CHASE

I eyed my prey from across the room. I came out to eat in the 'dinner hall' with the rest of the patients here. I had no intentions of entertaining these people around me but I did indeed have my eyes set on someone very important. If it wasn't for her, I'd eat in my room, but for the first time, I got to see her. She hadn't changed much. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, her short brown hair, messy. It looked like she hadn't slept for days and hadn't bothered brushing that filthy hair. I wondered if she was thinking about me, if she wondered when I was going to attack. I bet she was, I bet she could feel my eyes on her at this very moment.

A small smirk crept up my lips and faded just as quick as it had came. I could sense her discomfort all the while her eyes scanned every person in this hall until it fell onto me. If I didn't know any better I would've said she just seen a ghost, her skin paled out and her lips trembled. The fork in her hand fell and clashed onto the floor but her eyes never left mine. I tilted my head to the side, letting her know that I was as real as it gets. With a loud deafening scream, she started to pull on her hair. Wow, she had gone that crazy huh? I could watch her trip out all day long but to my disappointment, the guards ran in and huddled around her, injecting her and then carrying her out of the dinner hall. I watched her limp body get taken out, soon enough, that limp body will be writhing underneath me. My last piece of art. Last piece to finish off the game they started.

I studied the butterknife I'd stole from the dining hall. It wasn't sharp, not sharp at all but I'd have to make it work. Guess that means, more pressure and more pain for my awaiting prey.

'Psychopaths don't belong here'

'You killed your parents? Are we next? Hahahahahah'

'You're crazy, crazy fuck, no wonder your parents abused you!'

Who's laughing now? That's right, none of them. Because they're all dead. I closed my eyes and allowed their insults fill up my head. I allowed the mental, physical and verbal abuse fill up my veins with rage. I allowed it all to come to me, greet me with a burning fire that enflamed my blood. I vowed that I'd end each and every single one of them, every last one. I vowed that they'd wish they never set foot in that orphanage, that they never set eyes on me, because I am, the end to them all, I am, the death of them.

Shoving the knife under my pillow, I waited for the person to walk in. I could feel that it was Bella. Every time she was near me it's like I could feel it, like my mind responded to her presence. As I thought, she walked in, a smile plastered on her face. She always smiled. A smile that made her light up like a candle. I wonder what made her smile, clearly this place was as miserable as it gets. I wasn't exactly her reason to smile either. In fact, it would be more logical if she had a frown on her face when she came to visit.

'Good afternoon Chase.' She didn't come forward this time, instead she sat on the floor with her back against the door. There were chairs in this room, why did she keep sitting on the floor. 'I think you're starting to like me.' She joked. A joke that wasn't funny. 'Maybe if I visit more often you'll even be my best friend.' Ok. She definitely was more messed up in the head than I was. 'I'm kidding gosh. But I brought you something.' I watched her go into her bag and then pull out a pizza box. She looked pretty pleased with herself. 'I thought maybe we could eat some pizza and talk about our day to each other. It's a shame they don't have a tv in here, we could've definitely done with some movies.'

Ignoring everything she had said, I stood up and walked over to her, she was wearing a scarf around her neck, hiding the bruises I'd left on her. She swallowed hard when I crouched down in front of her, I could sense her fear as I pulled on the scarf and removed it from her neck. My eyes scanned the deep purple bruises that were now marking her delicate skin. I traced my fingers over it, causing her to flinch. I looked at her for any objection to my actions but she gave me none, wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeezed a little, she looked scared, clearly not sure why I was squeezing her throat. Just the sight of my fingers wrapped around her thin neck made me hard. I could break her, snap her neck in a second. I liked delicate little things, fragile things, it made me want to overpower her, to show her my strength and what I'm capable of, to give her something to really be afraid about.

'I can kill you before you blink.' I whispered against her mouth. Her bottom lip quivered at my words but she didn't say a thing. 'You keep coming back, maybe that's what you want.' I'm pretty sure she could feel my breath on her skin, I was too close, close enough to take her lips against mine. I stared at her mouth, wanting to kiss them. I'd never wanted to kiss a girl after Sofia. But this one, she made me want things I didn't think I was capable of wanting. 'You want me to talk? This is my type of conversation, Bella.' I licked over her bottom lip and squeezed her throat. She looked like she had been stunned. Her breathing was rapid and her heartbeat was even faster. I could see her chest rising and falling with every second that went by and I quite liked the affect I was having on her.

'Dick.' She spoke out, her heart still hammering in her chest. I wanted to laugh at her. She really was brave. Sitting in a room with a psychopath and she has the balls to call me a dick. 'I brought you pizza and this is how you treat me?.' She tried so hard to act fearless but only I, could see the fright that lurked beneath those hazel eyes. 'I have my fingers wrapped around your life and you want to talk about pizza?' I put pressure onto her throat, showing her that I wasn't playing.

'I'm not afraid of you Chase.' But she was, her heart rate did a horrible job of hiding that, I could practically hear the beatings on her chest. 'You are.' I brushed my lips against hers, my free hand wrapping around her hair, before she knew it, I yanked her head back, tracing my lips from her chin to her throat then licking over where her pulse was. 'Get. Off. Me.' Her voice came out weak, almost broken. 'This pulse right here, it belongs to me.' I scraped my teeth over it, marking her. 'I can stop that pulse right now, would you like me to?' I lifted my face and looked into her eyes, tears were evident, although she tried hard to keep them back. 'No.' She whispered, her breath coming out short and unsteady. 'Then why the fuck do you keep coming back here, Bella?' I was being harsh. I had to be. I'm the one who wanted her to visit at first because she clearly reminded me of her. But I know better than to infect her with myself. I'm a dead end. I have nothing to offer her. I have a plan to get to and she's distracting me.

'Because you're human too. Because you deserve to talk to someone during the day too. Because no matter what you've done or who you've wronged, you still have a heart that beats, you're still alive and no one alive should be isolated in these four walls, left to rot on medications!' She almost yelled, I could see the desperation in her eyes. This was about her sister. I guess her sister ended up rotting here. Too bad I'm not her, I don't rot, I make people rot. I let go of her and stood up, my eyes never leaving hers. 'Don't say I didn't warn you Bella.' I turned around and walked over to my bed, laying back down, I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for her to get herself together.

'So is this what you do?' I turned to look at her, she was still sat in the same spot, in the same position. 'Try to scare people away?' She really was naive. 'I don't try, Bella.' I looked back up at the ceiling, watching her was frustrating me. Everything about her innocence made my blood boil. I didn't know how long I could hold back before I did everything that I wanted to do to her.

'Tell me about them, your parents.' I stilled at her mentioning of those people who called themselves my 'parents.' 'Ok Darth Vader, Tell me why you killed your parents?' I shot her a death look. I didn't care about the subject, I didn't feel the need to talk about it. 'Looks like you've done your research.' I tilted my head, watching her squirm beneath my gaze. She really hated me staring at her. 'So? Why did you kill them?'

'They were no use to me.'

'So you got rid of them?'

'Yep.'

'That's fucked up.'

'Look around you Bella, I'm in a Psyche Hospital, clearly I'm fucked up.' I wasn't ashamed of being who I am. I was never one to hide it either.

'Do you have any siblings?'

'What is this, 21 questions?'

'I'm just trying to understand you Chase.'

'I had an adopted sister.'

'And what happened to her?'

'I don't know.'

'What was her name?'

I felt sick to my stomach, the one person I didn't want to talk about was her. The one person I ever truly cared about.

'Sofia.'