The police were everywhere. Down the streets, talking to people. They were scanning the area insanely and they all looked like little worker bees, flying about, buzzing. I watched from a high tree in the distance. They couldn't see me from here unless they truley tried to. They crawled around the beaten black car owned by James, and the yellow tape ran down the entire abandoned street. Was there really this much camotion over a little car crash? Ha. Just like humans to make more out of a situation than needed. True, I disclassified myself as one of them. I had all the materials required to be a human, but I wasn't one. I am something, much more. Something, even better. I've evolved for a reason, and that reason is because I think more clearly. I'm more capable, and my mind is vast with madness. There's no genious with out a touch of insanity of course!
"Check over there!" A poilce officer ordered to another. Then the officer nodded and scopped the field around my hidding tree. I watched him search through the tall grasses looking for any more evidence that they may 'need'. When he was unsucessful, he retured to the man who had ordered him and reported nothing. They continued to scan about, and I grew bored watching them. I needed to find out if James was still alive or not. One half of me hoped that he wasn't. Another part of me prayed that he was. Who was I praying to, you may ask? No one. Absolutly no one. I waited for a while before leaping from the tree and hitting the ground. I stayed lying down just in case anyone heard me landing. After I was sure it was cleared, I ran full sprint to the hospital.
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I arrived at the large building in less than 5 minutes. I crouched by the bushes, staying hidden. What a sick place. People come here to fix their health. Sucks, because they're going to die anyways. Why would they waste money just to survive a while longer? I mean, the world is a horrible place, yet they want to stay in it. They complain about how much they hate their lifes. If they hate it so much, they should do us all a favor and let themselfes die!
"Okay, we are going to get you home safely. Are you sure you don't need to stay here a while longer?" I heard someone say. I peeked up to see a nurse wheeling James out in a wheelchair. He had casts on both legs and his arm. He also had a support of his neck, and multiple bruises on his face. He looked quite broken down, and I jolted with happiness to see him stilll breathing. This day was absolutly magnificent!
"I'm fine." He said in a low, pain filled tone.
"Mr.Lasenger you're still in much pain. I should take you back before someone sees."
"Just get me home! No one has to know that you're letting me leave in this condition. I'm fine."
Eventually, some other male came out to help James into the car, and they drove away. The nurse was on her way back inside, but I needed a few more answers first. I ran up to where she was and wrapped a hand around her mouth. Then I pulled her into the bushes and brought her to facing me. The area we were in was secluded, and no one else was in sight.
"Why are you sneaking him out?"
She didn't answer.
"Answer me."
She stayed silent, and starred at me. She was obviously in shock. I took my hand and smacked her fiercely on the cheek. She yelled and held her face until the stinging went away.
"Answer me!"
"I-I, I wasn't I just-"
"Tell me."
"He needed to get home. He said his girlfriend was in danger. I, had to help him!" Her words came out like ammo from a gun. Quick and loud.
"Danger?"
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PSYCHOTIC. (A Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)
RandomHe's psychotic, mad in the head, and shivers at the sweet taste of flesh. All Jeff desired was the perfect kill. A victim to fight back, give him a challenge, and amuse his sick cravings. He found who he was looking for, but was she too feisty, eve...