Defect

Evan, Are You Okay?

Dr. Tipton sat quietly with her legal pad. She wanted Evan to start when he was ready. He took a couple of deep breaths, then slowly met her gaze.

"I see a woman." he began, casually. "She's a little older, but she's still a looker." He smiled to himself. "I like her shirt. It's blue, which is my favorite color."

"So far, so good." Dr. Tipton cut in. "Keep it going."

"The blue looks nice against her milk chocolate skin, which I'm just now noticing is buttery smooth."

Evan sat up straighter on the couch, and his focus became more intense as he continued on. It was almost like he slipped into a trance.

"Her body is nice. I can tell by the way her designer clothes hug her curves." He furrowed his brow, as if he were in deep thought. "I'm curious, though."

"What are you curious about?"

He brought his hand up to his chin and rubbed gently. "I want to know what's underneath."

"Underneath my clothes?" she asked with apprehension.

"No. Underneath her skin."

Dr. Tipton's mouth dropped open. She could feel her anxiety rising. The way he was staring at her was unnerving. She wrote a couple notes on her pad. Her hands had started to shake, making the task difficult. Evan continued talking.

"It would be such a treat to take her apart, limb by limb."

"I don't know what to say." she said in a weak voice.

"There's nothing she can say. Although, it would be nice to hear her plead for her life a little." Then he giggled. But, there was no humor in it. Just an icy malice that matched the smile now on his lips. Dr. Tipton shrank in her seat.

"Evan, are you okay?" She was afraid of what his answer might be, but he ignored it altogether.

"No anesthesia. I want to hear her screams." His tongue slid across his bottom lip in a quick motion. "I need to see the terror in her eyes, before I remove them."

Evan closed his eyes and a guttural moan escaped his lips. It didn't sound human. It was almost otherworldly. His eyes suddenly snapped open and he stared intently at Dr. Tipton.

"Evan..." her voice broke with fear. Her hands shook violently. The light in his eyes was gone. They were dark and menacing. He was looking straight into her soul and feeding on the terror he found there. Evan stood up. Dr. Tipton dropped her pen and pad and stood up, too. She slowly backed away from him. The sweet, funny, moody guy she'd been talking to was long gone. He'd been replaced with something or someone that wanted to rip her apart. Evan leaped over the coffee table, and ran at Dr. Tipton. She screamed, and swung her hand at him. She landed a hard slap on his cheek. He stopped and blinked. Dr. Tipton watched him warily.

"Evan, I'm so sorry! It was a reflex." He looked at her, and his eyes widened in fear when he saw how frightened she was.

"Dr. Tipton! Oh, no! Did I hurt you?!"

"I'm okay, just a little rattled is all." She picked up her pad and pen and sat in her chair. She took a couple deep breaths while Evan returned to the couch.

"Please tell me you got what you needed. I felt myself lose control that time." He covered his mouth with his hands, and tried to get himself together.

"No, we're good." She lifted her hands, signifying the experiment was over. "I mean, I need a stiff drink, but I'm sure of what's going on."

"Tell me. What is it?"