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We all go a little mad
sometimes…
Have you
ever been sitting in a room full of people, perhaps in school, university or at
a group meeting, and find yourself in the position in which you think that you
could completely lose it any second? This wish just to stand up and scream,
throwing over the tables and chairs while acting like a complete lunatic. But
you aren’t crazy, you simply want to let it out, you want to have fun.
Those
people there have no idea what’s happening, what you could do to them. Perhaps
they’re confused or even scared by you. And you want them to be! At this point
anything could happen because you’re just letting everything out; you’re doing
what I’ve wanted to do for such a long time!
Those
people are all fools, they don’t- they can’t understand you.
Let us
think a bit further.
The room is
closed, you have locked everyone in with the key you took from one of them;
from now on everyone is at your mercy, at your liking. Who ruins your moment,
your fantasy is the first to die. People are going to day anyway but those
little know-it-all-heroes make it easier for the beginning to choose someone.
Perhaps you
even did pack your hunting knife this morning or you simply have it with you in
general. Slowly for everyone to see you get it out, you want them to know that
things have changed, this is your show now. Their faces look irritated,
shocked, the best ones are those who are afraid and scared of you. This expression is the best you can get from
those fools!
An amused
laugh exits your throat, similar to the evil laughter you always see in films,
but yours is so much better because yours is real and authentic. Nobody can
take this way from you, this is your own little enjoyment and everybody else
has to play along. What happens later is not important at this point; this is
about living in the moment, in the excitement!
Let them
see the blinking surface of your knife as it reflects their shocking, crying eyes
that follow your every move. Let them see and know what they are about to face
because this blade is not going to stay clean today. You want to behold its
shine covered in a red curtain drawn from the bodies of the people in front of
you. Tell them what has been going on in
your mind, shouldn’t they at least know what honour they receive by being here
fulfilling your fantasy. You had planned this in your head so many times;
theoretically they have gone through this so often. Not quite sure if there was
ever a version those fools would have liked, it is highly unlikely; as are
survivors.
You laugh
again as you think about this. They have no idea what is about to happen, this
is hilarious!
But even a
pack of fools has a leader, someone all the others look up to although the authority lies in their bed crying just
as the rest does. Show them what you’ve got; after all you want them to know
that right now you stand above every single one of them. The leader, the figure
of authority is nothing to you now,
it has never noticed nor acknowledged you; it doesn’t even know your name! But
from this day on no one shall forget who you are forevermore. Authority has never taught you anything,
it only ever held you back and now this is what they receive in return. And as
the grey flesh of authority touches
your blade, you look into its eyes one more time to laugh at their ignorance as
finally their red river streams over your hand.
One of the
girls shrieks as the body falls to the floor where authority lives its last seconds. The rest of the people are either
too disgusted to look or watch with eyes wide open and shock written all over
their faces.
Oh, this is
most splendid!
You had
anticipated this day for such a very long time but never had you imagined that
it would feel so marvellous, so freeing. Why others regard this as inhumane
you’ll never quite understand.
“You see
this?” Finally you turn to attend the crowd; a smile is about your lips as you
speak your words. “I have dreamed about this for so long and none of you had
the faintest idea!” An amused laugh echoes through the room no one can escape.
Your voice is full of enjoyment, with relish you speak to the people cowering
to your feet. “This is what I can and would love to do with every – single –
one – of you. This is going to be the most enjoyable day I’ve ever had.” Again
there’s the laughter the others cannot bear to hear. But it is not like that
this is of importance to you.
“You might
wonder why this is happening? Why am I doing this?” You carefully pace through
the room, looking into the others’ eyes and smile when you see their fear as
they turn their heads away from you. “Why, let me tell you…”
Slowly your
gaze wanders before it stops at a girl, all dressed up with tons of fake beauty
all over her, who cowers at the wall and bears an expression as if the most
revolting thing is happening to her. She doesn’t want to look at you so she
doesn’t quite notice you walking up to her.
“Yes, let
me tell you, little girl.” You grab her by the arm to get her up, she fights
but you only have to show her the blade and she is quiet. Gently you lead her
up to the front of the crowd, almost as if you had asked her for a dance.
“Have you
ever had this random thought of pushing someone in front of a train while
waiting on a platform?” You can see in their eyes that you have hit the right
spot. “Or simply punching a stranger in the street?”
You slap
the girl next to you so that she cries out, but you only laugh again. She holds
her reddened cheek with her hand but you push that aside and slap her again:
this time even harder. She falls to the ground, crying out.
“Oh, you
have no idea how strong this desire has been burning in my chest…” You bow down
to her, now raising your knife again. The blade is right next to her cheek.
“Ohhh…” You growl a noise similar to a deep purr into her ear and you can feel
that a shiver is running down her spine. “How I would love to cut your rosy
face…” You make her look into your eyes and what you see pleases you.
Suddenly
you can hear someone standing up behind you.
“Stop this
bullshit! Why ARE you doing this?!”
You can
hear steps so you turn around to see a young man walking up to you in rage. But
you are quicker.
You switch
the blade in your hand and rush towards him. “Don’t be such an impatient
spoil-sport!” you laugh then the knife has already found its way into the boy’s
abdomen two times. You hurry back to the girl to pull her next to the lying
boy.
“I’m just trying
to have some fun!”
With those
words you cut the girl’s throat and her blood spills all over the young man who
has to watch everything. You let go of her and she falls on his wounds where
she finds her last bed as the blood quills out of her neck, covering the boy’s
clothes and the floor in a deep coloured stain.
For a few
seconds you stare at the bodies while you see the boy’s eyes blinking for a
last time before they don’t close anymore.
“You see?”
Slowly you
rise up again, the blood now dropping from the crimson blade. “That’s all you
are.” With relish you let the knife glide over your tongue so you can taste
your reward. You let your gaze wander while doing so to enjoy all those
frightened and petrified looks that now lie in the others’ eyes.
Suddenly
you run into the crowd again to grab another girl by her ponytail and thus
throwing her to the ground. Smiling, you step over her never losing your smug
expression.
“Something
to have fun with.”
You lift
her shirt so her stomach is exposed. Carefully you position the knife on the
naked flesh with a certain amount of pressure. Then you start drawing a line.
The girl beneath you is screaming as the metal cuts deep into her body all the
way along her waist. More cuts into her torso follow, some longer, some deeper.
The girl is continuously weeping, which is good; you want to hear her despair.
You are now working your way up to her head but without touching her throat
yet.
“Don’t
close your eyes.” you mumble into her ear. “Or I’ll have to keep them open for
you.”
You put the
blade on her forehead. From the left temple to the right temple a fine but
bloody line now decorates her face. Another one you set right between her eyes
along the back of her nose. At this point she doesn’t manage it to keep her
eyes up any longer; she screams from her lungs.
“Come on!”
you complain, falling back. “I want to see what you think when you look at me!”
She is breathing heavily as she coughs and some blood even comes out of her
mouth. This lightens you up a bit again while she has her eyes opened again.
“Good girl…” You smile at her. “You’re learning.”
But then
you have to turn around; you heard steps again.
This time
it’s two men, more muscles, less brain. They honestly believe that this is
going to work on you.
“Boys! We
already had this!” You point towards the other boy upon whom the girl lies. At
first you laugh but then they run towards you and all your attention focuses.
You manage
it to slash at the first one but then the other one can grab you. The boy you
had hurt gets up and comes towards you. With a sudden jump you lift your legs
to kick him; he falls back while you and the other boy holding you crash into
the wall. The boy’s grip loosens and you turn around, slashing his throat twice
immediately. Furiously you turn back to see that the second young man had
gotten up again. With a scream you run up to him and thus overthrowing him. The
two of you wrestle on the ground for a few seconds but then you manage it to
get your hands free to grab the knife you had accidently lost. Savagely you
drive the blade into his chest multiple times even after he is not moving
anymore.
How many
holes he has in the end you aren’t sure about; you lost count pretty quickly.
As you
slowly move back into reality you look at your hands which are by now
completely covered in blood; a look into the window shows you that it’s the
same with your face.
You stand
there for more than a minute, beholding the strange but appealing beauty of
this red vital fluid on your body.
With a deep
sigh you eventually turn back to the crowd. The girl with the cuts all over her
body is still breathing though just barely.
“Don’t be
smart people. It doesn’t suit you. Don’t ruin this.” With smooth steps you walk
through the room back to the girl while everyone listens to your words. “You
DON’T ruin this FOR ME!” With these last words you run the knife into the
coughing girl’s heart. She stops breathing immediately.
You sit
down next to her for a moment; the blade is still stuck in her chest.
Everyone’s eyes are now on you as if they were waiting for you to choose the
next to kill. You look around slowly, curiously, taking in every look that is
given to you.
“You see,
you don’t intervene.” You’re speaking quietly, unsure if to really address the
people in the room. “You don’t do that otherwise it just doesn’t work!” Now you
do look up into their faces. Someone has to be blamed after all. “I just- I
just want to do this. You don’t destroy this for me. I’ve already kept this
back for far too long.” You reach for the knife in the girl’s chest, it takes a
few tries until you manage to pull it out. “To you I’m the bad-guy in all this.
But-” You let out an almost sarcastic laugh. “Let’s be honest here, people.”
You are now
standing in the middle of the room again, observing every single one of those
kneeling fools. None of them even have the chance to react as you flash around
to the people next to the windows, grab one of the boys by the shoulder and
push the knife through his lower skull.
The people
next to you shriek back, behind you some girls are screaming again.
With a jolt
you pull the blade out of the boy who immediately falls over. You push him
aside then look at your tool once more to taste its crimson cover before you
address the crowd again:
“We all
have our dark little secrets and we all need to blow off some steam from time
to time.”
“You’re
crazy!” it suddenly comes from on of the girls near the backroom corner.
“Am I?” You
smile at her; not mockingly but still somehow amused. “That’s nice of you to
think but I believe that I have to decline that statement. Trust me-” You now
look her directly into the eyes and you can see that she has to force herself
not to turn away. “I am fully aware of what I’m doing.”
“Don’t you
have any regards for human life?!” She spits the words in disgust but
eventually breaks visual contact.
“As much as
you like to think that: I’m not a psychopath.” You still look at her but you speak
up loud enough for everyone to hear. “Don’t presume to know what I feel like!
As much as I want to…” For a second you pause and lower your eyes. “I cannot
act completely without remorse.”
A strange
silence follows this answer. Somehow everyone’s look wanders towards you,
either directly or in mind.
“Then…” the
girl carefully speaks up again. “Why are you doing this?”
For another
second it’s quiet then you flash around and lay the knife onto her throat.
“Because I
want to!”
Your eyes
wide opened you stare at her. She doesn’t look away but doesn’t utter another
word. Her breathing is heavy, she doesn’t dare to move another muscle afraid
that you will slit her throat next. However, you slowly move the blade away
from her rosy flesh while you even give her a well-meant smile.
For a
moment you are lost in thoughts and just keep quiet while your gaze wanders
along the row of windows. It couldn’t have been a nicer day. At least they were
not dying on a rainy grey afternoon. It would only be too typical if a day of
death was accompanied by a stormy dark mood. It’s an ordinary day for ordinary
people.
That’s all
they are: ordinary.
“So! How
can we make things a bit more special?”
You are out
of your trance and put on a sneaky grin again. You pause as if you expected
someone to actually reply something. “Ha! I thought someone would say ‘You could let us go.’” You laugh, the
only one to do so.
Slowly you
pace through the room like a lion choosing her pray; elegant but deadly. You
like the idea of this picture but the others are too oblivious to see it as
well.
Your eyes
fall onto a boy sitting against the wall who you recognise. He’s one of those
people who points at you and laughs when you walk by. You should know, after
all he has done it to you several times.
“And you
thought I never noticed…” you sigh as you approach him.
“It’s me
next?” He tries to sound unimpressed but doesn’t quite manage it. “Sure you can
take me on?”
“Don’t play
the cool guy!” you interrupt him. “How could anyone ever like someone like
you?”
You draw
near him but he surprises you and launches forward. He throws you to the ground and instantly
kneels over you as to apprehend you from moving. You try to struggle but then he
starts punching you. Soon you can feel a swollen lip and begin to taste blood.
The next punch is going to break your nose and the one after that will knock
you out, you’re sure of it. Then it would all be over already.
This was
NOT going to happen!
The boy’s
fist hits your nose, you hear it crack and then his look stiffens.
You had
managed it to move your arm and thrust the knife into his abdomen.
“You wish!”
you hiss in his face before you pull the blade out and push him off you. Now he
lies under you, now he’s at your mercy.
He’s
fighting heavily, you realise that he won’t be so easy. The first thrust goes
into his left hand. He screams as he looks into the hole in his palm but is
interrupted by his own second shriek as you drive the second thrust through his
right hand, pushing it to the ground and sticking the blade into the floor.
He is still
struggling but now it is only pathetic to look at. Delightfully you are laying
your hands around his throat and slowly start to apply more and more pressure.
Sure, it takes longer and isn’t bloody but to see the life leaving his eyes
gives you such a fantastic feeling of excitement which makes this completely
worth it.
You don’t
loosen your grip until his chest stops moving and even then it takes a few
seconds before you take your hands off. After all you want to be sure that he
is not standing up again.
“I could
have taken you on any time I wanted.” you whisper into his ear before you
finally get off him and let yourself fall against a table you had pushed aside
during your struggle. Almost bored you look at the body next to you and sigh
deeply.
“Thanks”
Surprised
you look up and see that a girl only sitting a few feet away to your left is
looking directly at you.
“Thanks?”
you reply doubtfully. “That’s something
new.” You smile at her but she is unable to reply it.
“This guy
has been laughing at me and insulting me for over a year…” She quivers and
speaks without looking at anyone and still she has your full attention. “I’ve
been afraid to come here every day. Somehow he would always turn up where I
was, I don’t even know why…” Her voice trails off into a tremoring whisper. “I
just never knew what to do…”
She closes
her eyes and falls silent. It’s clear to you that she feels uncomfortable about
this whole thing but you also heard the touch of relief in her voice as she
spoke her words.
“Don’t feel
ashamed of this.” you tell her. She doesn’t move. “It’s okay to think a little
madly sometimes…” She doesn’t want to answer but you don’t blame her; people
have difficulty with embracing their more unusual and dark psyche.
You watch
her for a few more seconds then your look falls back to the knife in the boy’s
hand. After some wobbling to and fro you eventually manage to pull it out as
blood drips from its tip. Admiringly you behold the blade for a longer moment
while slightly tilting it to see its red shade in the light of the sun.
“Isn’t this
the most beautiful colour you have ever seen?” Although you don’t expect a
reply it still kind of bothers you that no one answers you.
“Aren’t you
all simple minded little fools?” you laugh as you rise to walk through the room
once more. “How are people like you even able to enjoy life? No one seems to be
able to recognise what is important; how it’s not only about work, appointments
and finding a partner. You’ve got to live in the here and now otherwise you
will regret it later.”
You stop in
the front of the room where a group of all made up girls in too short skirts is
cowering. They start to cry as they see that you decided to focus on them,
desperately trying to move further away from you into the room’s corner. But
there’s nowhere they can go anymore.
You grab
the fake blonde in the middle but the others try to hold on to her, however
their strength is a joke to you and soon you have the girl in your arms. You
take her hand in a loving motion and even smile at her.
“Never
shrink away from something you want to do.”
And before
the girl even has the chance to react you have already twisted her wrist and
made three deep vertical cuts into her arteries. The blood splashes over yours
and the girl’s face as she falls to the floor, screaming in agony. You pick up
another girl from the group who tries to slap and get away from you but her
struggle is useless as you cut her throat and throw her down next to the
blonde. You kneel down to the two of them, observing that the yellow haired
girl tries to hold her wounds with her other hand. You take this as an
unintentional reminder and grab her other wrist to slash it as well. Both girls
are still breathing under their heavy trembling as you behold the two in an
observational fashion.
“Now, let’s
see who manages to stay up longer.” You even stay down for a moment to look
into their faces which are full of agony and despair. They are crying and
trying not to waste too much breath while holding their wounds with their hands
as to not lose more blood.
“-come
quick, please! Hurry!”
The words
are spoken quietly but you can still hear them and turn around sharply. And
just as you feared there was a boy nervously hissing into his mobile phone. You
run towards him as fast as you can and take the phone out of his hands and slap
him out of the way.
“I’m
sorry!” you say as calmly as you are able to right now. “My friends and I are
having a party and we forced one of us to prank-call the police. I’m sorry we
bothered you, it won’t happen again.”
“Are you
share that everything is okay?” the woman replies doubtfully on the other side.
“Absolutely,
miss. I’m sorry that-”
“RICHARDS
STREET 25, JUST COME! PEOPLE ARE DYING!”
As quickly
as you can you cancel the call and turn around furiously. A girl right behind
you had screamed the address of the building out of her lungs.
“Next
person who tries to play the hero or touches his phone won’t get such a nice
treatment as the others!” With those words you throw the phone against the wall
right above the hero-girl’s head.
You start
pacing through the room, ruffling nervously through your hair. You know what
you hadn’t cancelled the call fast enough and the police woman certainly would
not let this call pass without any suspicious thoughts.
“What’re
you gonna do now?” It is the girl from before who had called you crazy and
asked you why you were doing this. “You can’t kill all of us before the police
will arrive here.”
“Do you
want me to try?” you reply with a smile. “Until the woman decides to tell her
officers about this five minutes pass plus another ten to fifteen minutes in
which they discuss whether to come here or not what they will most likely do
which takes another ten minutes. This adds up to about twenty five to thirty
minutes.” You try to give her a self-confident expression but you know that it
doesn’t seem as good as you want it to be.
“Well, this
is a little unfortunate…” you sigh as you start walking through the room again.
Eventually you stop at the two girls to see what had happened to them. The girl
with the cut throat isn’t moving any longer while the other girl’s chest is
still, although just barely, moving. Slowly you bow down to her and behold her
with a tired expression. “Well, at least someone won something.” you say in an
airy fashion. “Congratulations” You slam the blade into her chest and thus
ending her final struggle; an almost relieved expression lies on her face as
you see her eventually leave.
But somehow
it doesn’t excite you as much as the other ones before.
You realise
that it would not take any longer before the police would storm into this room.
Leaving is an option you never had in mind from the beginning but it slowly
seems to become the only logical solution to get out of this situation. In
thought you put your hands into your pocket and get out the key which you had taken
away from authority to lock the door.
“You’re not
gonna leave, are you?” asks the same girl again, this time in a scornful
manner. “Are you a coward after all?”
You laugh
at her words but can’t help it to think about them. “You just want me to get caught,
don’t you?”
“I want you
to stand in for what you did!” she replies angrily.
“But I also
want to continue what I did today.” you answer her and look at the key again.
Your glance wanders to the door.
Suddenly
the girl throws herself at on you and pulls at your hand. She forces your hand
open and you lose the key. The girl takes it and you take a swing with the
knife but you stop the blade before it touches her.
“Give it to
me!”
“If we’re
not allowed to leave, you’re neither!” she screams and kicks you in the
stomach.
You fall
back and she stands up, rushing towards the door but you run after her. The two
of you struggle along the back wall until you end up at the window side. The
girl manages to get her hand free and then you already see her throwing the key
out of the opened window.
“You stupid
bitch!”
Madly you
turn around to her and she closes her eyes with a scared expression. But you
only stare at her, the hand with the knife tremors nervously. You think about
slashing her but as she notices that you don’t do anything she looks up to you
again; you can’t move.
“So” she
says slowly as she finally dares to react. “What’s gonna happen now?”
You want to
give her a witty and calm answer but can’t think of anything and eventually
just walk past her into the middle of the room. Faster and faster you start
pacing to and fro, not knowing what to do or how to react. This is not how this
was supposed to go! You just wanted to-
You scream
in desperation so that everyone in the room looks at you.
Something!
Just something had to be done!
“This is
not how I wanted it to be!” you say. “This is not how it was supposed to end!”
The people
in the room observe you carefully, afraid of being attacked in your rage out of
a sudden.
“What did
you think would happen?” the girl now addresses you again. She is still at the
back wall and has now fixed you with a serious look. “Did you honestly believe
you could kill every single one of us and then just walk out of here without
getting caught?”
“No! I
just- I just wanted to-” You tear your hair in frustration, not having the
slightest idea what to do next.
“In what
kind of fantasy world do you live?”
The girl
still isn’t quiet, why does she say those words?
“What
happened to you that you are doing this today? Is it us, is it your family, is
it society? Is this some kind of weird vendetta? What are you trying to prove?
Do you-”
“Shut up,
shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!”
You have
stopped pacing and now your look is fixed upon her as well. She has no clue and
yet she talks as if she knew who you are. Nobody knows who you are, who you can
be.
“You don’t
have the faintest idea what I am capable of! I want you all to know that no
one’s behaviour can be taken for granted. I’m as normal as they come. They being every single of you. I am not
crazy. I’m simply living out what no one else dares to do in a ‘behaved
society’.”
Now you let
your gaze wander over the crowd, occasionally looking someone directly in the
eyes.
“Have you
never asked yourself what it must be like to end a human’s life? Did you never
just want to let go off it all and just run wild?” You smile a bit as you think
about your next sentence; you like its metaphor. “We’re being a Jekyll all our
lives but so often we wish that we could just let out our Hyde.” You can see
that even the girl smiles briefly about your comparison and you a feel a bit
better. “You have to live in the moment. Life is too valuable to be wasted one
moment. It can end every and at any second.” You smile gently. “As we have seen
today.”
The looks
of you and the girl meet again and you quietly stare at each other for a few
seconds.
“And you
couldn’t have just done boxing or something like that?” she asks mockingly.
The two of
you share a warm laugh.
“I should
have considered that.” you say quietly. “Well, perhaps it becomes an
alternative for passing time later…”
“Later?”
the girl inquires carefully. “You mean when you are…”
A deep sigh
exits your throat as you look at her with raised eyebrows.
“Let’s be
honest.” You take a look at your wrist watch. “Probably when I’m in prison.”
“You won’t
try to run away from this?” she asks.
You snort a
silent laugh. “As if I could. You threw the key for the locked door out of the
window of a fourth floor room. And I only got about five minutes left anyway
before the police come here to look into this matter.”
Your glance
wanders from her to your hand in which you are still holding the bloody knife.
Its blade is completely covered in red and so are your hands. Now that you look
at yourself you see that your clothes are sprinkled with blood, even the soles
of your shoes. You scan the room and see bloody footprints all over the ground.
In the pools of red water ten people are lying dead all over the room. The
others who had backed away are still cowering at the walls. The tables and
chairs you had wildly pushed aside to capture your victims that tried to
struggle.
You take a
look at your watch again. Not long now, you could slowly prepare yourself.
“I guess
this will go into evidence anyway…” You look at the knife then you carefully
place it on the floor in front of you. While your gaze glides over to the girl
next to you, you slowly get up and walk over to the window to look outside.
Multiple police cars are already standing outside the building. Any moment now.
“Are they
here?” the girl asks.
You keep
still for a moment then you turn around to her and just nod. But as you look in
her direction you see that the knife doesn’t lie on the floor any longer. The
girl follows your look and recognises it too in slight shock.
“Okay,
who’s got the knife?” you ask into the room in an annoyed tone. Carefully you
take a few steps forward while looking around slowly. “Come on!” You stretch
the words to make it sound more casual but you can’t help it that you feel
nervous. “It’s a bit late to play the hero, don’t you think?”
It is quiet
for a few seconds and just as you suspect something to happen you get thrown
over from behind. You fall over immediately and see about you one of the young
men who wields the knife in his hand.
“I can’t
let you get away like this! You don’t deserve it!”
You
struggle and desperately try to break free but you fear that nothing is gonna
help to get you out of this this time.
But then
you see the girl running towards you, she grabs the boy by his shoulders and
pulls him away as hard as she can. He falls back and she forces his hand open
so she can get the knife from him.
For a
second the three of you stop to breathe and you can hear multiple heavy steps
outside in the corridor.
But before
you can react the boy is on you again, forcing you down and ascending his fists
into your face. Again the girl starts pulling at him but this time he is
prepared and doesn’t fall over. He pushes her aside and keeps punching you. You
struggle and try to defend yourself but you know that he has the better
position. You can hear the girl slamming against the door and screaming that
they should hurry to come in. You try to crawl away from the boy but he seems
like he doesn’t want to stop. Over and over his fists hit you and you start
feeling numb all over your body.
But then
you see a flash of movement; the girl runs towards you with full speed and
throws herself on the boy so that the two of them fall off you. You can finally
get up and look at the girl who also stands up after pushing the boy aside;
quickly she picks up the knight which she had lost during her attacks and had
landed near the boy.
The police
are starting to kick the door down, they will be through any moment. You nod
towards the girl’s hand.
“Do you
give me this last one?”
She stares
at you, her hand shivers. Quickly you walk up to her and you even believe to
see her raise the hand towards you but you just take the knife from her and run
to the boy who also comes at you fiercely. But he won’t stand a chance.
This second
the door swings open with a crash and several police men storm in. They point
their guns at you but the exact moment they come into the room you drive the
blade through the boy’s chin up into his brain.
For a
second the police men are shocked then one of them says “Put down the knife!”
You pull
the blade out of the boy who immediately falls to the ground. Then you slowly
put your hands in the air and let the knife drop. Quickly the police men draw
in on you and after a few seconds you find yourself in handcuffs. They are
telling you your rights as they lead you out of the room but you aren’t
listening. You look at the girl a last time before the police officers bring
you away and into the corridors of the building. The people you pass look at
you scared and in shock. They don’t even know yet what has happened. But you
don’t care. You did what you wanted to do, you are satisfied. Everything else
is unimportant.
Epilogue
They secure
your hands and feet before they lead you anywhere. They have learned not to
take any risks with you since you get bored quickly. But in general you are an
inmate that knows how to behave.
You are
allowed to receive visitors in the usual little hall as the others but up until
now it had only been your parents and your siblings since the first day that
had come to visit you. But as you enter the hall you see a girl that’s neither
your mother nor your sister. Slowly you sit down but with a gentle smile on
your face.
“It’s you.”
you simply say. “I’m honestly a little surprised to see you here.”
She even
smiles a bit as well.
“I’m not
quite sure why I came.” she answers slowly. “I guess I just wanted to see what
has become of you.” She scans you for a second. “Your trial was quite the big
thing in the news.”
“I hope it
was.” you reply with a laugh. “I’m not that aware of it since I was busy being
IN court.”
She laughs
mildly back at you.
“You plead
guilty.” she says.
“Of
course.” you answer and now look her directly in the eyes. “I stand in for what
I do.”
She beholds
your expression for a moment then she shakes her head. “No plea of innocence because of insanity?”
You can’t
help but laugh. “My lawyer actually tried that!” you say amused. “But I told
him that this wouldn’t work with me.”
She avoids
your look and you can see that she blushes. You look at her but don’t say
anything.
“Well…” she
starts talking again. “Then I guess the book I got you as a gift could appear
to be a bit… ironic.”
You stare
at her in surprise as she reaches into her bag and gets out a little wrapped
square. You take it with a polite nod.
“Don’t open
it here!” she hurries to say.
You smile
at her and nod again. “How are things with the others?” you ask her curiously.
Now her
face stiffens a little but she is thinking about an answer.
“They try
to forget about it all now.” she eventually says. “They were glad when you
landed you here and now they just wanna continue with their lives.”
“And you?”
you reply. “Have you forgotten?”
She looks
at you and then shakes her head.
“No. I
won’t.”
You smile
mildly at her.
The guard
comes to tell you that your time is over.
“Thanks for
visiting!” you tell her as you are led away and smile. You hope that she will
visit you again but you don’t expect it from her.
Without a
word between you and the guard you are brought back to your cell and your restraints
get taken off. You sit down on your little hard bench and open the present. As
soon as you see the title you really have to laugh a bit. But you lie back
against the wall of your prison cell and start reading Robert Bloch’s Psycho.
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