Psychopath

Chapter 11, first kill

Warning, this is by far my most graphic chapter. It contains blood, violence, and sexual situations. You have been warned.

Brian smiled and shook Dr. Jacobson's hand. He was an older man with thinning gray hair and a kind smile. Despite his age, he looked in his mid fifties, he stood around six foot two and appeared to be in relatively good shape.

"Hello, I'm Brian. I was the one who called you yesterday."

"Ah yes, Brian! Thank you for coming. Now, you told me on the phone you were interested in being an intern here at John Hopkins after you graduate high school."

"Yes sir. I plan to begin getting my medical degree immediately after I graduate, and having experience with working in a hospital will be incredibly useful."

"Well I find it wonderful that you've decided to get some experience so young. Would you like to tour the hospital? See how we operate?"

"Yes please."

Dr. Jacobson nodded and walked out of the office, with Brian close behind him. They began walking down the long white corridor of the hospital. On either side of them were rooms. Most of them were covered with blue privacy curtains, but some were open, showing sick patients with nurses treating them.

"We have a full staff of nurses who take care if the basic needs if the patients. At all times, we have nurses in standby and the nurse to patient ratio is about 4 nurses for every 5 patients, so if a patient needs help, there will usually be a nurse open who can assist."

One one of the nurses, a pretty young lady with caramel brown hair pulled into a lose pony tail, was quickly pushing a cart full of knives, needles, and gas tanks. When she was about to pass them, Brian carefully stuck out his foot. The cart's right side wheels struck his foot and came off the ground causing the whole thing to fall over, spilling the knives and needles all over the ground.

"Oh my, are you all right?" Brian asked pretending to be concerned, and went over to help her pick up the dropped equipment. Out of the dozens of knives that fell on the ground, he carefully slipped three scalpels into his jacket sleeves, careful to make sure they didn't cut his arms. He finished helping the nurse.

"I'm sure you don't need me to tell you this, but your going to want to serialize those before using them. Trust me, no one wants there insides to be silt open with a knife that's been on the floor. The woman scowled at him, annoyed at his comment, and continued on her way.

"I hope the rest if your staff is more professional, Dr. Jacobson."

The doctor looked at Brian, unsure how to feel about him. At first he thought his was kind, well mannered kid, but something about the way he was talking now made him uneasy.

"Yes, I assure you that rarely happens. Now come, let me show you the autopsy camber.

Brian left the hospital nearly two hour later. The bag on his back had almost a dozen stolen medical knives, gloves, masks, needles, and glass bottles of chemicals used to knock out patients before surgery. He had also taken pictures on his camera of the bodies the doctors were preforming the autopsy on, taking notes of the location of the organs. He looked to his right and saw James leaning against a wall. James saw Brian and walked toward him.

"So, how did it go?"

Brian grinned and handed James the bag.

"See for yourself."

James unzipped the bag and took a look inside. He let out a slow whistle.

"Dang. You told me you were a good thief, but I didn't think you would be this good. This will be more than enough. My friend..." he looked up at Brian with a grin on his face. "I think we are ready for our first kill."

"Perfect!"

Brian thought of the pieces of human filth that had sex with his mother everyday, keeping him up at night with their disgusting moans. There was one in particular who was exceptionally disgusting that was a daily consumer.

"And I think I know who our first victim will be."

Brain ducked behind a trash can as the man he was stalking glanced behind him. The man turned back around and continued walking. Brain counted to ten and started fallowing him again. It wasn't long before they were out of the suburbs and walking through the nearby woods. After 15 minutes of following the man through the woods, they must have walked nearly a mile, Brian finally saw him reach a cabin and go inside. A few moments later he heard women screaming. His blood ran cold as he realized what this cabin was for. His disgust soon turned into anger. His mother had been a rape victim, that's why she was a prostitute. She had ended up enjoying it. Because of what happened to his mother, Brian had a deep hatred for sex, but especially rape. This man deserved to die. He resisted the urge to go in there now and kill him himself. He needed James. He turned and began walking back home, leaving the blood curtailing screams of the women behind him.

Friday

"Are you sure this is the place?" James asked.

Brian nodded. "Positive. He should be in there." A moment after he said that, they heard a woman screaming.

"Alright, lets go."

They slowly crept toward the back door. They both had large kitchen knives with them, as well as scalpels in James's book bag. Brian also carried a cooler full of ice with him to preserve the organs. Brian set the cooler down next to the door. He'd grab if after the man was dead. He looked at James. James held up five fingers
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They opened the door. The sight inside made Brian want to puke. A woman had her arms chained above her head. She was topless, with a blindfold on, headphones, and a gag. Blood ran down her chest. The man stood in front of her, with a whip. Brian lost it. He flung the knife at the man. It went hilt deep into his thigh. He screamed and dropped to the ground, clutching his leg. Brian jumped on top of him and pressed his hands against his neck. The man struggled and convulsed on the ground his eyes wide in fear. The mans fear increased Brian's urge to see him dead. With one hand still choking him, Brian yanked out the knife in the mans leg and slit his throat. Brian's apron, surgical mask, goggles, and pants were soaked by the blood that spewed out of his neck. After a few seconds the geyser of blood became a stream that pooled around the dead man. Brian got off of the man and began walking toward the woman, ready to free her.

"Wait!" James grabbed his shoulder.

"What?" Brian asked, annoyed.

"We can't let her go yet. While she has that blindfold and those headphones on she doesn't know how we are. Of she did we would half to killer her, and I don't really want to do that. She's been starving for so long, her organs wouldn't be worth much. Here's what we'll do. We take this guys organs, clean this place up with the bleach we brought, and then we will report this to the police. They will know what to do."
Brian nodded in agreement. He hadn't been thinking straight. The sight of than man had just made him so angry. He forced himself to calm down. They slit the mans stomach open, placed the organs they needed in the cooler, and dragged the body outside. They quickly doused it in gasoline they found next to the mans stove, he had a gas stove, and burned the body. Then they bleached the place. They cleaned it from top to bottom. Well, almost top to bottom. They found more women in the basement. They didn't go down there. Too risky. One if the woman could've seen their faces. They left the cabin, hid the cooler of organs and supplies they brought under a tree half a mile away, called the police, and waited. They arrived half and hour later. They asked Brian and James a bunch of questions, and checked the house. A total of six women were in there. They all thanked Brian and James over and over again for finding them, before being put in the police cars and taken to the hospital to be examined. James and Brian went home, James taking the supplies with him, Brian taking the organs. That was their first kill. It was far from their last.