Short Stories

A Psychopath's Story

The scent of blood that runs through my core is so addicting and so sweet. My new victim is such a beauty. Her gorgeous brown hair, elusive pitch-black eyes, and her figure that can make any man fall down on their knees.

"We need to leave. Someone will find out about this," said Pete.

"Oh just get on with it. You need to slash out all her limbs and pull out her eyeballs," said Anne which definitely made me smirk.

"I agree with Anne. She needs to suffer more." I said as I heed with what Anne just said.

Among the three of us, Pete has been always been the most frail and easily feel guilty about what we do. I sometimes think that I really need to get rid of him, but he's part of us. He's always been and I can't do anything about it.

I skinned my victim with my sharp blade that can bleed a finger if you touch its edges.

Anne took charge after I skinned our victim alive. She pulled out her limbs one by one using a small saw and after that, I heard a crackling sound which is probably from the woman's bones.

I gave the knife to Pete but he was so hesitant and was shaking into fear. I rolled my eyes and hand it to him again so he took it.

He hesitated on stabbing the victim so I pushed him to do it. I controlled him to stab the woman in the chest multiple of times. I pulled the woman's heart out by slicing her open. I saw blood on my hands and I smiled. It was a bit sticky and slimy and definitely delicious. I placed each one of my fingertips on my mouth and savor the exquisite blood of the woman.

After our work, we immediately took care of the mess we've made and left no traces at all so that it won't lead it to us. I still do not want to go to jail.

However, I still want to commit more killings. It's like giving me satisfaction whenever we kill someone.

The next evening, Pete told us that he got nagged by his boss. She said his presentation to the board of trustees was so unprofessional and so disappointing.

He lose my job just like that. A simple presentation can surely lose your job once you mess up but that old hag is just too much. I met I'll definitely show her that we're not a simple team to be messed up with.

"W-What should we do? Can't we just leave her be? " I clenched my fist when I heard Pete so nervous in what we're about to do.

"Shut up weakshit. We're doing this for you. We're gonna burn her until she feel like she's in hell." Anne said.

Anne is just like me in serving justice. Unlike Pete here who is always feeling guilty, Anne and I never feel guilt in doing things that is definitely right.

The woman last night that we killed was Ava Millers. She cheated on Pete. Anne saw him with a guy and they're making out on a car. She definitely needs to die for cheating.

All of this is for Pete. I don't know when he'll ever realize that we're all doing this for him. He's too fragile and afraid. He can't do anything if we don't threaten him or give orders to him.

As the night falls, we got ourselves into the parking lot of the building Pete used to work to. That old hag's car is near us so anytime now, that old hag can come up.

After a few minutes of waiting, the old hag came out from the exit and was approaching her car.

I immediately came running after her stabbed her in the face.

Bullseye.

I hit her left eye. It was bleeding so much and I liked it. I pulled out my knife and taste the warm blood on my cold blade. It was delicious and I felt an ecstatic feeling.

Anne brought the sack and placed the old hag inside. She was struggling so Anne kicked her so much until she groans in so much pain.

I immediately poured the sack with a can of gasoline and I lit it up. It was burning and she was struggling so hard. It was fun seeing your victim suffer to death. She was like a worm that crawls for a way out of the flame and it made us laugh.

And then suddenly, we heard the sirens of the police. I run back to the car and ignite the engine.

As we got out of the parking lot, police cars were rushing through us and they're all in our tail right now so I speed up the car by stepping hard on the gas to lose them.

However Pete stepped on the brake which totally disrupted the constant speed of the car. He swiveled the wheel until we bumped into a post.

"Damn you, Pete." I said as I fell into the grasp of darkness.

I woke up and saw Pete talking to a policeman—a detective probably.

"Let me out Pete." I said.

"No. None of you are coming out." he said which made both me and Anne anxious.

-

"What's your name again?" asked the policeman.

"Pete. Pete Denver."

"So, Pete, you are aware of the consequences of the crimes you've committed, am I right?"

"Yes." I answered.

"Do you have any accomplices in this crimes?" he asked again.

"I'm sorry guys, but I'm turning myself in." I whispered to them.

"I'm sorry?" asked the policeman. He thought I was talking to him.

"I have."

"Where are they? What are their names?" he asked again.

"Anne and Michael."

"Who are they?Where are they now? "

"I'm with them right now. They have always been protecting me." I paused,

"For they are....me."I smiled deviously.

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He has dissociative identity disorder or split personality btw that's why he had Anne and Michael. I think you can acquire that sort of disorder from a traumatic experience in the past so your brain had to create a defense mechanism to protect your self from the dangers and so born the personalities.