Psychopath (Harry Styles Fanfic)

episode ten

                                                            [ ten ]

Evelyn.

"N-no, no, no..."

I could see him. His hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles pale white. Drops of red liquid oozed out from the corner of his lips, yet he still managed to tug them into a devilish smirk. The man whom I've known to be intimidating and threatening was far from the man that was right in front of my eyes. Hell, he didn't seem humane anymore. This man right here was not just my terrifying uncle. This man was a bloody psycho.

My lips quivered uncontrollably as I struggled to form even just a single syllable. I wanted to scream my lungs out; scream in rage, but the words couldn't crawl out of my mouth, and instead, I found myself sobbing desperately.

Please don't tell me he...

No... this can't be happening...

The garage was dimly lit and it smelled like kerosene all over. It stung my senses, but I couldn't care less. All I wanted to know was if Tyler was... alive and breathing. Although he looked lifeless on the cold, hard concrete, every part of my being wished his heart was still beating - even just a little bit.

Harry's movements were calm and undetermined as he ran a finger through his disheveled locks. For some reason, the action gave me peace of mind; small as it is. It made me think that he wouldn't hurt Tyler anymore, that he was done with whatever intentions he had on him.

But in that quick of a second, there was a change of wind.

Tyler was craning his neck limply, his eyes still shut as Harry grasped onto his hair tightly. This time, my knees weakened at the horrid sight, eyes dampening as a high-pitched whimper escaped my mouth, "HARRY, PLEASE STOP!"

Momentarily, he whipped his head towards my direction. A half-smile; a smile of sarcasm; was plastered on his lips, and I couldn't help but feel disgusted at the sadistic gesture. He cocked one brow and tilted his head sideways. For a while there, I thought he was going to ask me something - or even just say something that would scare me, but strangely, he didn't do so. Instead, he chuckled; faintly at first, and then very audibly at some point.

"P-please... please... don't do this..." The words rolled off through my desperate whimpers as I motioned him to stop his morbid intentions.

He continued to chuckle, the growing torment in his eyes evident amidst the lack of light around us. It was very disturbing, but that wasn't the only thing that had bothered me the most. His chuckle - there was something very peculiar about it. It didn't sound sinister; just like how villains would do whenever they would feel a sense of victory or accomplishment. No. It didn't sound like that at all.

It sounded like...

... like the laughter of a little child; a little child who was having the time of his life.

Naturally, it sounded low and manly, but the longer I listened to it, the more I could hear what was really underneath that deep chuckle.

Just when I was about to get completely lost in the thought, a struggled cough engulfed the area, silencing Harry in an instant. However, he still kept his cool and turned his attention back to Tyler.

"Tyler!" I cried out, my voice trembling evidently as I decreased the distance between us.

"Not so fast, sweetheart." Harry warned. He dragged Tyler's limp form away from me, his hands tight and unrelenting. An ear-splitting scratch from underneath the concrete ground was heard, and I jerked at the sudden noise. It took me a while to realize what that noise was, but when I began to see blood trails along Tyler's fingers, I gasped.