Things Change

Chapter 6

??? P.O.V

Great just great. They just HAD to get themselves kidnapped. On the very day I was busy, god nothing goes my way. But then again, with a life like mine luck doesnt come your way often.

Im going to take them back to Paris, and they will forget about me and live their lives.

The brown haired girl thinks she knows, whatever.

Not like Ill talk.

Max P.OV

I dont know where we are. I cant sleep, every time I try the scene flashes before me. I cant forget how many thoughts went through my head.

Im sick, so sick. Im sick because I loved seeing their blood everywhere. I wanted to bathe in it. Im sick, just like the mystery driver up front.

Shes a mystery, I may look spaced out but I can hear everything. Im trying to piece this together.

Who am I?

My mind is kind of twisted. My thoughts are arguing with each other and I just wanna scream.

My arm is nudged, and I look up to see that we made it into a town. Wow, I never noticed. I jumped as the driver lady got out, and I looked over to see a cool shopping place, of course in Canadian.

Shay and Jamie got out and I followed suit. Why dont we just scream for help or something? This place is freaking crowded. The driver chick gave us one look that said everything.

"Dont act suspicious..."

Well whoopty fucking do, here we go.

Shay P.O.V

THIS STORE IS FUCKING AMAZING!! THESE CLOTHING TRENDS THOUGH, WE COULD NEVER AFFORD THEM.

I grew a little sad at the thought. I squealed as someone poked at my side and I saw the driver. I felt my hands being grabbed and I knew it was Max and Jamie. She spoke 4 words "Go crazy, Im buying."

I cant remember what happened after that but it was FUCKING AWESOMEEE! I dressed Max up as a sailor boy and ahhhhh shopping is amazing!

All these amazing products, we surely looked like retards running through the store but oh well theyre just-OMFG MAKEUP?!

...

God I cant remember the rest of what happened, but now the entire trunk is filled with clothes and Im so damn proud! How fucking loaded is this driver? I know that everything mustve been expensive but she payed like it was nothing.

Shes strange. Her eyes though, I cant look at her the same. Max is finally healing though, he looked like he made a deal with himself, that what I deducted from his satisfied look.

I dont know about Jamie, he looks alright though.

My dreams have been strange, I dreamt of the most wonderfully horrible thing. I dreamt about murder.

Dream Sequence

I dragged the woman's body in the warehouse with me and cackled wildly. I shoved her into the chair and strapped her down while she screamed wildly for help.

I slapped her across the face and laughed manically at her whimper of pain.

"What? Does that hurt, you stupid fucking bitch?! Well its going to get so sooo much worse, and guess what? No one will ever hear you scream.."  I whispered gleefully into her ear and slipped out my knife.

I jammed it into her leg, and she howled in pain.

God I love screamers...

"Thats what he said"

"Go the fuck away voice, cant you see Im busy?"

"Nah.. Just enjoying the view, love blood."

"Same same my friend."

I glared at her crying form, "god fucking woman up, youre gonna die so accept it" well that didnt help, cause that only made her sob harder.

Good.

I carved my knife into her neck, cutting a thin painful line aroumd her upper body.

I frowned soon after.

Shit, Im bored.

I plunged my knife in her neck and watched her die slowly, choking on her own blood. My blood lust subsided as I left her corpse, walking into the darkness smiling evilly...

End Dream Sequence

I just smirked, but frowned. 

I stared out the window, watching signs pass by as my thoughts consumed me...

"Well thats interesting.."

"Why did it feel so good?"

"Was that me..."

"Why did I dream that?"

"Cause its your deepest desire, to kill..."

A voice answered me, deep and low. Very dark.

I gasped, and I felt her eyes on my. I knew she was suspicious,

"who are you?" I whispered.

"Woman you sound crazy, just speak in your mind. Shes already suspicious..."

I looked up and sure enough she was looking at me carefully. I think she knows now...

"Obviously..."

"Damn what crawled up your panties? Seriously, who are you again?"

"Bitch Im like your inner voice. Youre basically losing it, so I was created. Bam bitch you have another friend, except Im a different personality. Mwahahaha I can read your thoughts though... Keep that mind clear..."

I could feel him grin evilly in my head.

Well shit, Shay its time to cleanse your thoughts before your evil mind pervert invades them.

"Hey!"

Heh, this might not be so bad. I mean, besides the perv in my mind, Im perfectly sane.

A snort resounded in my head, and I mentally glared.

"bitch stay the fuck out of that. I sooo am sane!"

"Says the dumbass talking to her inner conscious that she made up!"

"Youre not THAT made up, I mean, youve gotta be real on some level if I created you."

"Wow kid..."

I cut off our connection for the time being. Hopefully he cant hear my thoughts right now, well that was interesting.

I wonder about the mind and such and how we can create diffetent personalities but its far too complicated.

Alright so Im sitting in the same car with a murderer and two possibly unattatched victims who could most likely snap at any second...

Sweet!

Its like the kind of thing you see in movies, WHICH IS FUCKING AWESOME!!

Those kinds of movies are awesome, the evil death and gorey type of stuff, so I guess that contributes to my rather shattered personality at the moment.

Not that Im shattered, Ive just found a new self discovery. That scene at the warehouse made me crave more.

More blood.

More death..

More...

"So what if Im crazy, all the best people are?"