Crazy Enough...

Chapter 16

The world slid back into a view, though it was all blurred. My throat was numb, and I could still smell the sweet serenity of chloroform. I looked through blurred eyes at my surroundings.

I was in what looked like a small cabin. I could see a bedroom and bathroom across the large room I was in. the biggest room served as a kitchen, dining room and living room. Along with a multitude of other things, it also was a front entry, and I could see through a small window, what was happening outside. It was no longer dark outside, and looked to be around mid-morning, though it was hard to tell because it seemed that I was in the middle of a forest.

I was sitting in a chair pulled up at one end of the short table, and I could see a radio in a corner of the room. I fidgeted with my hand ties, and leg ties, but gave up when I realized that it was no use. I shuffled slowly across the room, eventually falling on my face when a chair leg got caught on the rug.

The door creaked open, and I couldn't see who had come in, but I was almost positive that it was whoever had taken me.

"Hello, my love," He called, and I froze in the warm June air.

I turned slowly, but he pulled the chair back up, before I had completely turned around.

"What were you doing, my darling?" he asked pleasantly, and I knew I was in the presence of a psychopath.

He had put the chair back up, so I was facing away from him, and I was too scared to turn my head. I knew I was the next victim of the serial killer that terrorized the streets of Wickerby. I had run some quick numbers in my head, and calculated that last night was the eighth day, meaning his cycle was back to day one.

"What is wrong? Why have you fallen quiet?" he said and walked around my chair.

Crouching, his face was inches from mine, and I had shut my eyes closed tightly. I slowly opened them, and found myself facing all to familiar topaz-like hazel eyes.

"Toby," I breathed.

"Ah yes, I thought you would've known by now, but apparently not," he said and began pacing. I had never seen this side of him, or maybe I had.

"It was you all along?"

"Well, yeah. Who else would it have been?" he asked, and I didn't know the answer.

"Why?" it was my only question.

"Why? Simply because, you see there's this thing called love. Most people think it's the antidote, but really, it's the poison. I loved all those girls, but they always chose someone else. This is me showing them who they should've chosen. I love you Elsabeth," he said these vile words, and I was repelled.

"So, you killed them because they didn't love you?"

"Oh, heavens no, I was going to, but eventually they all had something, what's it called? Stockholm syndrome, yes. They admitted their love to me in a desperate attempt, but by then I had moved on. They killed themselves because they couldn't have me. Karmas cruel isn't it?"

"You killed them, because they didn't love you," I raised my voice. This was all a ploy.

"Maybe I did, but that doesn't matter. All that matters are you and me. Now tell me you love me," he said it as if it were as easy as riding a bike.

"Okay, so let me get this straight. You kidnapped me, because I didn't choose you?"

"Yes."

"But I did. And you rejected me. I was a little crazy, so I must admit I wouldn't have done it otherwise, but I never chose someone else," I was so confused, his logic made no sense.