Psychopath

chapter12

James stifled a yawn and struggled to keep his eyes open. Brian was laying on his stomach next to him, fast asleep. They had been waiting for almost three hours now for the guy who was buying the organs from them to appear in the alley way. It was almost two in the morning. James’s eyes began to droop when he was a slight movement in the alleyway. Excitement spiked through his body, romoving every ounce of wearyness, and he brought the binoculars up to his eyes, looking at the figure. It was the man, and he was reaching into the dumpster. James jabbed his elbow into Brian’s side. He jumped and glared at James.

“What was that for?” he hissed

Instead of replying, James nodded toward the alleyway. Brian looked in that direction and noticed the man. He eagerly brought up his own binoculars and watched him. The man looked to his left, and then to his right, before grabbing the cooler out of the dumpster. He quickly opened it, and grabbed the plastic sealed organs inside. He took out an envelope from his jacket and placed it into the cooler. He then put the cooler back into the dumpster and walked away. James and Brian waited a full hour before James decided it was clear and they could go and get the cooler

“You wait here. I’m going to get the check. There is no need for both of us to risk going down.” Brian looked like he wanted to protest, but before he could James was already heading to the dumpster. He quickly reached inside, grabbed the cooler, and jogged back to the roof. Once he was safely back on the roof, they opened the cooler and peered inside. James excitedly grabbed the envelope, ripped it open and shook out its contents. Inside was a debit card, a piece of paper, and a note. The note said

Thank you for doing business with us. We are always in need of organs and we hope we will have a long, and beneficial business relationship with you. Inside of this envelope is a debit card. All of your money will be transferred directly into the bank account this card is linked to. All the information about this accout is on the piece of paper that should also be inside this envelope. Currently, if you delivered the organs, there should be $28,018.80 in your account. Continue doing business with us and I grantee you will become a rich man.

 

Sincerely, Mr. Andrews

 

James looked up at Brian, who had a massive grin on his face.

“’This is real, this is finally happening. I can’t believe it. If we keep this up, after a few weeks, we wont even need to kill people, we can just hire other people to do this.”

Brian grinned back. “Our dreams are comig true. I don’t know about your, but I think we should celebrate.”

        Marissa pinned her latest picture to one of the few remaining spaces on her wall. It was a picture of James and Brian, killing a man in a cabin in the woods. She had taken it from outside, through the window, so the picture want the greatest, but it was good enough. She gazed longingly at the ferocity in Brian’s eyes, the cold determination in James’s and felt shivers go up her spine. She took a step back and gazed at all the pictures that were pinned to her walls. Pictures of James and brian lying o there stomachs on a rooftop, speaking into a walkie-talkie, pictures of him quietly working in school, his beautiful blue eyes traveling down the pages of a book that should be far too difficult for someone his age. There were pictures of him standing outside of john Hopkins with Brian, pictures of him at home eating, or showering, or doing homework. There were dozens of pictures all over her walls. Of course, there was one picture she didn’t treasure. One she loathed.

She looked at the picture she had nailed to the inside of her door. It was him and some Goth bitch talking. She looked at the smile on the girls face and felt her blood boil. James was hers, and only hers. There was no room for another girl. She needed to find this girl. But how. She glared at the girl, looking for any clue as to how she could find her. She then saw something interesting. In James’s right hand was a piece of paper. She quickly grabbed a magnifying glass form her desk drawer, she used it to help her read the smaller print on maps, and inspected the paper. It had the words Trisha2000, and ourpainandsuffering.com. She immediately went on her computer, made an account and looked up Trisha2000. She looked through his friends lost and saw he was friends with some guy she couldn’t care less about, and a person with the username ravenOXOX. That had to be the Goth bitch. She quickly looked though their conversation, her fury building as she saw the girl had been flirting with James. She found one conversation of interest.

Ah man, I you need to check out this picture online, it’s so funny!

Just email it to me and I’ll check it out. My email is AbigailMorgan@gmail.com

 

 The conversation continued after that, but Marisa honestly couldn’t care less what they talked about after that. She went on Gmail, put in AbigailMorgan@gmail.com and ravenXOXO as the password. It worked. From here Marisa looked though all of Abigail’s emails, and eventually found an email from Amazon saying that a package sent to 33 Johnson road had been delayed and they apologized for any inconveniences this caused. Marisa grinned. 33 Johnson road. She had found Abigail’s address.