Numb: A Sociopath in Love

Chapter 2 :)

Hey so here's the second chapter to those of you still reading :) Ch. 3 will be a real exciting one, as you can tell from the end of this one ;)

The club pulsed behind me as I shut the heavy metal door, the clang echoing down the alley. I leaned against it, breathing in the dark night air, clean of sweat, perfume, and drugs. I rubbed at my eyes, tired from the constant pounding of the music, and the heat from everybody dancing so close together on the dance floor.

My cousins Jer and Eli had immediately split from us the second we had entered the club, after our fake IDs had been approved by the bouncer, a heavy black man. Gabby had shouted and tried to go after them, but they had disappeared in the throng of young adults, probably heading towards the most scantily clad woman they could find. Gabby had sighed, but pushed me forward, telling me to ‘relax and have fun’, while she spirited off with her boyfriend. I was left, once again, to mingle among people who wrinkled their faces at my obvious youth, and refused to acknowledge my presence.

I tapped lightly against the metal door, enjoying the cool feel of it against my hot skin. I wasn’t exactly upset with Gabby for bringing me along again; it was the second time I’d been here, and I knew she was just trying to integrate me into her social unit. But it wasn’t going to be that easy, especially if I disapproved of what she and her friends considered ‘fun’.

I smirked as I thought of Ramsey, and how he would have behaved in this situation. He probably would have just left without telling anyone, or would have, if he wasn’t possibly dead right now –

Bang. I straightened so fast at the gunshot, the back of my head smacked against the door. I winced in pain, moving forward as quietly as I could, avoiding the large rain puddles and loud crinkly trash. I pulled out my tactical knife, holding it out so I could move it in any direction if I needed to.

Creeping along the wet alley bricks, I replayed the sound of the gunshot in my head. It had definitely sounded like a revolver, maybe a Colt. I fished around in my side pocket, before remembering that I hadn’t brought my Colt M1911. I frowned, realizing how stupid it had been to leave it back at the house. I hadn’t left my pistol since Ramsey had given it to me on my 10th birthday, and I always carried an extra magazine of .45 ACP in case I needed more ammo. It disturbed me that I was starting to relax, as Gabby had told me to, and ignore all the rules Ramsey had engraved in me.

Running footsteps splashed through puddles, and I inched closer, turning around a sharp corner. I looked down the empty alley briefly, then moved onto the next, hearing panting and harsh murmurings. I picked up my pace when I heard the dark undertone of a voice; it was undeniably a possessed. Muffling of a voice echoed down to me, and then the soft thump of a struggle.

Someone accidentally kicked a can, and the loud ricocheting clang led me directly to the alley. I crept forward, walking slowly down the centre. I stopped when I saw a soaked plastic bag, and what looked like abandoned groceries.

Snapping my head around, I retraced my steps, pausing only once to inspect a bullet hole in the brick wall. I found another one straight ahead, and followed the alley right, into a pitch black alley.

Any streetlights had been broken by gangs, and the small alley between two abandoned warehouses was cloaked in blackness. I held my breath, and heard a very carefully covered moan of pain. I looked deep into the alley, taking a slow step forward, and soaking my sneaker in a puddle. I glanced at it, noticed the darkness of the puddle, and squatted down. Through the small amount of light, I could tell the thickness of it, and the distinct dark red colour. I followed the blood trail into the alley, knife ready, and slipped effortlessly into my hunter mode. Now I could hear nothing but the breath of the killer, as he tried to carry his dead victim quietly. The scrape of the corpse’s shoes against the gritty ground told me exactly where he was – about two feet to my right, heading down a back alley.