Psychotic love

{1} On the run

Oh what a lovely night wind gusting by in a soft breeze, the stars lighting up the night. Oh yeah, and a lovely pile of heads stacked neatley by a lamp pole. Well, that would make the night more sinester and terrifying. But, to Anti it was a dream come true. Anti was in many, many ways a crazy, sadistic, psychopath. His many collections of body parts, weapons, and even torturing devices were only evidence to the fact. His 200 plus murder count wasn't any help either.

Anti strutted over to the head pile, his bloody and dirt drenched boots making the gravel beneath his feet
make a somewhat crunching sound
before he came to a stop. His bright green irises darted from one disembodied head to the next, trying to pick the perfect candidate to be struck by his spike bat -and his prized possession- and launched across a large feild. Like the many others before it.

"Hmmmmm." he hummed, reaching over to grab a woman's head. She was obviously in her mid-late 20's. Long and silky jet black hair, bright purple eyeshadow, horribly smeared black lipstick that had mixed with the blood that had drained from her lips.
Anti almost felt the tiniest bit of pity for her Just because of her dark fashion. But he didn't.

Anti wrapped her tangled, black hair around his hand and lifted it up to his eye level. A smirk spread across his once mellow face. "You were a fun challenge. Trying to fight back at me. Why'd you think you could do that?Hmmmmm? It was fate you were never gonna win. Obviously." Anti ended his monologue with a mocking snicker. She was pretty foolish.

Anti slung the severed head over his shoulder like a limp bag, waking over a few feet away. He propped the head on his makeshift t-ball tee and retrieved his spiked -and blood covered- bat from the ground. "Ah..." Anti sighed happily. "My little baby. practicley my best freind.partner in crime." Anti chuckled to himself once more and readied himself In a good enough stance to make that head fly across the country. Anti gave a few practice swings, narrowing his eyes and giving all his energy into the swing. The bat collided with the girls head and the sky swallowed it whole.
He had launched it so far off, he couldn't even find where it landed.
But, some left over blood had sprayed onto the ground.

"Looks like she was a squirter!" Anti cracked at his own dirty and morbid joke, his Irish accent bleeding through as he made his way over to his pile of heads once more.

While trying to pick out a lovely new head, his phone began to chime it's annoying default ringtone. It could only be one person. Anti ripped it out of his trench coat pocket, flicking it open and answering the call.

"Well, isn't it just my favorite swedish meatball. Why'd ya call Felix?"Anti teased

"Hardee har har, well I got some shitty news for ya. You better be running." Felix said in a serious, yet slightly joking, manner.

Anti's face went blank in confusion,
"Why should I run?"
"In about 4 minutes the cops are gonna be right on your ass. I tried hacking the traffic system to slow them down, but apperantley your leprechaun ass is more important than traffic saftey."

"Obviously.Everyone wants a piece of me."Anti joked as he began to completely crush all of the heads in front of him. Each hit sending blood flying everywhere. Even on his new t-shirt. Oh well. good thing he water proofed it.

"Who...The hell...Snitched?" He asked in-between swings.

"Sorry to say, but it was one of the chicks you had at your little hide out.
I guess one finally got out and a hold of the police." Felix chuckled to himself "should've gotten rid of that landline."

"I should've. Damm whores. Did the cops ransack​ my pace yet?" Anti strutted back from the mess of skull bits, blood, brain chunks and whatever else he had splaterd into mushed up meat.

"Sadly yes but if you can get away in the next minute and 32 seconds I can find this really nice secluded place
deep in the forest. Apperantley a lot of campers died up there so they closed it off. Perfect for you."

"It's a shame I can't take credit for those lovely and perfectly executed murders, but I will take you up on that offer. See ya man."

Anti then hung up the phone and powered it down, shoving it into his pocket. Sirens soon could be heard quicky approaching where Anti was, making him dart his head in the direction the blue and red flashing lights were coming from.

"Fuck took to long."Anti mutterd and grabbed his bat. He strapped up his coat and pulled his gloves on over his hands. "Show time."

A psychotic smile found its way to Anti's lips, revealing his teeth to be growing razor sharp and his eyes pitch black, as he darted in the direction, bat in hand as he ran off past the speeding police cars.
It was only a matter of time though before they realized he had ran past and turned themselves around in his direction. Anti groaned in anoyance. Cops were a pain in his ass. Well he was obviously being caught up to.
Why not have a little fun on the run?

Up ahead in the road, Anti saw a lovely couple. A man and a woman holding hands as they walked, obviously to the dangerous crinamal darting towards them at the speed of sound and the many police cars coming towards them as well.

"Perfect."Anti thought, readying his bat.

Only as he got right up on them, did they finally notice his presence. They both shreiked in absolute fear as Anti's bat came hurdling towards them. He stuck the man in the head first, then the woman in the ribs.
He got them a few more times before a police car pulled up beside them in a screeching halt.

"GET ON THE GROUND AND GET THE HELL BACK!" The officer yelled, pulling out a gun.

About four more cars pulled up and pointed guns right at Anti's body.
Red dots covered his body from possible targeting systems in there guns. All Anti could was give one last good smack into the man's skull,
exploding it all over his soulmates face. She screamed bloody murder-witch Anti only wanted to perform in her.

A shot was then fired witch almost missed Anti completely, but he accidentally jerked a bit while
laughing and it grazed his upper calf. He then hissed in slight pain. A bullet actually hit him? He then looked down at his leg and saw blood begging to trickle down it. The fuck?!
Anti groaned and charged on the closest officer, ignoring the pain in his leg.

Anti began to beat the life out of the officer. Literally. Blood splaterd everywhere. On the ground, Anti, cars and another nearby officer. It finally took another gunshot to the arm this time to stop Anti in his tracks and a few officers to tackle him down into a strait jacket.

They then shoved some sorta muzzle onto his mouth, making Anti grow and his eyes burn a bright, luminescent green. "You stupid, tight assed fuck's! I'm not a dam mangy mutt." Anti thrashed and struggled in there grips. An officer almost lost grip, witch resulted in Anti head butting the poor woman.

After getting him shoved into a police car, every cop was silent for a moment. A few then broke into silent tears of happiness. They had finally captured the legendary Anti. The one who had killed many. Including one of their own. They then began to cheer as they called up an ambulance to care for the deceased and wounded.
An officer knocked on Anti's window, grabbing his attention. His eyes only
glowed with hatred, glaring a fire into the cops soul. The cop only laughed, making Anti growl.

"You'll be going away for a long time. You'll love Cincinnati insane Asylum. Perfect for a psychotic freak like yourself."Anti rolled his eyes and looked out the opposite window. No secluded cabin for him right now.

Very soon though. Very soon.