Psychopath

chapter 4

Journal entry 21
   Getting a cat to meow, and assuming you taught it to, is foolish. For the cat already knows how. Teaching a dog to bark is just as foolish. Therefore by that logic, is teaching a psychopath to kill not pointless? Unless the goal is just simply to make the psychopath more efficient at killing. But when does a psychopath trained to kill, turn into a weapon?

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   Training sucks. There I said it! It was great at first, learning to fly and use Shadow. But then he showed me what Fakes were. He didn’t just give me a picture, and say “Nathan, this is a Fake, this is how you kill it.” Instead, he opened a door with a sign on front saying “warning”. Then he said “Nathan, this is a fake. Go kill it.”
  
   I didn’t have any weapons, just my wings and a Shadow ring. A Fake looks just like a real person. However, I soon discovered that looks can be deceiving. That Fake I had to kill, was a young girl. She looked like she was thirteen, and with a short height and long blonde hair, she looked pretty innocent. The innocence was clearly a façade.

“Hi Nathan,” she said, in a sweet voice, before tilting her head and pouting. “You’re not going to kill me are you?”

“Honey, I would love to kill y-“ I managed to say, before the little girl ran at me. Well I think she ran at me, she was so fast, one second she was near her door twenty meters away, then in the same second she was less than a ruler away from me.

“Don’t call me honey,” she hissed. Then she kicked me in the shin, and punched me in the ribs. Sending me sprawling across the ground. “I’m not honey. I’m your doom, demise, end, destroyer, whatever. But I am not honey.”

“What do you want to be called?” I wheezed.

“Call me Cheyenne,” she said, tilting her head, and closing her eyes like she had to concentrate. “I think that’s what my name was before I was bitten.”

“Nice name,” I said with a smirk. “But I’m just going to call you bitch.”

“How DARE YOU!” Cheyenne bellowed. Before kicking me in the ribs while I was down, winding me again.

“That’s mean.” I gasped. “I think someone needs to go to timeout.”

“I’ll put you in timeout, permanently.” She hissed, before trying to kick me. But this time I was ready for it.

   A I millisecond away from when her foot would have made contact with me, I turned into a shadow, and her foot flew harmlessly inside me. I admit, it was a strange feeling having something as large as a foot inside me. I could still feel it, but it felt like dipping my hand in cold water. When her foot came out of the other side of my body, I turned solid again, and grabbed both of her feet. Then I sat up as fast as I could, head-butting her pelvis with all that I had. I quickly turned and moved underneath her legs, while she was stunned, and pulled both of her feat behind her at the same time. It almost looked like she fell forward in slow motion, with a shocked expression plastered across her face.

   As soon as her face hit the ground, I pulled her arms behind her back as if I were going to arrest her. That’s when reality smacked her in the face and she started squirming.

“Let me go!” Cheyenne screamed, tossing and turning like I was about to kill her. Which makes sense, since I was about to…

“And why would I do that bitch?” I asked with a grin, she was caught.

“Because, I’ll, uh,” she stuttered. “I’ll give you a present.”

“Like what?” I asked curious.

“Like not killing you slowly?” she asked uncertain.

“Yeah, how about no.” I told her. Before taking my white shirt off, and opening up my wings. She couldn’t bend her head back enough to get a good view of me, so I dropped my shirt beside her face to freak her out.

“What are you doing?” she said, sounding worried. “Wait, you’re not going to, you know, are you?”

“You mean fly straight up, and drop you like the atomic bomb on Japan?” I asked with a smile. “Yes honey I am.”

“Oh Gods,” she said in a small voice.

   Lift off went smoothly. I put my arms underneath her armpits, and began to flap my black wings. As soon as I pulled Cheyenne up a meter, the begging started.

“Please don’t do this. I’ll um, I won’t kill you.” She said. I flew higher.

“Please, I have a fear of heights,” she started crying. I flew higher.

“Nathan please,” she sobbed. I looked away from her, and tried to focus on something other than her crying. But all of a sudden, I feel nails clawing up my body, until her face was right in front of me. She wrapped her arms around my chest, and wrapped her legs around my middle.

“You really don’t like heights do you?” I asked, her breath smelled of vanilla and blood. My favorite smells.

“I hate them,” she said. “Now look me in the eyes Nathan.”

I looked at her eyes, and really studied them. They were beautiful, ocean blue with a small gold ring around her pupil. “Your eyes are amazing.”

“Thank you, Nathan,” she said smiling, showing off her teeth and tilting her head. “Now fly down, and put me down. Then fly back up, and drop from a fatal height.”

“Yes, I will do that. I will put you on the ground safely, then kill myself.” I said, she really was the most beautiful creature in all of existence. Wait, what? Why am I listening to her? Because I love her, and whatever she says, I’ll listen to. I’m being stupid. She kicked, and tried to kill me, and now she wants me to kill myself. But I have to do as she says. She’s being reasonable. No she’s not. Kill her.

“Yes Nathan, let me down.” She said in a soothing voice.

“Um, no.” I said simply, instantly feeling my freedom return. “I’m not letting you down.”

“Yes you will, you love me, you will obey me.” She said staring me at me deeper. A wave washed over me, making me want to listen to her. I have to fight it, she’s using some weird brainwashing power or something on me. Fight it.

“No, I will not let you down, I will kill you.” I said, my voice trying to sound powerful.

“Ah crap,” she said, the worry in her voice was obvious.

   Then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She tilted her head, and moved her head towards me as if she were going to kiss me. I’ve never actually kissed anyone before, but surely it’s easy enough to do. But when she was less than a centimeter away from my lips, she moved past, and went to my neck to do what seemed like give it a hickey. I tried pushing her off, but she had herself wrapped around me tightly.

   Then I felt pointy things start digging into my neck. I tried using my arms to fling her off, but she had them locked. Then it happened. The pointy things pierced my skin, and I could feel my blood draining from my body. The only way to describe it, is like a red hit poker being pressed against where she was sucking. I screamed, and tried using everything I had to push her off. I tried turning into a shadow, but the Fake turned into the shadow with me.

   My vision was starting to go blurry, and I was getting lightheaded. There was nothing I could do, I was at her mercy. I tried scratching her, but they didn’t seem to affect her at all. I tried biting her back, but she just seemed to enjoy it. My energy was running out, my blood was nearly gone. My wings stopped working, and we started to plummet. I could see the ground rushing towards us, and Coach Ted rushing underneath us with what looked like some kind of trampoline. Despite everything, my leach just wouldn’t let go. She just kept on sucking. Fifty meters above the ground, my conscious abandoned me, and everything went dark.