Psychopath

Chapter four

Finally James had a reason to get up in the morning. Before, the minute he opened his eyes he thought of how annoying and boring school would be, how little he was doing with his life, and how he would have to pretend to be normal. But now he had a reason to get up in the morning. He had a reason to put on his fake smile throughout the day, he had a reason to sit in boring classrooms learning useless facts for hours on end. That reason was that he had someone who could relate with him. Someone he could be himself around. Not a friend. No, Brian was too dangerous to be friends with. But defiantly someone who would make his life more interesting. James got out of bed with a smile and jumped into his morning routine. He picked out a black shirt and dark blue jeans, and went to the bathroom to shower. He took his scalding hot shower, got dressed, and went downstairs. James grabbed a granola bar and slowly walked up to the bus stop, arriving just before the bus got their, and rode to school. The day went relatively fast. Finally it was the end of last period. James counted the seconds on his watch. 3...2....1. The bell rang. It took every ounce of restraint James had to keep from running out the door and meeting up with Brian. He slowly walked to his locker and dumped his books inside. He carefully grabbed his book bag. He didn't dare put it in. Inside were two large kitchen knives he had stolen from the knife rack in his kitchen. Neither of his parents came home from work until at least seven, so there was very little risk of them noticing the knives were gone. James walked outside toward the base ball bleachers. Brian was already there. He was staring intently at the soccer practice taking place directly in front of him. James frowned as he got closer to Brian. He didn't have anything with him, not even a book bag. Where was the animal they were supposed to practice on? Brian was supposed to catch one. James considered the situation for a moment. Of course Brian didn't have the animal with him. That would be way too risky. He probably hid it somewhere. James sat next to Brian.
"Where's the animal?"
Brian smiled, still not taking his eyes off the practice.
"You'll see. We have to wait until their practice ends before we can do it. Here sit down, I want to show you something."
James, interested, sat to the right of Brian, and looked at the practice. The couch was splitting the soccer players into two teams for a scrimmage.
"Josh go on the blue team." one if the players, a tall lanky kid with messy brown hair, James assumed it was Josh, visibly stiffened.
"But sir, Kevin is on the red team."
"Yeah, and? what's your point?"
"I want to be on the same team as Kevin."
"Well too bad! Your on the blue team."
A blond haired boy on the red team, James assumed it was Kevin, spoke up.
"Please sir, just let us be on the same team."
The couch frowned, "Alright fine. Josh go be with your boyfriend if your going to make such a big deal out of it." he tossed josh a red jersey. Josh, grinning, put the jersey on and stood next to Kevin.
"Alright now that teams are made lets get started. Red team gets ball first."
James was utterly perplexed. Why had Josh fought so hard to be on Kevin's team? Why did it matter so much? He turned to Brian.
"I don't get it. Why did he make such a big deal about being on a different team?"
"It's a pretty interesting story actually. You see last week Josh almost died. He was walking home from practice texting one of his friends, and when he tried to cross a street, a motor cycle nearly hit him. Kevin pulled he back into the sidewalk right before he was hit. Since then the two have been inseparable."
"Why did you want me to see this?"
Brian turned to James. "Because I want you to know if you saved my life I wouldn't be like that."
"Of course you wouldn't. If I saved you, it would mean I did it because I need you for something. I would assume that you did it to benefit yourself if you saved me."
"I couldn't have said it better myself. I just want you to understand that we aren't friends."
"I understand completely. We accept each other because we need each other."
Brian smiled, "I'm glad you understand."
They say quietly, waiting for the practice to end. Finally, an hour and a half later, the practice ended. Brian waited for every player to leave the field and go home. When the team left, the school field was completely empty. Brian slowly scanned the area to make sure everyone was gone, stood up and stretched his back. He began walking toward the baseball field. James slowly got up and followed him. James usually walked relatively slowly. He liked to take the time to observe the things around him. Brian however, walked quickly, not caring about anything around him. James had to break into a light jog to keep up with him. They walked for about a minute before they arrived at the baseball field. Brian couldn't care less about the field itself. He walked around it and headed toward a large three foot, by three foot yellow, metal box about three meters behind the home plate. This box was where the team stashed their bats and baseballs. It was locked by a rather large lock that required a key. Brian took the key out of his pocket and undid the lock.
"How did you get the key to the supply box?"
"I memorized the locker combination of one of you teammates who's in charge of locking up after practice and stole the key from his backpack."
Janes nodded in approval. Brian slowly opened the lid of the bin. Inside was a golden retriever. It's paws were tied together, and it wore a muzzle. Its fur was matted with dirt that turned its once golden fur a sickish yellow brown. It had been in there for hours with no food or water. James was surprised it hadn't defecated or urinated in the bin. The dog looked up at James and whimpered.
"Well, what do you think?" Asked Brian
"Nice job. The basic anatomy of a dog isn't too different that a humans. This will be perfect."
"So how do you want to kill it. I suggest we cut off its legs and let it bleed to death." A smile tugged at the corners of Brian's lips. James shook his head. He slowly lifted the dog out of the bin. It was too exhausted to resist. He held the dog's head in his lap and whispered soothingly to it. The dog, already exhausted, quickly fell asleep. James slowly opened his bag and chose a skinning knife. He slammed it into the dogs neck and just as quickly yanked it out. He jumped away from the dog before he was drenched it blood. The dog died it a matter of seconds. It barely felt a thing.
"My way would have worked too."
"This was the quickest, quietest way."
Brian sighed, "Fine, lets get started."
James opened his bag and producer two pairs of gloves and surgical masks. "Yup, lets get started."

Yeah, I know a dog had to die in this chapter. Trust me I hated writing it as much as you hated reading it. I needed something to show how heartless James and Brian are. Please leave a comment or add this story to you reading list if you like it. Thanks. Also, let me know if you want me stop adding these notes at the end of the chapter. I'd understand if you find them annoying.