A FRACTURE IN THE CONSCIOUSNESS ✓

TYLER

{trigger warning: mention of rape, descriptions of torture and murder, gore, lots of blood}

"I need to kill again."

Spencer paused for three seconds, static coming through the pay phone Tyler was using just outside of his and Josh's hotel. "We just killed last week, we need to space out our kills more. You said so yourself."

"Yeah, but-" Tyler sighed, his leg bouncing against the plexiglass of the booth. "Brendon's back, and he won't go away."

"You can't just kill someone each time your psychosis starts to act up-"

Tyler slammed his hand in the payphone buttons, his anger spiking. "Damnit, I'm not crazy."

"I never said that, Joseph."

"You're implying it. I'm not-" he scoffed. "You did this to me. You and Urie. You ruined me."

"We made you an artist." Spencer sounded overprotective of Brendon, even offended on the dead psychopath's behalf. Tyler would've laughed if he wasn't so anxious.

"No, you made me a killer!"

He heard Spencer sigh into the phone. "Look, I'm in Colorado right now. I can't stop you if you kill, but be careful. Don't fuck it up for us now that we've almost reached fifty."

"Remember which one of us has an IQ of 186."

Tyler slammed the phone down and exited the booth, scanning the road and walking down the only way he knew. He remembered a case his team had done in Sacramento a 456 days prior. There were four suspects, all of them with a criminal past that should've kept them in jail for the rest of their lives. And they all still lived in California.

The first one he killed was Ester O'Hare, an older woman with a nasty secret. She'd killed four of her five husbands yet somehow got out with an insanity plea. Alice lived the closest.

She didn't even suspect Tyler when he showed up at her door at eleven o'clock at might, tired and hungry. Not until he was inside the house and at down in the kitchen where he grabbed the closest knife and burying it in her stomach. Twenty. Four. Times. It wasn't fun, though, she didn't even fight back.

So he took the bus to Sebastian Springer, a scamming multimillionaire who was transferring money given to him for charities and keeping it for himself. The bastard lived in welfare now, but that punishment was nothing compared to what he did to the people he scammed. He was harder to get close to, but Tyler didn't mind the challenge.

All he had to do was knock.

Tyler stabbed him too, with pair of sheaths left on the front porch this time, but only a measly twelve times. Once he hit an artery, Sebastian bled out nearly instantly, and the kill lost its sting. Plus, he had to keep his energy for the last two. The night was long, but not forever.

Holden Richards didn't even see Tyler coming when he broke the lock on his window, wielding the same sheaths and tearing him open. He'd raped three twelve year olds and only got five years in total for his disgusting crimes. If anything deserved to be murdered, it was that scum of the earth.

Then there was the special someone.

With this one, Tyler took his time. He'd rushed the last three in a frenzy, but he didn't want to with this last unsuspecting victim.

The older man opened his front door, eyes barely open. He wore a wife beater and sweats, and had a beer in one hand.

"Don't you know what time it is?" He hissed, squinting at Tyler.