PSYCHOPATH

chapter 15: his red right hand

Chapter 15: His Red Right Hand

~ "Like fire and ice, we repeat our poetic love twice

So different, yet so mutual

You'd sacrifice your soul when I had nothing left

You can't stand to see my pain while all I crave is yours

This love is not right and darling trust me,

I will be the end of you

(you are my angel as I am your devil.)"

~ unknown

WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER! DISTURBING CONTENT AHEAD PLEASE!

"So, what is this 'master plan' you created?" Ella asked him once they were in a safer place to talk- inside his car with the heat on full blast to defrost the goosebumps covering their skin. She turned to him with raised eyebrows and clear skepticism, and a little bit of fear, in her squinted azure eyes.

Will's head tipped back to drop onto the headrest, shoulders slumping. Then his hands suddenly shot out to grip onto the leather steering wheel as if it would somehow stabilize him. Ella watched underneath her furrowed brow; she had never seen him act like this. Unhinged. Slightly irrational. Losing his cool.

The sight brought on a couple emotions for her. Fear. Dread. A bit of satisfaction. It reassured her Will was in fact human. He could feel emotions. And now he was finally experiencing what she had struggled with for so long, the crippling insanity that the Code Killer could inflict, he couldn't judge her now that he felt it, not that he ever judged her in the first place.

Sighing, his hands slipped from the wheel and landed in his lap. He finally looked at her. She tried not to gasp at the fractured look in his eyes. Broken. Why now? Why was he so scared now? Because there was a person who was leaking everything to the Code Killer, a person who might even be him. Right under their noses. In plain sight.

Ella should be more scared, but for some reason, a sort of calmness was washing over her. Maybe... some part of her knew all along?

A shiver raced down her spine. She met his gaze, her lips pressing together tightly.

"We established that the Code Killer obviously has some sort of fascination with you," William began, voice rough and scratchy. "Hell, he basically told us he did. He called you his Persephone, his fucking muse." He raked a hand through his unruly hair, shaking his head in disbelief. "He follows you, he watches you, he is right there with you."

Ella nodded warily. Yes, it was true. As much as she hated to spend time thinking about, the Code Killer had chosenher for some absurd reason for his sick games. What was this leading to though? A churning feeling in her gut told her she was not going to like Will's plan.

Seeing her nod in agreement, he continued. "Do you want me to just say it bluntly?"

Her heart skipped a beat, a foreboding bundle of anxiety beginning to unfold within her. "Lay it on me," she begrudgingly said, not wanting to delay the inevitable.

"Ok." Will sighed. "You're going to have to be bait."

"I fucking knew it." Ella practically hissed at him, her face screwing up into a snarl. She grabbed the strap of her purse from her lap and made a move to rip the car door open to leave.