Checking the kit, I have my gloves, check, knives, check, small rodents in case I want to get freaky, check, jumper cables, check, lint roller to look absolutely fabulous and a rain coat, double check. I have a nice rented M3 outside. "Patrick! Where are you going?" I turn to Evelyn my fiancé and look her in the eye. "I have to go return some video tapes."
"But it's Saturday night, I thought we were going to paint or star gaze or just think wishfully ?" God her accent makes me want to rip off my ears, but I need my ears. "Like I said I had to just return some video tapes." I walk down the stairs and from the hall I hear " Patrick! Just remember we have reservations at Dorsia at 8" Finally I finish the stairs and enter the car, first victim, I'm thinking a nice back alley, the people you just don't think about. I enter a hole in the wall bar off 67th street and go over to a girl who's sitting alone at the counter. "Well hello beautiful, let's say you and me ditch this place." She looks at me, not bad, blonde hair, tattoo on the left shoulder, nice breasts. "Sure, this place is boring anyway." It's only 5:00, this means I have all the time to do what I want. I take her out the side exit, I see this older homeless man and a dog. "Excuse me sir." I glare at him, why is he bothering to talk to me? "Do you have any spare change?" He's been reduced to begging, pathetic. I get up close to his face."why are you like this, huh? You pathetic little piece of scum on the earth, don't you see in trying to take this girl home so I can kill her!" I pull on my gloves and pull out a knife and stab him and his dog and leave him on the side of the alley. I turn to the girl who's just standing there like nothing happened. "C'mon Sabrina." She follows then starts to pipe up. "My name isn't Sabrina."
"Whatever." I get her into the car and take her to Paul Owens apartment. Since I murdered Paul, his apartment is now my personal body dump site. I undress Sabrina and pull out a mouse. I let it crawl all over her, I starved the mouse for the perfect moment of truth, as it goes to the start of her stomach it bites down and burrows into her. Now she's wailing in pain and the rat is eating right through her. I pull out my pistol and blow her head off and let the mouse eat the rest of her. I pick up her body and throw it into the bathtub.
Onto the next victim. Another bar, my co workers are at this one, I see Lewis. God that fucking faggot. "Hey Patrick." He waves at me and blows me a kiss when I enter, its 6, my reservation is at 8. I go to the wash room and along comes Lewis. He goes up to a urinal, I'm closing in behind him, close to killing him, and at that moment he turns around and tries to kiss me. "What the hell!"
"Patrick just admit it, you love me, I booked us a hotel room at Rockefeller under the name, 'Professor Plum."
"Get the fuck away from me or I will decapitate you!"
"I don't care, I love you very very much." I pull out my knife and slit his throat. I wash my hands and go back to the bar scene, I see two girls. I walk up to them. "Well hello lovely honeys, care to come with me and have a little fun?" They both nod and we enter my car and go back to Paul's apartment I hook them up to the jumper cables and the cables to a car battery. I see them start to get electrocuted and I undress, perfectly toned body unleashed from clothing as I use the first girl, once I've finished with her I crank up her voltage, now the next girl, I put her voltage to full and use her, she comes quickly and I stab her through the chest. Beep. Beep. Beep. I check my watch, it's 7:30. I pull my suit back on and go back to my apartment. I comb my hair, grab my Walkman and a cassette tape as Evelyn and I walk out the door and hail a cab for Dorsia. In the cab I listen to Huey Lewis and Robert Palmer.
Evelyn and I get to the restaurant. We order steak and crab. While I'm eating Evelyn tries to make small talk but I dismiss her. I see someone, a special someone. I get up and go over to the adjacent table. "Victoria!" She looks up at me and smiles. "Hello Patrick, how have you been, I haven't seen you some high school." Victoria was my high school sweetheart, broke my heart, but she was fun. She and I talk and I take her to Paul's apartment. She goes to the bed where the dead girls were. "Why are there wine stains on the bed." This dumbass obviously can't tell what fresh blood is. "Would you like a drink?" I go to the kitchen and pull out a nail gun and go behind her. "That would be lovely." I go back to the kitchen I go to the fridge and make rummaging sounds. "Did you know Ted Bundy's first dogs name was Lassie?"
"Who's Ted Bundy? Is he and architect?"
"No, serial killer."
"I don't know him." I give her the drink and walk behind her I hold the nail gun to the back of her head."good bye Victoria."
"What was that Patrick?" I blow through her head with two nails. I put her body into the bath tub, four girls, plus Lewis, the homeless gentleman and his dog, that makes seven. I go down the stair and onto the sidewalk back to my apartment. I stop at my local ATM. I ask for $120 in 5s and 20s. "Excuse me, Mister." I turn around and I see a little old lady holding a cat, "Can I help you?" Then the ATM lights up. On the screen it reads, feed me the cat. I take the cat from the lady and try to shove the cat into the card slot. "Sir you can't do that!" I turn around sharply and pick her up by the head and smash her skull into the metal keys, I bash it in more and watch her body bleed, I start to leave the scene once I have my money.
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Patrick Bateman- Killing spree
Short StoryAn average Friday night for America's favorite psycho