Maniac (AHS Based Story)

Chapter Seven

My only response is to laugh. She looks at me bewilderedly, which only encourages my laughter. I earn a few looks from the guards, but they can only assume I've gone fully insane, by now.

"Look, if you want any chance of getting out of here, I suggest you listen to me." She whispers harshly. My smile fades, and I look at her intently.

She has gained my undivided attention, now. My laughter simmers down to silence, and I wait for her to continue.

"My boyfriend, well. He's the killer, not you." She says. Her breathes come out ragged, as if saying it aloud was toxic.

"And why should I believe that?" I roll my eyes.

"Because I was his next victim!" Her voice raises, and I shoot her a look to quiet down. If the staff here knew what we were discussing, we could get in serious trouble.

"I was with him last night. Everything was fine, until I left to go to the bathroom. I made a wrong turn and found myself in a room that he didn't want me in." Her eyes are full of fear, and I know I'm going to have to pull the information from her, if I want this conversation to go anywhere.

"What did you see?" I egg her on.

"The room was empty- all white, with bright lights. There were tools lined up on the wall- saws, butcher knives, wrenches. I didn't think anything of it, since he's a hunter. But there was so much blood. Everywhere. The walls, the floors, on the chair in the middle of the room, with a body in it." She stops again, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"I was his next target. I got out of there eventually, but it only put me in here." She cries.

"You have to stop crying. That shit doesn't get you anywhere in here."

She sniffles and wipes her eyes with sleeve, but pulls herself together.

"When you're ready, tell me his name." I say in a soft tone, hoping not to spring on any more tears.

"O-Officer Jones." She manages to say. My jaw drops, and I am utterly shocked. To think that someone who works within these walls, is the killer.

BLAKE'S POV

Today was so hectic. Patients were in and out of the clinic throughout the day, all for petty injuries.

Although, one patient still lingered in my mind, no matter how many times I tried to wash him from my thoughts.

Whenever he speaks to me, the few times he does, he leaves me speechless. Sometimes I wish I were his psychologist, but I'm smart enough to know he doesn't say a word to them.

I lock the door behind me, and I'm startled, when Brooklyn is standing in front of me when I turn around.

"You scared me to death." I hold my hand to my chest, breathing out.

"How was your day of being head nurse?" She wiggles her eyebrows. I can't help but laugh at her silliness, and I've forgotten how good it feels to laugh.

"I've had better days." I shrug my shoulders. Her smiles drops, as if she was expecting more details. Being her friend, I probably should divulge all of the details, but the clinic was the last thing I wanted to talk about.

The two of us walk outside, into the cold air of November. We make small talk on the way to the bus station, and I'm thankful our conversation frays from the institution and the patients that live within it.

My mind wanders off elsewhere, as Brooklyn tells me all about her sister's engagement.

It's always him. For three weeks now, I have not been able to think of anything other than him. It's beginning to frustrate me, that I can't even have a normal conversation with my friend, because he's invading my thoughts. He keeps me awake at night and distracts me from my work, and he's not even there.

I'm beginning to think maybe I'm going insane.

My mind comes back to me, when Brooklyn shouts my name. I look up at her, to see she's already getting on the bus. I jump up from my seat, towing my purse behind me.

"You've been acting so weird, lately. What's up with you?" She pesters me.

"Er. Nothing." I bite my lip. She looks at me with suspicion, but drops the subject regardless.

The remainder of the bus ride is silent, and we eventually say our goodbyes, when Brooklyn gets off at her exit.

Only a few people are still on the bus, when I get off. I wave to the driver, mouthing a thank you, as he drives off. I dig through my purse, looking for my keys, as I approach my door.

I kick the door open, as I reach down to pick up the newspaper, reading the headline.

"The Maniac finally resides behind bars."

Below the title is a picture of James, and a small article about him. I throw it in the trash, advising myself not to read it, so I don't become more consumed with him, than I already am.

I sigh as I pick the newspaper out of the trash and begin reading the article. I'm in so deep, and I don't know if I can get out.

A/N

So, this is kind of a shitty update. But, nonetheless, it's still an update. I promise things will get better as the story progresses!