Psychopath

Chapter nine

Brian watched James talking to some goth girl. It was obvious she was infatuated with him. She was staring at him with a slight smile on her face. Brian waited for a minute of so before walking into the Burger King. The second he opened the door, James glanced behind him, and saw Brian. He said something to the girl, gave her a piece of paper, and walked over to Brian. He was curious as to who that girl was, but he decided to wait a bit before asking. Once James was next to him, Brian asked "Are you ready?" James nodded and they left the Burger King. Brian glanced behind him and saw the goth girl staring at them as they walked away.

They walked for a whole until the reached a Walgreens and a BJ's. the two stores were built incredibly close to one another. Brian pointed to the narrow alleyway between them.

"That's were my uncle does the trade. He should be here in a bout twenty minutes. What's the plan?"

James explained his plan to Brian. Throughout his description of the plan, Brian listened intently, occasionally nodding, or asking questions. When he finished, Brian was grinning.

"Not a bad plan. I like it. We'd better get to work, they'll be here soon."

Derrick tossed his buyer the bag of meth. The man, a disgusting druggie who had been buying from him for years, eagerly grabbed the plastic bag and gave Derrick his money. Derrick shoved the money into his pockets and walked back down the alleyway he had come. He immediately noticed a walkie talkie hanging on a string. He looked around. There was no one else here. He slowly walked up to it and pressed the speak button.
"Hello?" He let go of the button and waited for a response. A second later, a staticky voice responded.

hello Derrick.

"How do you know my name?"

That doesn't matter. What matters is that I have a product that I would like to sell. I need you to ask whoever is supplying you with the drugs your selling, if they are willing to buy human organs.

"Why would I do that?" he growled.

Because if you don't...

A red dot appeared on Derrick's chest. His eyes widened. A laser. Probably attached to a sniper. The alley was too narrow for him to avoid it. He tried to see were if was coming from, but it was the middle of the day. That made tracing the laser next to impossible. He quickly went through his options. Ask his supplier if he buys organs, or get shot.

"Alright I'll ask."

Good. I'll be waiting here next Saturday with your answer. And remember, if you aren't here with an answer, I know who you are. I know we're you live. Also, take this walkie-talkie with you.

The laser left derricks chest. He let out a sigh of relief. He quickly untied the walkie-talkie, put in in his pocket, turned around, and began walking down the dark alley, troubled by what had just happened. How did this guy know his name? And more importantly, how did he know where he lived? Whoever this guy was, he was powerful enough to not only somehow get a sniper, but also powerful enough to get information on people. He was not a person to mess with.

Why would I do that? The man growled, his voice sounding staticky through the walkie-talkie

From the Roof of the second story building from which he was watching the man, James rolled his eyes and responded.

"Because if you don't... " he nodded to brain, who was laying next to him. Brian grinned and pointed the laser pointer at the man's chest. Through his binoculars, he saw the mans eyes widen and a look of panic appeared on his face. He thought it was the targeting sight of a sniper rifle. James grinned, his plan was working perfectly.

Alright I'll ask

A wave of excitement and relief washed over James and his grin widened. He struggled to keep a serious tone as he responded.

"Good. I'll be waiting here next Saturday with your answer. And remember, if you aren't here with an answer, I know who you are. I know we're you live. Also, take this walkie-talkie with you"

That last part was a complete lie. In fact, the only thug he and Brian knew was this guy's name, and that was only because Brian once over heard his uncle talking about skins guy named Derrick. They weren't even positive if Derrick was his actual name. It was a gamble, but it had paid off. He nodded to Brian, who switched off the laser. They watched the man take the walkie-talkie and walk away. After five minutes of complete silence the stood up and high fives each other.

"We did it! If this guy can sell the organs, were in business!"

Brian's grin faded "There's only one problem. We don't have any organs."

"That's the easy part. We'll just kill some people and take theirs."

"James I think your a little over excited. You're not thinking straight. We don't have the resources to kill someone, much less take their organs afterward. We'd need special knives, a place to do it, an area to dispose of the body, and time. We both have school! The only time we could do this is over the weekend."

"What if we steal them?"

"I'm not sure what you mean..."

"Think about it! There's a John Hopkins in this area! They must have special knives, medical textbooks giving us instructions as to how to remove organs, and more importantly, medical records. Records with people's names and addresses and ages, everything we need! Inches they are released from the hospital, we can track them down at their homes and kill them. Then we will burn down their homes, destroying any evidence!"

Brian grinned. "You have a plan for everything don't you?"

James grinned back. "Yes I do."

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