The Psychopath And The Clinically Insane

Hide and Seek

A/N WARNING! Blood.

--Brendon's P.O.V--

       Blood. Blood everywhere. Who's is it? A man's. But he deserved it didn't he?

       He did, now hurry up and tell Anthony to clean this up. You have some business to take care of, don't you? 

       In fact I do. And it just so happens to be with the one person that took Harley away from me and slapped her. Just thinking about how much blood will be spilled is giving me an adrenaline rush. 

       Imagine his red blood oozing out of his chest when you rip out his heart and feed it to him. You can feel his heart in your hand now, can't you?

       Something began to lose its pulse in my hand, but when I looked, nothing was there. The lights in the room began to flicker, blood still dripping out of my victim's neck. The lights turned off and then turned on, hundreds upon hundreds of bloody bodies spread all across the room. When the lights flickered on and off again, the bodies were gone and here was no longer a decreasing pulse. 

--Harley's P.O.V--

       The sun hit my closed eyelids, making my vision go light red; at least until I opened my eyes. My body was tangled in blue satin sheets and my hair was in a braid. Who did this? 

       Brendon must've brought you into your room after you passed out on the couch. Cause if you didn't know Harls, you fell asleep on the damn couch. 

       There was a perfectly comfortable bed in YOUR room, need I remind you, and you decided to sleep on the couch because you were pissed at Brendon.

       It's Mr. B.

       Whatever.

       It doesn't matter whether he brought me in here or not! I'm still mad at him! And I can't remember why right now but I'll figure it out!

       I untangled myself from the sheets and stepped out of my room, my large bunny slippers engulfing my feet. The floorboards creaked as I stepped on them while making my way down to the kitchen. From the fifty years that I have been here there has never been the smell of eggs or bacon or  home oozed food in general. And I'm gonna change that.

       1. You don't know how to cook and

      2. You have NOT lived here for fifty years. Hell, you haven't even been here for five days!

       Shut up Harleen. I layed down the ingredients that I had found on the table. So far I have eggs, bacon strips, bread, butter, fruit, and vegetables. Harleen?

       Yeah?

       Do you mind telling me what to do? I'm kinda stumped here.

       Ok. Take a pan out of one of these cabinets and place it on the stove. Turn on the heat to the number six. 

       I took out a small looking pan and did exactly what Harleen told me to do. Now what?

       If there's cooking oil somewhere in this kitchen, pour a little bit into the pan and wait for it to heat up. 

       My eyes scanned the room for anything that said oil: vegetable oil, olive oil, garden oil, vehicle oil, motor oil, etc.. I finally found a bottle with vegetables on it labeled 'Vegetable Oil'. It's probably not as good as motor oil but hey, what're ya' gonna do 'bout it? I poured some oil in the pan and waited about five minutes before cracking two eggs and putting the inside stuff in the pan (Harleen didn't want to tell me what that yellow and white stuff was).