Psychopathism.

Chapter Nine "Nightmare."

Few minutes later...

After a few hours, Breeze finally made it to Pan's house. When they finally met, the atmosphere was awkward, and as if they just met with one another. They talk nothing in particular, that is until Pan finally tell what happened today with Lance..

"Lance act different this morning." Pan said, suddenly which startles Breeze. "Oh? Like how? and why he act different?" Breeze asked again, Pan just shrug. "I don't even know, but it seemed he felt... scared. As if someone is... mentally hurting him." Breeze move closer to Pan and hug him. "Well, I don't know but I'll try to help him out." Breeze said, and Pan soon embrace her. "I want him to free from this. I want to help him." Pan said, started to get emotional. "I actually friends with him for quite awhile, I too care about him." Breeze said, truthfully.

They soon let go, and after all emotions aside, they all agreed that they will help Lance out of this mess. "So, what do we need to do to start with this?" Breeze asked, wondering that they don't have any leads as to why Lance acting differently from time to time. "Well, I could ask one of his friends, Wyatt." Pan said, and her ears immediately notice that name. "Well, I actually knew him a little. We can meet him at school on Monday, how's that sounds?", Pan agreed, "Good idea."

- Meanwhile -

3rd Person POV

The room is dark, empty, and filled with the stench of rotting meat and dried red water. He feels that his disguise is perfect. Black leggings, black hoodie, and a mask to cover his face. Though his eyes are still visible, he covers his right eye, his left eye, he keep them visible, so that his victims would see how twisted and evil he is.

He start walking downstairs, toward his special place. He always come here to entertain, to have fun and make all sorts of things. When he finally hit the ground, he turn on the light. The bulbs didn't give too much lighting, because he want his victims to be boxed in by the darkness. He went and grab a knife and a bucket of cold water from the table, then stare at my victim, to sat and tied up to a chair in the middle of the room.

The figure splash the water on their face, which resulted them to wake up. He only stands there, waiting for them to feel fear. Once they look at him, they stare, fear and lonely.

"W-Who are you?!" The person demands, and it's a he.

Before hecould ask again, I quickly pick up a mini saw from the table and move closely to him. I grab and put my hands on his face, it seemed he is very scared, his eyes already swelling with tears.

As always, with all my things, I start to go and grab his fingers, then slowly start to saw one finger with my mini saw. He screamed and beg for me to stop, but I couldn't. Hearing their screams are a delightful music to me. Once I cut the first finger, I move on to the next, then the next, next, until all their fingers are gone.

He started to crying and begging for me to stop, though once I start doing this, I know that I'll never stop until I'm satisfied.

"P-Please," He begged, in tears and his bleeding hands seemed to tremble, "P-Please d-don't... I-I beg you plea-" Before he could continue, he swiftly move to his leg and stab his foot with the  knife. He screamed in pain as he move the knife around, then swiftly cut his toes with his knife. He start to move around, struggling to escape. He got up and punch his stomach area, which makes him cough up blood. He punch once more to his face.

He seemed to stop for a bit, but still crying and trembling.

He then pick up my last toy for this, hopefully he'll like it.

When he saw it though, and stood horrified by what's to come next. He then start to struggle more, "N-NO PLEASE! D-DON'T! I-I DON'T WANNA DIE, I DON'T WANNA DIE! NO PLEASE NO! STOP!-" Before he could continue, I press my toy to his chest, he gurgle up blood. He kept begging but now his voice is not audible. He enjoy every moment with this, though the fun slowly died down as he now stop as he realize that the boy is now lifeless on the chair.

He start to have more fun with the body of the deceased male, with everything he got. Scissors. Knives. Saws. Everything. Even though he couldn't hear the voices, he still have fun to do more. Though he soon got bored with it, and he knows exactly what he wants:

he is craving for more.