Psychopath

Untitled Part 10

The rest of the week was absolute torture for Brian. Every day was the same. Wake up, eat a healthy nutritious breakfast of frozen leftovers and chips (the only food he could find in his god forsaken house), and go to school. He met up with James every day after school and that was by far the highlight of his day. They talked about their plans, politics, religion, and society, anything that they found interesting. Brian especially loved it when they had opposing views on something, which would usually spark a friendly debate. There was never a clear winner, they both always brought up interesting and insightful points to support their case, but it was extremely fun for Brian. Of course, all good things must come to an end. Eventually they both had to go home. Brian always had to walk the two miles to his house, his family didn’t own a car. When he got home, he walk in and saw the same thing, his father drinking a beer, while watching TV, his mother selling her body to some low life piece of human trash in the room next to Brian’s. There was never any dinner to come home to, neither of his parents cooked, and all of the food they had was extremely unhealthy. Every morning Brian had to run the two miles to get to school to make sure he didn’t become fat and lazy like his father. And every day, the crazing inside him grew. Most teenagers crave money, or friends, or sex, but Brian craved something else. He craved blood. He knew James well enough to know that James was willing to kill people to benefit himself, but Brian wanted to kill for the sake of killing. And every day that urge grew and grew. It was a miracle he had lasted this long without killing. But Brian had restraint. He would wait. Because he knew that killing someone would be like sex. After the first time you do it, despite what you think, the craving doesn’t go away. It grows even faster and you need to kill more and more to satisfy that urge.

Finally it was Saturday. Brian and James were both laying on their stomachs on the same roof they were on last Saturday, with the same equipment they brought last time. Brian checked his watch. 12:46. He was late.  Brian turned to James

“Do you think he’ll show up?”

“I hope he does. If he called are bluff and knows that we don’t actually know where he lives, and who he actually is, then we’re back to square one.”

As soon as James said this, a man appeared in the alleyway, a walkie-talkie in his hands.

Are you there?

“Hello derrick. I hope your bringing good news.” James said, keeping his voice a deep as possible. The last thing they needed was this guy knowing they were just kids.”

I do. My employer says that he knows of a guy who sells organs to a few hospitals. The hospitals don’t know that the organs are gotten illegally, the guy owns a morgue. They think that the organs are gotten form the dead bodies before they are buried. This means that the operation looks completely legal. Hell, they even pay him by check. If you get us the organs, we will pay you a portion of what they are worth.

James didn’t turn on the walkie-talkie to reply. Instead he looked at Brian.

“We only get a portion of the profit? That’s BS! We’re doing all the work!

“Baby steps my friend. We have to start somewhere. Besides, we’re getting the organs for basically free. No matter how much they pay us, we are still making money.’’

James didn’t look happy with this but he nodded anyway and turned the walkie-talkie back on.

“We’re going to need to know how much the each organ is worth and what percent of the money they pay you will be ours.”

Brian quickly grabbed the notepad and pen form James’s bag, ready to take notes.

For now, we split the pay 60-40. Healthy kidneys go for about 50,000 a pair, liver goes for about 15,000, lungs go for about 1,656, and hearts go for about 3,391.

Brian’s hand was shaking as he struggled to write the list. 50,000 dollars for a pair of kidneys? He had never even seen that much money in real life. Sure, they would be only getting 20,000 dollars out of the original 50,000, and since they were splitting the money they would only be getting 10,000 dollars, but still that was so much money. In one night they could be 10,000 dollars richer. James continued speaking to the man.

“Wait that doesn’t make any since, how is it that hearts, lungs and livers are worth less than kidneys?”

Because, fewer people have problems with those areas, and trust me, if you have a lung or worse a heart problem, you’d probably die during the transplant anyway.

“I suppose that makes since. Now, we need to discuss how the exchange will take place. I refuse to have any of you know my identity until I’m sure I can trust you.

That’s fair I guess. We’re going to need a neutral location to make the exchange.

“That’s easy. Do you see the garbage in to your left?

Yeah….

The trash is collected every day except on Sunday’s. That’s where the exchange will take place. In Saturday night one of our men will put a cooler filled with the organs into the bin. In the morning, send one of your guys to receive the organs and leave a check in the cooler. I’ll send a guy to pick up the check later on in the day.”

Sound good. I’ll need to talk to my employer, but I think we have a deal.

The man turned off the walkie-talkie and left. Brian and James waited twenty minutes before they got off the roof and began walking towards the burger king.

“I can’t believe it. $10,000 for a pair of kidneys! And that’s only form one kill! We need to kill our first person, and soon.”

James grinned. “I agree, first things first, we need to steal the patient list, and some equipment form John Hopkins.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got that covered’”

James looked at him, surprised. “You do?”

“Yup. Don’t worry, I’ll have the equipment by the end of the week.”

“That’s great! Everything is coming together.”

“Hey, can I ask you a favor real quick?”

“Sure man, what do you need?”

“I have to confess, I’m not just doing this for the money. I’m doing this because I’ve had a deep craving to kill for years now. This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for to actually kill someone. So if you don’t mind, is it alright if I was the one who killed our victims?”

“Sure, I don’t care. As long as we get those organs” James stifled a yawn. Brian noticed his skin was paler than usual, and he had deep bags under his eyes.

“Hey, are you’re alright? You don’t look so good.”

James sighed. “Its Abigail and Marisa. Abigail has been messaging me on ourpainandsuffering.com nonstop for the past week, sometimes in the middle of the night. And Marissa seems to be obsessed with me too. She follows me around and sometimes when she thinks I’m not looking she takes pictures”

“I’m guessing this started soon after you tried to kill her?”

James froze. And looked at Brian, panic in his eyes.

“How did you know…?”

“It’s pretty obvious actually. You being positive she would help us even though you gave me no proof she would, he coming to school pale and acting paranoid all day, that and during P.E I noticed a cut on her leg, which I’m guessing you gave her.”

James shoulders sagged and he looked defeated.

“I should have known you would find out. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Brian shrugged and smiled.

“Its fine, don’t worry about it. But for the future we need to consult each other before making decisions like that.”

“I agree.”

“Good. Now, let’s get some burgers and discuss our next move.”