Amnesia [Completed/Editing]

Chapter Ten // Owen Lux Wesley | Part II

CHAPTER TEN // OWEN LUX WELSEY | PART TWO

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THE SONG TO THE SIDE -- PAROXYSM OF HAPPINESS -- IS THE FIRST SONG LUX WAS SINGING TO. THE SECOND SONG IS BY ENDLESS MELANCHOLY - WHEREVER, WHICH IS IN THE EXTERNAL LINK. 

ALL OF THE LYRICS ARE COMPLETELY MADE UP AND BELONG TO ME. DO NOT COPY/STEAL.

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German and Pamela were both in my basement, tied up in chairs a few feet apart from one another. I was sitting across from both of them, watching for any signs of their body reacting since the chloroform was wearing off. A day had passed since I recklessly stopped the car at one hundred miles per hour and I still hadn’t run into Bane or received any news from him. Saturday was coming soon and I already had my two victims although I planned on killing them much earlier than originally planned. 

I lost track of time. German was sitting across from me on my left, his head hanging low with his blonde wisps covering his forehead and eyes. It swayed back and forth and it somehow reminded me of my thought articulation regarding blood. My gaze traveled to Pamela, who was slouched in an uncomfortable position on the chair to my right, her dark brown hair tangled in a bloody mess. She had suffered from blood loss from the back of her head, where there was currently a huge gash that was pleasant to look at. German had suffered the same fate, although his gash was on his forehead, just underneath his brown locks of hair, right by the trickle of blood I was mesmerized by yesterday. 

My inner demon was waiting patiently, waiting for the right moment. I noticed both of them shuffling after a few moments of rushed breaths and I knew instantly that it was time. I stood from my comfortable position on the chair and walked to the table behind me, where my assortment of knives, scissors, and other utilities that lay from size to sharpness. There was also a gun beside the knives, just in case the couple did anything frisky without my knowledge. Next to the gun was a CD Player, an idea that formed in my mind when I was driving back from the highway. 

I pressed play, listening to the lovely melody that hit my ears in less than seconds. The music was loud and overpowered my senses, only furthermore urging the deathly demon inside of me to begin my methods of torture. Their deaths were going to be quick, for I had more important things to do than drag this out. The couple was merely for entertainment purposes only, to only release the pent up anger that had built as tall as a skyscraper as soon as I found out that Lynn suspected me. 

Killing them would only make the skyscraper drop a few stories. I planned on saving all of my pent up anger for Lynn, she deserved the final grand prize. My mouth watered and my stomach jumped in excitement as I imagined her reaction when I told her that it was my fault that all of those people died. It was a pleasant thing to look forward to. 

I turned the volume down so my voice could be heard in case I wanted to talk and picked up the bucket of water underneath the table. I walked slowly towards the couple that was gradually awakening. Unfortunately they were taking too long so I dumped half of the water on German and the other half on Pamela. They both immediately woke up with startled gasps and choked unspoken words. 

“La, la, la-la, la,” I sang along with the music playing, loving that I had chosen songs that were absolutely perfect for what was about to happen. “Tell me, was your death sweet? Tell me, did it hurt? Tell me did you see the demons, the products of the devil?” I heard both of them cursing but I tuned them out and let the music fill the remaining senses I had left. I dropped the bucket on the floor and marveled at the sight of the couple exchanging alarmed, frightened glances as their faces were soaked with water. “La, la, la-la, la.”