Hey guys thanks for trying this story. I'm posting this for a friend who doesn't have a account. Jinx is not in the first or second chapters. These are for you to learn a little about the OC. The Title of the story will probable change at some point.
Internal Payne
How many people do you know hear voices? How do they respond to it? All I know is its hard. Payne is always telling me what to do. He demands chaos. I try to hold him back and ignore him, but it doesn't always work. The times he takes control I have a hard time remembering unless he wants me too. I know he scares people, I can see it in their faces when I walk by. He hurts them as well, while smiling the inter time. That's how I got here, behind these iron bars, known as the Grinning Slasher.
Apparently Payne murdered fifteen people. He used a combat knife to cut his victims into pieces. The police told me he would cauterize the wounds as he went to make sure they would survive. If they passed out during his torture he would wait till they woke to continue. The gore he created in the rooms of his victims was nauseating. Crimson blood would cover all the walls. He would leave only one area clear. That was where the body was tied and gagged so the screams could not be heard by the neighbors. He had a spot in every room where he would move the body parts and organs he removed. Each picture I was shown Payne would laugh at my cringes and say he enjoyed hearing their screams of pain. He would also tell me he loved seeing the faces of the grieving families. His favorite was the little boy.
He kept the child three weeks before even thinking about killing him. At that point the local news channel had a special about the family where it shown the parents asking for anybody to help find their little boy. It was then he had the brilliant plan of this killing spree. The boy was his first victim. He created chaos Payne desired. It started with Payne cutting off body parts and mailing them to the parents. At first it was the child's fingers. Then it became a hand, an arm, a foot, a leg, and finally he went for the organs. The boy was the only one not kept in the victim's own room. The parents slowly got their child back but over a span of three months. The last thing the parents received before the boy died was a single sky blue eye in a jar of preservatives with a letter of cut outs say now your son can see you one last time. The mother was checked into a mental institute after that. The final package was sent to her in the hospital. It held the boys head, and his bloody stump of a torso was left on the front porch of the father's home. Payne made sure I saw all this in a vivid picture show in my mind. I felt his joy through it all.
After the pictures were done being shown to me I felt Payne come to the fore front. A grin crept on to my face, a laugh rang out and a pair of red eyes sparkled as he ran his hand through his silver hair. Even though Payne and I share a body it is a noticeable change when he takes over. His voice is deeper and creepy. He always smiles, I bet he would smile sitting in the electric chair waiting for the switch to be thrown. When he spoke I saw the fear on the faces of the detectives that brought us in. He told the police everything he did, every last drop. Both of the interrogators had to leave at some point during the story because of the nausea that washed over them. I wished I could leave as well; this was one of the times I could see and hear everything but could do nothing about it. It was hear Payne's name became the Grinning Slasher.
The judge that proceeded over our case decided that we were too dangerous to be sent to a psychotic ward, so he sent us to a maximum security prison for a hundred and fifty years. So, here we sit in an iron cage waiting for a chance to redeem myself.
-R&R guys it would mean a lot. I'll take anything you can give me. I want to improve my writing.-