Chapter Four
Or so I’d hoped. I didn’t quite decapitate him with one slice. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a strong guy. But, apparently I don’t have enough power to chop off someone’s head in a single action. In fact, it was closer to 5 single actions. But the important thing was that I got the job done. Julio whatever his last name was wouldn’t trouble anyone anymore. I looked around. What a mess. There’s so much blood. I love the color of blood. That shade is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I walked to his car and grabbed my phone and took a picture of the blood. It almost seems romantic, blood in the moonlight. I looked down at the body. Gosh, I had so much work to do. I worked for three hours slicing up the body into tiny pieces. The only parts I kept intact were the head and the fingertips, which I put in my shirt pocket. Then, I cut a piece out of shirt and wiped down everything I’d touched. I put the keys of his corvette into the ignition and started it up. God that was a beautiful noise. It was so beautiful that I even hesitated a minute before following through with what I was had to do. I took out the machete and stabbed it into the gas tank. Gas started to spill out. I grabbed his head and put it on the accelerator. Then I shifted the gear to drive. The car would go off the edge of Make Out Point. Bon voyage. I had limited time to get out of there so I rushed and got into the truck and decided to take an off-road route. I heard the explosion of the car and looked into my mirror as I saw Make Out Point burning in glory. I drove back to the main road and then drove with all of the traffic to Make Out Point.
When I got up there I got out of the truck and stood with the crowd of people. The police had already formed a barricade and were telling people to go home. I turned to a nearby officer and asked what happened. He told me that he couldn’t tell me that information. I heard one of the detectives saying something about how something besides the gas had started that fire. I chuckled in my head, the hydrogen peroxide alone wouldn’t have done that. But when it mixed with his clothes it had made a highly flammable material. I turned and started to walk away when I tripped over some bitch’s dog. Who the fuck brings a dog to a fire? The fingers fell out of my pocket and people started to scream. I got up quickly and started to scream with them, but it was too late. They knew that I had the fingers in my pocket. I didn’t even try to run. I just stood there quietly as one of the detectives walked over, handcuffed me, and put me in a cruiser. Fuck.
Chapter Five
The trial went for five days before they were finally convinced that I was insane. I did that whole Edward Norton thing from Primal Fear. You know, where he had split-personality syndrome and it was the other personality that was a killer? Yeah, that’s right, and I pulled it off. As I walked out of the courtroom with the men in white I saw her. Her eyes were filled with pity and hate. And I think I saw a sliver of respect. Respect for getting a bad guy out of her life.
Once we got inside of the van to go to the institution they injected me with a sedative. Easier for them to handle me I guess.
I woke up and could barely see anything, my eyes were all blurry. When my eyes focused I looked around at the padded room I was in. All I heard was the buzzing of the single hanging light in the room. I looked down at my hands and saw dirt underneath my fingernails. So much dirt. I ran my tongue over my teeth. Fuzzy. I hate when my teeth get fuzzy. I started to get angry about not being able to brush my teeth and slammed myself into a wall. I slammed my shoulder into the wall. Slammed my face. My nose started bleeding and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. I started to smile. I love the color of blood.
I heard a metal grating noise as a doctor opened up that little square part of the door to look at me. I stood there waiting for him to say something. He never said a word. I started towards him and he closed it. I walked over to the wall where my blood was inching towards the floor and sat down against it. The little square opened up again and the doctor was staring at me. I decided to talk to him and started talking to him about how I was innocent and then argued with myself. I probably had to put on the split-personality act for a while so that I could stay here. But, as soon as I started to argue with myself he cleared his throat and told me to stop it. He told me that no one thought I had split-personality disorder for even a second. He told me that I was declared insane because of my communication skills. I looked at him questioningly. He said, “You have a normal brain and you function completely normally, but there are times where you have the emotional capacity of a fourteen year old. And with the communication skills, it’s actually a really fascinating concept. You can think completely normally, but when it comes to speaking or even writing you express yourself like a fourteen year old.” I ignored him, he could tell me all he wanted I wasn’t going to fall for this bullshit.
The little square squeaked shut and then the door opened with a creak. The doctor came inside and stood about four feet from me. I looked at his lab coat, Dr. Mendez was his name.
Chapter Six
I woke up in a dark room. My eyes took a while to adjust to a point where I could make things out better. I saw a figure striding towards me that stopped right next to me. I tried to movie to get away but I realized that I was strapped down. I saw a syringe.
I woke up with a jump in my room of white. I breathed a sigh of relief. Must have been a dream. My leg itched really badly. I couldn’t scratch it because of the straitjacket that I was in. I licked my teeth. Fuck, they were so fuzzy. I started to scream in anger and frustration. It sounded so animal like. The little square opened and a security guard asked what was wrong. I ran over and bared my teeth at him. “THAT! That’s what’s wrong, my teeth!” He scoffed and closed the square. I saw against the adjacent wall and rocked back and forth. A few minutes later the square opened and the guard told me to put my back to the door against the square. He reached and loosened my straitjacket so that I could budge myself out of it. While I did that very action the square closed and the bottom food giving square opened. He pushed in a small cup of water and a toothbrush with toothpaste on it. As soon as I freed myself I grabbed the toothbrush with my shaking hands and brushed my teeth. Oh god, it felt so good. My leg was starting to itch again so I went to scratch it. Pain shot through my leg. I took off my pants. Stitches. Why did I have stitches in my leg and when did I get them?
I looked for more and found one in the small of my back and found a scar I’d never seen before from my hip to my knee. What the hell was going on? Where did all these wounds come from? The little square opened up and Dr. Mendez looked in at me. “Found your wounds did you?” Silence. “I don’t know why you though you had to do it” he said. “He never hurt a soul in his life.” I coughed. “My son was destined for great things, and you had to take that from him.” I sat there confused. Then it hit me. His last name…Dr. Mendez was Julio’s father.
Chapter Seven
Dr. Mendez stood over me with a dark smile on his face. I remembered. Every night he came and sedated me, and I would wake up in the dark room. It wasn’t a dream. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to finally be able to do this” he said, “I’ve hardly been able to contain myself. But, you can probably tell from those scars. Those are the nights that I couldn’t bear to wait anymore, so I would just cut you a little bit, just so that I wouldn’t explode. I’ve waited five months and four days to do this.” Had it really been that long? Where had my sense of time gone? He walked towards me with menace in his eyes and a syringe in his hand. I looked to my right and saw my toothbrush. I grabbed it and jammed it into his eye. He screamed and I swept his legs and slammed him into the ground and I bit as hard as I could into his jugular and chewed on it until blood poured out. I started to walk away but turned around. I walked over to him writhing in agony and I pulled the toothbrush out of his eye. I don’t want my teeth to get fuzzy. I pried the syringe from his hand, just as a precaution.
The door was slightly ajar. I wondered if the man who’d brought me the toothbrush had heard Dr. Mendez. I slowly pushed it open with my foot, toothbrush at the ready. What a ridiculous situation, ready to strike with my toothbrush of doom. I stepped outside of the room and was caught by surprise. The building I was in was not a mental health facility at all, but rather an empty warehouse of sorts.
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