Psychopath

Chapter 1

Ella POV

I let out a sigh of relief as I heard the last bell of the day ring. "Thank God." I said to myself as I put away my biology notes. I was just about to exit class and head home when I heard Mr. Thompson call me, "MontyElla, can you come here for a second?" he said. I sighed and trudged over to him. I hate when people call me by my full name. "Yes. Mr. T?" I sighed.

"Could you stay after school and help me with something?" Mr. T asked. Oh heck no. That ain't happening. I knew exactly what that meant, with my "pretty" looks, even though I didn't think I was.

"Uh, sorry Mr. T, I have plans." I replied quickly and made a bee-line for the door, my curly blond hair swishing back and forth. I'm not popular at all. I only have one good friend, actually. Her name is Rosalind and she is my opposite. She's cocky, confident and knows that she's pretty. She could get in with the populars, if she wanted to, but we've been friends since first grade, so I don't think she'd just leave me in our senior year. Yup, life was okay. Not really exciting...just normal, I suppose.

Well, that's what I thought, at least, until I met some strange people. Oh well, I'm over-analyzing things. I grabbed my book bag and stuffed some homework in it, which I won't complete, and walked out the door.

You see, I don't live in the best neighborhood, so I have to walk through this alley way to get their faster and avoid lots of gangs...but occasionally there'll be a gang in there waiting for me...I end up pepper spraying them, then I run out of the alley. That's what I get for living in the worst part in London.

But today, the coast seemed clear. It wasn't too dark outside, just looked normal, I guess. I walked into the alley and then I felt someone following me. You know, that tingly feeling you get when someone's staring or following you? I got that feeling. I swiftly turned around, I was used to it by now. But no one was there. I saw a faint outline of a body in the shadows but decided to ignore it and just run as fast I could out of the alley. That's when I felt a hand on my mouth, and I felt backwards.

"Shhh...I'm not going to hurt you." A soft yet raspy voice whispers. I've heard that one before, yet somehow one part of me wanted me to trust the voice, to just keep calm. But another side of me chose the fight instinct, I guess you could say my devilish side. I'm a good girl at heart though, and I felt the little angel on my shoulder telling me to flee. They always say it's the fight or flee instinct, but I think they missed one. The trust instinct. If I hadn't trusted that voice, my life would have been on an entirely different path. But back then, when I chose trust, I thought I chose wrong as I felt a cloth that had some sort of sleeping gas drug on it. I felt myself slowly slipping away into the darkness of sleep.

When I woke up, I was inside someone's car. I coughed loudly to get the voice's attention. "Oh, you're awake." A male with brown hair and dark brown eyes which you could get lost in said to me. I nodded. "Where are you taking me?" I asked boldly. He laughed. "We aren't going anywhere. I was waiting for you to get up so you could tell me where you live so I could drop you off." He replied. I blushed profusely, "Oh...so that's it then? But why did it seem like you were drugging me and why did you 'kidnap' me?" I asked. Once again, he laughed. "I wasn't kidnapping you. But I did drug you...that was only to get rid of the gangs though, I needed to make them think I was kidnapping you. There were two gangs behind you...I can't even bear to think what could have happened to a pretty girl like you." He explained. I blushed at the compliment. I wasn't used to a proper compliment like that, usually people would just say "hot" or "sexy" which I hated. It made me want to smack them. "Um...thank you for saving me." I thanked him. He smiled a cute little grin and asked me, "What's your address then?" I tell him my address and he starts to drive me to my house. "So, that's it then?" I ask him. He nods.

"I suppose so..." He tells me. He almost seems disappointed. We talk some more for a bit. "Oh! I forgot to ask your name! I'm MontyElla, but I go by Ella." I told him. "I like that name...'MontyElla'" He smiles, "My name's Li."

"Is that, like, short for something or?" I asked. He chuckles.

"Yeah, it is, but I don't tell people it." He says. I ask him what he does, like as a job.

"Um...I trust you Ella, and what I tell you, you to tell to no one." He says. I nod. "I'm...a killer." I'm shocked. How could this cute guy, who seems like the good guy, and is so kind, possibly be a killer?

*A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry, it's so short! My first chapter. I hope you enjoy, and sorry for any typos!*