

I heard that psychopaths can't feel love. Well that's bullshit! I love cutting people, I love hearing my victim scream, I love stalking and cornering my prey like a lion to a gazelle. See? I can love. I can love like everyone else. I'm just not very skilled at loving other people, mostly because when I try, I have dreams of butchering them up like a pig in the slaughterhouse.

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I can see him now. His dark hair flowing behind him in the wind, the wind that currently flows towards me. His scent is disgusting. The smell of too much deodorant on one person. It fills my nose and my eyes water up. A girl told me that he molested her, took pics, and uploaded them to the internet. Once she paid me, that was all I needed. Having said that I would have done it for free, but some cash is always nice.

If only he knew that in a few hours, he will be dead, and I will have been the lucky guy to slaughter him. I look at my knifes and think to myself how I could kill him. Maybe I'll drown him, perhaps I could slit his wrists and drag him through hand sanitizer. What can I say? I'm a freak. He's a big man, much bigger than I am, but evolution hasn't managed to make human skin that's strong enough to deflect a blade.

With a deep breath, I look at the bright full moon that circles the Earth, like a medieval knight protecting the castle. I take a glance at the cash the girl gave me in my pocket, a sweet $500. I check my weapons, an 8 inch hunting knife, a taser, and a 28magnum pistol for emergencies. With my dark duster coat, and black and white fedora, I prepare to launch myself at him.

I walk after him at a brisk pace, across the street, and I follow him along the same rural path. But then he did something I wasn't expecting, he took a right turn and walked faster. Obviously he knows that I'm on to him. I don't know how he knows, but he does. So the gazelle thinks that he can outrun a lion, how cute. So I walk after him. Although I'm a bit confused, the only thing in the direction he's going, is a construction site for the new park, and the forest beyond it.

He keeps walking, and as he walks, I can feel sets of eyes baring into me. A few minutes later, he reaches the construction site, but he goes straight through it. What's this guy doing? Again, I keep following him, but this time I speed up to catch up. A construction site? What a place to make the kill! But he starts running. I run after him, this guy isn't prey anymore, he's a game. A game that I intend to win.

He runs out of the construction site, and towards the forest, me on his tail. I'm faster than him, but whenever I accelerate to catch him, he speeds up as well. I can't shoot him because that will create a bang which I can't afford for someone to hear. I feel more eyes on me as I chase this bastard, but I can't see anyone whenever I look for the source. But one thing for certain is that I'm not letting this guy go. I will win. I have to.

He enters the forest at a solid sprint, which everyone knows is stupider than running with scissors. But because I'm just as stupid as this prick, I run after him at full pelt. Not that I care if I trip, I just want to catch this guy and gloat in his face before I slit his throat and listen to him try to scream. This is a game, and I find it fun. I'm just simply hunting for my prize. A prize that I can remember for a long time. He's mine, all mine.

He kept running until we were a least a kilometer in the thick forest. Using only the bright moon as a light to guide the path to my kill. Then he suddenly stopped and turned around to face me. I didn't have enough time to react, and I would have ran straight into him. But he flung the palm of his hand out towards me, and a strong gust of wind flung me backwards, making me spin through the air. I instinctively thrust my hands out to break my fall.

Well, I did manage to break my fall, but by breaking both of my wrists in the process. Good job me... I tried to get up, but that only made the pain worse. I rolled over onto my back, then sat up to face the guy who just messed me up.

"Well," he said in a posh accent. "What a pleasant surprise! How nice of you to drop in Nathan."

"You'll be the one dropping," I retorted with a smartass voice. "Dropping your head that is."

"Aww," he mocked me. Bad move dude. You do not mock a psychopath. "That's adorable. To think that you're the kid who's going to be protecting her."

"Wait what?" I asked. I probably misheard him, I was on the verge of passing out after all.

He walked towards me, and pulled out my gun. "It would be such a shame if someone accidentally shot you."

Ah shit. What a way to go. I'm going to get shot by some asshole in the middle of the forest, with my own gun! How embarrassing... I didn't want to go out this way, I wanted to go out with a bang, not a small whisper.

"Tell me Nathan," he said, while aiming the gun at my right knee. "Why are you so special?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about dude," I told him in what I thought was a calming voice.

"Wrong answer." He said with a sly smile, before shooting me.

It was the most excruciating pain that I have ever endured. Pain ripped through my body, and I screamed with all that I had, yelling a lot of the swear words that would have gotten me expelled at school. If I even went to school. My parents died when I was four, and I just ran off. Living by myself, surviving off what I had, and I had a brain. A brain I used to manipulate others.

"Try again Nathan," He said in a quiet voice, while aiming at my other leg.

"Go to hell!" I screamed. I tried to say it in a normal talking voice, but the only sound I can manage is a scream.

"Wrong again!" He said while laughing like I just told him the best joke ever. And then he shot again.

I could feel the bullet travel through my ligaments, tendons, and straight through the bone. It was a miracle that hadn't passed out yet. I could feel it coming. The end. This asshole was going to shoot me until I bleed out, or he might shoot something important and put me out of my misery. Either way, it will all be over soon.

"Last chance Nathan Rathbone," be said in a serious voice, while he aimed the gun straight between my eyes. The kill shot.

"I don't know anything, I swear," I said closing my eyes, while I awaited my fate.

"Wrong answer," he said in barely a whisper. "Enjoy hell."

BANG.