Pseudosapien

Sanity

Judith Knowles's everyday life in a nutshell was quiet and seemingly boring unless you counted her participation in the Poker Club. She killed at random, her weapon being Death Adder poison and a knife. She would inject the poison into them wherever she could and once they were paralyzed she'd stab them relentlessly; overkill.

Right now, though, she was waking up to find herself sitting upright with her wrists and feet tied to the chair; a movie playing on the projector in front of her. It was of her killing a whole family...her last murder that she had taped as a souvenir.

She looked around until she saw Annie and she smiled, hopeful.

"Annie? What's going on? What are you doing?" It was broad daylight in the Knowles's house, where Judith lived on her own. The curtains were drawn back so Judith could see the loosely gripped tire iron in Anemone's hand.

"But why? I'm like you. We're the same." The woman tried reasoning with wide molasses colored eyes, but Annie was silent as she patiently waited for her to calm down as she stalked towards her.

"Judith Knowles, age twenty-seven," Annie stopped her steady advance until she was right in front of her.

"Diagnosed with anger management issues, which means you have a tendency to feel remorse. I, however-" She brought the tire iron down on Judith's left hand.

There was a thud, a crack, and a scream.

"Do not."

"You bitch!" Judith shrieked, the desperation originally in her voice had fled. Annie sighed and set down the blunt object. She looked around the room then and realized she had forgotten something.

"I always leave out that part." Annie muttered under her breath.

"What?!" Judith's exasperation made Annie pause for a moment and glance at her.

"I have a serious question for you. Would you rather I sew your mouth shut or just used something like a rag or sock?"

"Huh?"

"Right, of course you aren't going to take that seriously...you've never had to ask that question because your victims were always paralyzed." Anemone muttered to herself before she stepped out of the room, only to come back a moment later to see Judith in her chair on her side.

"How long did you think it was going to take me to find a sock?"

"Untie me-"Before the murderess could finish, Annie moved her chair upright with quite a bit of force and crouched towards her, staying uncomfortably close to her face.

"Listen closely because I'm going to be very direct here so there aren't any misunderstandings, and I'm only going you to tell you this once. Now, I'm going to shove this sock in your mouth to shut you up and if you, by some horrible misfortune, happen to spit out this sock whether by incident or on purpose...well... then I suppose I'm going to have no choice but to sew your mouth shut. Please understand that no matter how this turns out, I'm going to kill you." Then, without letting her reply, she did just that.

She then went back and picked up the tire iron she had dropped before.

"Don't take this personally, Judy. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a serial killer these days? I felt so excited and even rather lucky to have found an entire club full of them." She found that Judith was trying to get away from her by using her weight to shuffle it along.

"Judith, why must you drag this out? I do appreciate you trying to help me prolong the end of this bit of mild personal fun, though." She sighed, and turned to open a supply of pikes and the sort that the Knowles woman had.

"Here we are. See, Jude? You're helping me out without even having to lift a finger." She almost laughed, while Judith's eyes started to tear a little.

"That's exactly what I mean about how different you and I are. I mean, sure, I'd be crying too but I'd only be doing it because I see people like you doing it." Annie never had minded these one-sided conversations while she was killing...she was usually on the other side of them during her day job anyways.

"I'm not going to lie to you...this is going to hurt a lot." Annie warned before hammering a pike into her foot, not stopping until it went through her foot and into the wood floor. She was humming as she hammered away, paying no mind to the pained noises that Judith made or the blood that got on her.

"I didn't have to do this, you know? You tried escaping and I need you in one place." She knew Judith wasn't really listening considering all the pain she was in as she moved onto the next foot.

"The way I'm keeping you in one place is just the way I found the quickest. Much like you." When she said this, she looked at Judith and saw her head drooping. She cocked her head and her gaze fell back onto the tire iron.

"You kill a family or a person when they don't act the way you want them to and expect them to come back from the punishment and be good-" She took the metal object in her hand and whacked Judith across the face with it...though not as hard as she could.

"But they never listen, do they? Trust me when I say you want to stay awake for this. Don't you want to know how it feels to be utterly helpless when someone does whatever they want to you? I mean there are certain people coming up that are going to be much more fun than you. I save the one's that like to torture and do sexual things to children last because they seem like a bigger deal out here. Like you..." She brought the tire iron down on Judith's leg this time, causing the woman to let out more muffled screams, snot, and tears.

"I wonder how many children you've killed. Did you know the youngest was four?" Annie slammed the tire iron into her shoulder.

"And you documented it for future entertainment later on...and you wondered why I was killing you."

The rest of the time Annie was there she was silently beating Judith to death, her eyes void of all emotion.

"You don't kill kids, Judith." She sighed before leaving, dropping the tire iron in her trunk.