Therapy Can Be Murder
Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize; I only own the killer and the plot line. I watched a long time ago, so I don't own that show either.
A/N: This is my first fanfic I've written so please be nice and I will gladly take suggestions for improvement. Trust me it took me a long time to work up the courage to write a fanfic period so I hope my attempt isn't too horrible. Also if anybody has a good idea for the name of the neighborhood where this took place I would much appreciate, cause I can't keep just referring to it as the neighborhood, cause pretty sure that would seem stupid to you guys.
Prologue
The night was cool and the wind blew softly in the small quiet neighborhood, nothing was unusual about it. It was peaceful even the perfect place to raise kids cause this neighborhood rarely had any major crimes, sure there was quite a lot of theft here but being around Vegas it would be impossible for there to be no crime. Everyone thought of all the places to live around Vegas this was the safest. They couldn't be more wrong. As a young women headed home after her night time jog there was a figure in the shadows watching her every move, the figure knew her schedule as if it was his own.
The women loved jogging at night it was her favorite time, she could feel the cool night air through her hair as she ran. Nobody was around to judge her and nobody could interrupt her thoughts her nightly runs helped her think about everything that had happened in the last year. She had lost her family in a fire and the memory was still fresh in her mind.
Flashback
She could remember every detail; she had been coming home from her night class that she had a particularly hard exam. She couldn't wait to get to home to tell her mom and dad about how she had passed it. Her mind was wondered to what it would be like when she was finally able to get into the college she had wanted. Her family was not wealthy in the least and she was doing everything she could to save up money. She remembered her little brother giving her change as she smiled
"Here sissy, now you can go." The little six year old said as he handed her two dollars.
"Not yet, but thank you kiddo." She had said smiling as she rubbed her little brother's head.
She walked faster the memory fresh in her mind she was smiling, that was when she heard it. Sirens screaming, her heart started beating faster as a fire truck drove by heading down her street. She started running as fast as her legs could carry her. Please God don't let it be my house! Please let my family be okay! Were her only thoughts as she approached she saw the flames, she saw the crowd watching her house from across the street. "Please Noooooooooo!" She screamed her family faces flashing before her eyes as the flames devoured her life.
End of Flashback
She wished the memories would go away, she wished the pain of losing them would go away it had been 6 months. The pain just wouldn't stop; her friends didn't understand why she never went camping with them and why she never went to the bonfire after graduation. She couldn't fire brought those memories and the images. Nobody understood, even her therapist didn't seem to be able to help her. Her life burned away in that fire. Silent tears started to fall; she finally saw her house in the distance.
The figure in the darkness watched as the young girl entered the house. He was going to help her face her fears, after all fear was weakness. He hated weakness, weakness needed to be destroyed only strong people deserved to live and this girl wasn't strong enough yet. She would be the perfect test subject. He smiled and if anyone could have seen him they would have said his smile showed pure evil.
The girl woke up abruptly, and automatically knew something was wrong that's when she heard something out in the kitchen she looked around the room, but she saw nobody. Maybe it was just her imagination, watching one too many horror movies finally catching up to her. Then a figured dressed in a black hoody and black pants came up behind her. He grabbed a rope out of the black duffel bag he was carrying. "You are too weak to survive!" The figure yelled.
She abruptly turned and as she saw the man her blood ran cold. She tried to move but the figure grabbed her, she looked into his eyes and knew she was going to die. She screamed as loud as she could, but the man covered her mouth quickly. He was too strong for her and he quickly tied her up and dragged her to her bedroom. He dropped her onto her bed and pulled a lighter and some gasoline from his duffel bag. She was absolutely terrified her eyes watering at tears started to pour from her eyes. The man quickly poured the gasoline around her room then the kitchen and living room.
The man flicked open his lighter and stared at the flame. "You know fire is a wonderful thing it kills without mercy, I can't think of a more painful way to go then burning alive." He sneered his voice laced with evil.
The man walked out of the bedroom, as he did he threw the lighter onto the gasoline covered floor. He smiled as he turned and saw the girls fear as the flames surrounded her. He would have loved to watch, but he needed to leave before he was discovered after all he needed to look for his next "patient." Hopefully the next one would be more of a challenge to break.
The woman cried as she felt the flames starting to burn her, so this is what her family had felt. At least now she would finally be with them.
As the fire trucks and police cars sirens came nearer the man slipped away unnoticed into the night. That was good for a practice round, but soon the real challenges would take place. He needed to find his real "patients."