Disturbed

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"one, two, three, four, blood splattering on the floor"
"Five, six, seven, eight, stab you with a wooden stake"
"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, love the strong bloody smell"
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, the prettiest sight I'd ever seen"
"Eighteen-"

The brunets song was suddenly cut short making him pout. "Aww you didn't let me finish. I guess that's a good thing, I can't really find anything good enough to rhyme with twenty-two" he said to the security guard that had come back for the third time having to leave everytime to vomit after hearing the stories of the brunets murder victims.

The brunet telling each story like to they'd just happened yesterday which, thankfully they didn't. He tells them bit by bit stopping in the middle to laugh at the memory of their blood curdling screams and terrified faces as he stood in the corner of their rooms. Ryan Leonard Beaumont was a sick and twisted 21 year old man. He was a murderer and a psycho that actually enjoyed watching people basically drown in their own blood.

He loved the slicing sound of the knife as it went in and out of a victims body. He loved the genuine look of fear they have on their face before he ends their life with no remorse. He laughs as the fall to their deaths, usually falling on a glass table in the process making them shatter and cause more cuts in the bodies. "Why do they always have glass tables" he said to himself laughing out loud, making the security guard named John look at him weirdly.

He remembered the look on his dad's face as he
watched the life slowly slip from his eyes. Rye started to cry and laugh at the same time for two seconds then went stoned faced and started to sing. "La la la la" he sang in his beautifully haunting voice. "Stop singing you psycho" John said rolling his eyes going back to writing his report. Eveytime John came back  he had his clipboard with him writing a new statement on the paper.

Rye never knew what John wrote and he didn't care it was probably all the same "PSYCHO" written in big bold letters. He despised the word with a passion. He didn't know why since the word perfectly described him. He was the definition of PSYCHO but he hated it. It was always the word they used for a killer in every movie but they've never used a synonyms or words that related to the wretched word like: Maniac, lunatic, mental, or his personal favorite, disturbed.

The word was related to the word psycho but it wasn't just like it. Sure, the other names that were thrown at him were also fitting for him but disturbed made him feel different maybe even powerful. "I would advise you NOT TO CALL ME PSYCHO" Rye snapped staring at the security guard with the craziest look in his eye. "What should I call you then? What should I call the person that killed hundreds of people and even his own father!" He yelled standing over Rye now. Rye was in a straight jacket so he couldn't kill John right now, well he could escape he always does.

It happens all the time, he kills someone, they lock him up, he escapes and goes to his home to hide out for a while with his boyfriend Andy, then goes back on a killing spree. Oh Andy, his beloved boyfriend he was the most beautiful creature on planet Earth. Not even the prettiest of flowers could beat the beauty of Andy Fowler.

Andy was the only person Rye felt any kind of feelings for other than the rest of his family that had long since disowned him because of the  murder of his father but Rye didn't care. "FUCK THEM" he always says to himself, he had Andy and that's all that matters. Rye started laughing for two seconds before going stoned faced once more and singing "Just simply call me Disturbed" he laughed loudly, wiggling around in his straight jacket making his chair scrape loudly against the floor.

John got scared that he would escape again so he ran to get back up. "YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE JOHN!!! I ALWAYS ESCAPE AND WHEN I DO IM GOING AFTER YOU AND YOUR FAMILY" he yelled loudly laughing very loud and psychotically. He finally got loose and grabbed Johns gun that he stupidly left loaded on the table. Rye exited the room, shooting anything that breathed. Once he was at the entrance, he pocketed the gun "Andyyyyy I'm coming homeeee" he sang before sneaking off into the night. A sinister laugh echoing in the behind him.

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So I wrote this story at 3:00 AM and basically scared myself 😂😂😂 I hope you like it and will read it when I start updating it.❤️❤️❤️❤️