Curious Thoughts (Part I)
The streets were always crowded, no matter when Isaac Foster decided to leave home. Everywhere he went, there would be crowds and crowds of people roaming about, walking and talking in joyous harmony in company of their friends and family. From the top of the building he was sitting on, he could see all kinds of people apreciating their Saturday evening, people of every type: be it big or small, old or young- everyone, everyone looked happy.
Happy enough to irritate him.
With a snort, the young man took a sip from his soda can and resumed staring at the crowd, all the while thinking of various ways to brutally murder each and every one of them. He wasn't one to hate his victims, quite the opposite actually... It was just that somehow, the excess of happiness drove him mad, mad enough to actually swing his scythe one or two times unecessarily.
His eyes shot back to his weapon, still stained with crimson. It wasn't that long ago since he killed a person, and yet to him, it felt like an eternity had passed... annoyingly.
Zack was obsessed with human emotion, he needed it like he needed air. He didn't care what it was, any kind of emotion was enough, any.
But with the current situation and him being a well-known fugitive, it has become nearly impossible for him to resume his man-hunting sessions, not when every single person in the city felt the need to follow crowds- now that was mighty inconvenient.
Even so, he had been able to corner one or two reckless people in dark alleys when he had the chance. It wasn't that often, actually... it was rare, extremely rare, but he was satisfied with that much.
Not that he had a choice.
For the past few months he had been forced to hide and conceal himself in the shadows due to high-security alert in the city. Police was everywhere looking for him and the young girl he had supposedly taken hostage.
Wanted signs were on TV, outside, with the information going as far as being broadcasted even in other nearby cities- he was looked for everywhere without fail.
But that didn't stop him from going outside whenever he wanted. Zack wasn't the most graceful guy out there, but he had the ability to conceal himself if he wanted to. He could even fade with the crowd if he deemed it necessary... even if that was hard in itself.
He stood out too much, way too much; he figured. And it wasn't like there were other fugitives wearing bandages all over their body.
Grunting, Zack crushed the can with his palm, making the last few drops stain his bandaged fingers. There was nothing more annoying than restraint, he loathed it, despised it so badly that no words could describe his hidden anger.
He was literally in a whole city full of happy-go-lucky people, and he hadn't been able to kill more than he wished to.
'Frustrating as hell!' He cursed mentally as he stood up and threw the crushed can towards the crowd of people, which landed non-too-gracefully on the head of a random young man.
The look of utter confusion and pain marked on his face was enough to make Zack laugh slightly. Well now, even if he wasn't capable to kill as freely as he pleased, he was still capable to hurt one or two people from a distance- at least.
His smile disappeared though when he saw the man's female companion rub his injured head soothingly, with a gentleness he had never seen before. The look in her eyes showed genuine concern, along with something else, something Zack couldn't quite decipher. He saw the man close his eyes then smile when his... girlfriend, he figured, kissed his forehead affectionately. Resulting in both of them holding hands and continuing their walk.
That sight gave Zack a pang on his chest for an unknown reason and it annoyed him even more.
But it also made him see the crowd in a new, curious light.
Upon closer inspection, there were more than just a few couples around. Actually, over half of the people that evening were with their significant other, doing things that would've made the young serial killer barf in disgust.
Zack was obsessed with human emotion, but love was foreign and odd to him.
Even so, curiosity had him look at the happy people go by, giving him the oddest thoughts...
To Be Continued...