Psycho

Chapter 2

"How many people have you hurt?" Martin's voice showed pity for Craig, pity for a monster. Craig thought for a few seconds, "Six." Craig said calmly. "No wait, seven." Martin shifted uncomfortably, as he thought about Craig's response. The bar stool was hard and provided little comfort and Martin's butt was starting to hurt. "Dont you get in trouble?" Craig leaned in closer with a natural smile and whispered, "I never get caught." Martin looked into Craig's dull green eyes before breaking his gaze, and forced a fearful smile.

Again the man slipped into Martin's thoughts, the pool of blood he lay in was two shades of red with only the corner of the blood being illuminated by the street light. He saw the man's hood slightly pulled back by the impact of hitting the ground and to his left, the blade lay shimmering brightly.

"Why?" Martin asked carefully. "Craig looked puzzled, "What do you mean, Why?" Martin bit at his coarse nails and swallowed the bits that came off, "Why did you hurt them?" Craig opened his mouth, ready to reply, but in an instant he shut it and stood up, gazing at Martin, he began circling Martin, looking up and down at him, checking every angle. "Get up." Craig spoke with a sudden ferocity. "Huh?" Martin was confused by his response, wondering why he was asking him to get up. "Are you deaf or something? I said get up!" Craig was half shouting now, his eyes glaring at Martin. Slowly and fearfully he began to stand up and move the chair out of his way and in no time Craig approached him and put his finger to his lips, "Ssssh" Craig lifted both Martin's arms to form a capital T. He began patting Martin on his arms and stomach and eventually his legs, "What are-" Craig lifted his head to Martin's eye level "Sssssh!" louder this time. Eventually Craig finished his frisk and spoke after a silence that felt like forever, "Had to be sure you weren't some kind of undercover cop. I told you I never get caught." Martin simply sat back down in his chair, wondering what could lead someone to have such distrust. "Its alright-I guess-." Craig picked up a cup and stepped into another room.

The bar's bathroom was fancy to say the least with white tiles on the floor and walls, with an excellent shade of light brown tiling on the roof. Craig approached the white basins with silver Tivoli taps. Slowly he filled the cup with water and took a sip. The water was cool and fulfilling as it splashed down into his stomach. Hmmm... Delicious. Quite the night. One man fatally wounded, and a new Friend for us to play with, this really is exciting. Craig Slowly drank a quarter of the cup of water before replying, "Don't even think about it, your not getting anywhere near that kid." The only way to keep me away would be for you to stay away. You know that, of all people you should know that, I mean, your parents did. Craig's eyes widened and his right hand began violently shaking, throwing his cup to the ground, the porcelain cup shattering into a million pieces. His face cringed and he collapsed to his knees, His lungs violently sucking air in and pushing it out faster than what they were supposed to. "Hrrrr." He groaned at the pain pulsating through his hand, grabbing it and leaving his entire body being supported by just the shaking hand.

What a mistake.

The shaking hand was unstable and he collapsed under his own weight. Don't worry, he will be fine.

For now.

The words weren't reassuring, they were threatening.

The pain subsided and Craig slowly began to recover as he got back on his knees. "Hey, what happened?" Craig looked up at Martin who was standing in the doorway. Martin saw the sharp pieces of porcelain lying scattered on the floor. "Um, Are you ok?" His eyes were wide open and his voice pitch was higher than normal. Craig didn't answer as he slowly to stood up. He lifted his foot before pressing it down onto the ground and using his knee to support his arm as he pushed himself up. "I'm fine." His voice was blunt and his eyes were locked in front of him. "Umm... Craig." Craig turned around to find Martin pointing at a red wet spot on the ground amongst the pieces of the former cup.

Martin again thought of the man lying on the floor, surrounded by blood.

Craig lifted his foot and pulled out a piece of the cup that emerged so abnormally from it that Martin ran into one of the bathroom stalls making loud gagging noises before flushing the toilet. He dropped the glass and it clunk as it hit the floor. Craig left the bathroom and Martin soon emerged from the stall. He drank some water and rinsed out his mouth before leaving the bathroom as well.

"Craig? Craig!" Craig turned around and looked Martin in the eyes with a hard and serious expression that stopped Martin dead in his tracks. "You need to be careful around me. I'm not a nice guy." Craig's voice was easily distinguishable between anger and fear and this time, Craig was afraid. "Then why did you help me?" Craig looked down at the floor again wondering what the reason was. Truth be told, he himself had no idea why he had done it, why he had helped the boy before him. "I don't know."