In The Hands Of The Psychopath

Prologue

Lare: I want to kill her.
Lare: I want to kill her.
Lare: I want to kill her.

Huh? Weird.

I visited his profile and clicked the add button. Nothing is posted in there, except for a picture of a knife and a gun.

Minutes have passed and he accepted my request.

Leazy: Hello Psycho. What games do you play and you are so eager to kill her?

We're in the same group of gamers. It's a group online where we interact to team up and to gain friends. But this gamer, we haven't been in a conversation even once.

We don't reveal our identities and we're only using dummy accounts. 

Lare: She's a pest. That's why I want to kill her. 

I don't know if he's kidding or not, but it sounds that he's mad or something. I decided to continue talking to him. Maybe he's just problematic.

I also don't have any idea if he's a guy or a girl so let's just consider him as a guy. 

Leazy: Why? And who is that 'her'? You know, if you have any problems, just talk to me.

Lare: My dad's mistress. She beats my mom when my dad is not around. I knew this when I got home from school. She's slapping my mom. Do you know how it hurts for me?! Damn that woman, I wanna choke her to death.

It shivered me down the spine after reading that. Poor him. I wanna help him.

Lare: How about you Leazy, have you imagined  killing someone too?

I was shocked on what he asked.

I'm only human. I can be mad too. And the idea of killing that man satisfies me. 

Leazy: Of course. I can imagine myself killing that man. He's making my mom's life miserable. But, I just can't. My mom loves him. To the point that she's also being a ragdoll by that jerk.

I  clenched may hands out of anger. I hate my step dad. I really do. 

Lare: What about a bet Leazy? Or just a pure game?

Leazy: What do you mean? What are you up to?

Lare: Let's just say that, I'll end your mom's problems, and so are you. You're gonna end my mom's problem too. I mean, I'll kill your step dad, and you'll kill my step mom.

Leazy: WHAT THE HECK! ARE YOU INSANE? STOP BEING RIDICULOUS! NOT A GOOD JOKE, LARE! NOT A GOOD JOKE!

Lare: Look, we don't have any idea of each other's company, and they can't accuse us as suspects. Trust me, you'll never experience holding the cold rails inside the jail.

What? Kill them? I always dreamed to kill someone but I cant actually do that.

THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA! NEVER!

Leazy: What? I can't do that. I'm a religious person, you know?
Lare: So you want your mom to suffer?
Lare: You want her to get her ass beaten more? And let her endure those pain? Don't you feel pity little guy?

Leazy: Of course... Not.

Lare: Then just agree with me, trust me, your mom will never experience these things anymore. Her sufferings will end.

I don't know if this deal is right or wrong. But I don't want my mom to suffer again and again. And...

Leazy: Sure.

Lare: I'll just contact you again. I'll send you her details and send yours too. Make sure to send the clear details. Or I'll sue you.

Freak! Psycho!

Leazy: Just please don't harass me when things get done and.. don't ever contact me after this deal.

Lare: Sure Leazy. But I don't do my job with a mess. I do things smoothly.

Lare: Sent an attachment.

I opened the file and saw the information.

Name: Velinda
Occupation: Singer
Age: 34
*picture*

She looks beautiful,and innocent too.

Lare: I want to tell you something. Once you're done with it, you'll never get away from it.