Psycho (ON HOLD)

|Twelve|

The dark figure was dimly lit by the faint moonlight. He surveyed the familiar surroundings looking for his perfect target. His eyes widened with amusement and excitement as his gaze fell upon his object of ideality. He toyed with the slick sharp knife in his pocket, not letting his eyes wonder anywhere else.

Today he was sad, annoyed, pissed at the world. Psycho felt as if his other half was influencing him a lot lately. A little too much. He growled at the thought, a plan formulating in his head. Psycho decided on showing a little bit of himself to the 'other' him. Maybe a little chaos would do the trick. 

The corners of his mouth turned up into a creepy grin. Finally his object of desire neared him. "Um, excuse me ma'am! Can you tell me how to get to Faye's Cafe?" The tall brunette woman jumped slightly at his approach.

"Sure. It's just a little past the next traffic light, turn right......" Psycho tuned out her melodic voice, simply gazing at her adoring features.

"Sorry, I just moved here. Can you just help me get there?" She bit her lip, making Psycho's eye colour turn just the slightest bit darker. Kelly, put a hand in her pocket, making sure her loaded bottle of pepper spray was still there.

She let out a small inward sigh of relief as her fingers wrapped around the slender bottle. "I don't see why not."

Psycho let out a friendly smile, starting to glide alongside Kelly. "I didn't catch your name."

Kelly, faked a smile, the grip on her pepper spray tightening a little. "Kelly."

"That's a beautiful name, Kelly! The name's Mark." He lied. Kelly turned right by the traffic light, Psycho by her side.

A moment of silence issued. Psycho brought out his knife silently, then proceeded to press the knife's edge into Kelly's back. "Keep moving, Kelly." She gulped following his orders.

"Turn..a little farther...turn again. Ah. Here we are." Psycho said with a grin. He snaked his other hand around Kelly, into her pocket. He pulled out the pepper spray swiftly. Kelly's eyes widened, how had he known?

"Know that you will listen to my rules. I really don't want to use this," He brought the blade to Kelly's face. "It'd be a pity to waste such a pretty face like that."

Psycho shoved Kelly to the ground, who by now had tears cascading down her fair cheeks. "Please! Don't do this!" She cried out, attempting to push him away as he began to undress her. "I promise, I won't tell anyone!"

Psycho sneered. "Please, they all say that!" He smirked, unclasping her bra and quickly pulling down her jeans.

Kelly cried, screams for help  were muffled by her own shirt. Psycho smiled unzipping his own pants.

"Now, be a good girl Kelly." And he thrusted inwards just as Kelly cried out loudly.

~*~

The rather large book landed with a big thud on top of the other books. My huge personal library with thousands of shelves with numerous paperbacks and hardcovers were know near empty, books were strewn all around my favourite place. I vacantly stood up from my blue lounge chair, wandering over to the next shelf.

Blankly, I reached out for my next read. I wanted something impossibly long to others that would only take me seven minutes tops. The English Dictionary. I love the smell of the musty pages, showing its age and uniqueness. The words were quickly finished, aardvark flying right by. 

A little too soon later I read the last word. I shut the DIctionary close, zyxt, a long-obsolete Kentish spelling of second person singular present tense of see, the last thing imprinted on me. I glanced down at my watch. 4:33 am. Sigh. Six minutes, a new record.