Deranged Minds

Keyle

 "Listen if you don't hand over that gun right now," Keyle tried to breathe out evenly but it came out in a shaky huff.

"What? You'll shoot me," Jex chuckled dryly holding the pistol up higher aiming it at Keyle's head. "I'm the one with the gun. That means I make the rules. I tell you to strip your clothes off and run around the goddamn street nude as the day you were born you would have to do it."

"And what," Keyle glared at him shaking her head even as her body shook in fear. "You'll just run after me, gun pointed at my naked ass the whole way making sure I follow orders? Yeah sounds like a real good plan."

"What are you..." Jex laughed loudly before he stared her down harder. "Listen if you're trying to distract me or stall or whatever it's not going to work. You aren't going to get out of this."

"Yeah," Keyle swallowed looking to the side hoping to see some kind of escape. "I know I'm not Jex, but neither are you. Your gun it's probably registered right? That means the police are going to track it to you. No matter where you hide it they are going to find it. You shoot me, my life isn't the only one ending tonight."

"The only issue with that Keyle," Jex grinned, cocking the gun loudly. "It doesn't matter if they find the gun. Do you want to know why? The answer is simple. Think about it. Why would finding the gun be useless? What no answer? I guess I'll tell you. They're never going to find the bullets to match the gun."

"What are you talking about?" Keyle shivered trying to hold back a sob.

"Your body," Jex's eyes seemed to glint in the light as he took a step forward. "They're not going to find it. No body, no bullets, it's like there wasn't a crime to begin with. But there will be. Oh god the bloodshed that is going to go on the art of it all."

Jex sniffed the air loudly closing his eyes as he threw his head back. Bringing his head back down he forced eye contact with Keyle this was it. The fear in her eyes was almost delicious. What a perfect first time. He had thought about this moment for years. Before he had even met Keyle. Ever since he was a teenager he had thought about taking a life. The gun felt like an extension of his hand. A part of his being. A silver appendage that he had fine tuned the use of over years of practice.

A cry from Keyle brought his attention back to her full force. He watched as the tears streamed down her face nearly silent except for the simple sob that seemed to escape her firm set lips. He couldn't keep the grin off his face. It was almost sensual seeing her struggle to keep the emotion off her face even as it tried to escape through her lips in the tremble he saw. Through the sheen of fear streaming from her eyes. Through the tremors that erupted every few seconds and traveled down her body from her head down to her toes.

Walking closer to her he couldn't hold back his desire to reach out to her watching as she backed up quickly stumbling over her feet as she tried to get away from him. Clicking his tongue he brought the gun down pointing it at her stomach before he quirked his finger motioning her closer to him. She shook her head but stopped her feet from moving backward any further.

"There's a good girl," Jex whispered softly cooing as he walked closer to her. "I can come to you. Now don't move or I'll shoot you in the stomach. Slower death, much more painful for sure. You wouldn't want that would you?"

"Please. You don't have to do this," Keyle cried softly all her earlier confidence leaving her in an almost physical display of surrender.

"That's the fun of it," Jex murmured as he reached her stopping in front of her. He pulled her hair to his mouth breathing it in. He enjoyed how that made her tremors more violent. "I don't have to do any of this."