Kiriska: Uh...this chapter...is kinda...gross...and could make you nauseous...=3 Sorry?

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The Homicidal Maniac

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Chapter Forty-One: Diseased Mind

Aymichi

Well, I suppose it was better than nothing. I had meant to get both Sora and Kari, but the second shot missed. Little Kari lives another day. It wasn't that bad though, considering I didn't have much practice. The gun was screwed, that's it. Blame it on that, heh. I think Jimmy ripped me off with the damn rifle. Pish, it really wasn't my fault that the bitch I was supposed to kill as payment didn't die. I broke her back though, what more do you want? She's as good as dead. Stupid dealers, just picking at every little thing, so unwilling to part with their goods. I was just lucky I hadn't gotten caught. Twice! Haha. How long was that going to last though? I've been livin' on borrowed time for months now. Half of them were dead now. Four out of eight. I should get a throphy.

I lay stretched out on the cot I had been occupying for the few days. It wasn't as comfortable as the last, but better than the one before. I had been moving around quite a bit, the police were getting around more, poking around the backalleys with their dogs; it was unsafe to stay in the same place for more than a week. Currently, I was in a length of sewer directly beneath a small mall. Twas dank and dark, but flashlights and candles worked well. I had dragged the cot down through the storm drain, as well as a portable radio and some packages of crackers to share with the rats. Maybe I'll step into a container of mutagen and turn into a psycho rat thing! Oh yes, I was very Splinter-like. Hahaha...but those ninja turtles weren't all bad, their idea to live in the sewers was ingenius.

Sure, it was a little stinky now and then, but it was the last place the police would look. The gash in my side was healing up slowly; it had started to close up, but I broke it open again after I killed Sora. It stung when I moved and little pulses of pain would shoot up my side but it was a lot better than it had been a few weeks ago. "Eight little kids go to camp fo' da summa; end up going to a digital land, where each little kid gets his own digi-monster, and I don't know how da rest o' that goes." My voice echoed several times through the endless underground tunnels. The new words started echoing as the old words faded out. "Eight little kids saved the city from destruction, but still ended up knockin' 'ver some buildin's anyway. Now each little kid has been promised a place in...aww, that doesn't rhyme." I sat up on the cot and looked around boredly.

I needed to think out what I'm gonna do next. Taichi and Hikari Kamiya...Koushirou Izumi, and Yamato Ishida....Little Kari or Izzy would have to go next. Yessiree. They would be the easiest. I have no idea where Ishida is, and Mister Courage...hmm...meh. Maybe I should take him before his sister to avoid another vengeful little bastard comin' after me. Hehehehe, what if Kari comes after me with a bloody knife? That would be funny...yes it would...heehee...I could just imagine her all insane-looking with a dagger in hand. Hum...actually, she would kinda look like me five years ago. Heehee...that would be hilarious. The little keeper of the Crest of Light, a deranged bitch comin' afta me. Ha! That'd be a sight to see. I think maybe I will save her for last, just to see what will happen.

So that left Taichi, Ishida, and the genius boy. The choice was obvious. Izumi was just as bad as the Joe, with the big giant brain and all. You'd think people that smart would fair better in times like these. Heehee. Maybe I should decapitate him too. That was fun last time. Ah...I leaned against the rusted metal wall behind me. Joe was fun, yes he was. And easy too. I giggled to myself thinking about it; the echos racketed off the walls and scared away a pair of rats that had been advancing on the empty cracker boxes under the cot. I didn't even have to break in! I had walked right up to his door and rang the doorbell. I had been hanging out by his window earlier, and was gonna bust through to get him; but I overheard his phone conversation and decided it'd be more interesting to wait a bit.

Heeheehee...Joe opened the door and kinda just stared at me for a few seconds; man, what I wouldn't have given for a camera! I shot him then and there, close range with the silenced rifle. I suppose it wasn't the cleanest thing to do. I don't think rifles were made for close range shots like that, heh. I got a shotgun from Jimmy after that; I don't anything about guns, which I guess is funny considering. Anyway, Joe had been turning around to close the door when I fired, so the bullet went through the side of his head above the ear. Which was good coz it didn't mess up his face too much. Blood erupted from the exit wound and splattered all over the door. The guy's eyes rolled back and he fell. I didn't want him to dirty the front entrance too much, so I caught him and dragged him insde before he bled all over the place.

Though the bullethole wasn't big, Joe left a steady trail of blood from the door to the tiled kitchen, where I abandoned him for a bucket and a rag. After scrubbing the front door clean and washing away all the immedately visible red splotches, I drained all of the happy red down the sink. Hehe, that was the first time I had actually enjoyed doing chorework, cleanin' blood off Joey's front door. Didn't take long, and luckily no one came around and asked me what the hell I was doing. That would have been ackward, heh. Would have been bad too, if they recognized me. I looked up again, the rats for coming back again. Stupid vermin, interrupting the story I was retelling to myself. There was an ugly black one, with one ear, and half his face ripped off. Looked kinda cool actually, the flesh was rotted away and exposed red scars on bare pink skin. The end of its tail was chewed off and looked like it had mold growing on it. Its partner in crime was a greyish thing, with one eye missing and two toes on its hind left foot missing.

I kicked a pebble at them, and they scurried off again. "Don't interrupt me." I grinned, of course the little rodents had not known I had been in the middle of storytime, they could not hear my thoughts after all, a pity really; but I didn't want to risk my echos being heard by anyone above. That's really funny you know. Such a diseased mind I have....I was crazy enough to want the rats to hear my story, but rational enough to keep silent. Heehee. Funny indeed. Settling back down again, I jumped back into Joe's apartment. After locking the front door, I rummaged through the Kido's kitchen drawers, finally selecting a nice clean butcher knife. The digidestine's body had already begun to stiffen, his ugly face staring blankly at the counters. I had took out my regular knife and played around with his head a bit before making the final decapitation. I poked around at his wide-open eyeballs, causing them to bleed more furiously. It was quite amusing, crying blood after death.

The red liquid had been bubbling in his throat, so I held him up, letting the sticky fluid spill from his lips and onto the kitchen tiles. I put my finger in the forming puddle and dragged it around a bit, picking it up, then mussed Joe's hair with it. I had repeated my pointless and grotesque actions several time, scooping up handfuls of blood to dye my dead friend's hair. It was a funny seen to recall. I had propped the guy up against the counters, and from afar I supposed it would have looked like I was putting mousse in his hair. I had stuck my finger in his bullet wounds, too, they were gooey and wet, naturally, filled with broken blood vessels. I was trying to see if I could see his brains, see what made him such a nerd, but unfortunately, seeing through the mess of goo was quite impossible. I thought I poked his skull, but I had probably imagined it because my finger wasn't small enough to fit into the hole effectively.

I had face-painted Joe with his plentiful blood for a while, smearing designs all over his cooling face. Very amusing. I remember the once when I was about six, I had been obsessed with indians and stuff. It was funny to me that I only remembered that when I found myself decorating the face of a guy I killed with his life-giving fluids. Ah, and I thought these guys had taken away my childhood. After about half an hour, I realized that it was getting late. Sora would be there soon, for their little study party, heheheh. I had never decapitated anyone before, but I didn't know it would be so damn cool! It was great...

I had Joe lying flat on the kitchen floor, facing the ceiling with his bleeding eyes. I was on my knees, poised over his sticky wet body; the butcher knife did not feel heavy until I started bringing it down. Then gravity seemed to take complete control and bring the blade down hard on Reliability's neck. Blood gushed out like Ol' Faithful, and I seemed to recall moving backwards in slow motion to avoid being hit between the eyes. There was a really pleasent cracking sound. I've known people whose said they heard their bones break when they fell off their bike, or down the stairs, they say its a sickening crack. They must not have been talking about this. The sound was very unique, not like all those fake crunching noises they use for movies...apparently those people have never heard read bone breaking like I had. It was so cool...like your feet crunching on leaves...only...not.

I think if I had known how grusomely satisfying that one little crack could be, I would have done it a lot sooner. Maybe I should decapitate Tai, or Matt...or someone. Heehehee, I could carve our their eyes this time too. I think I intended to do that with Joe, but it slipped my mind while I was actually there. Maybe I should make a to-do list to things to do with the corpses of those dear digidestine. Hahaha...well, anywho...I buried those morbid ideas off in a drawer of my insane little head and returned to replaying the film of Joe's Doom in my head. After getting over a sudden happy, bubbly, giggly feeling, I seperated the head from the neck allowing more blood to stain the floor. Picking up the head, I held Joe's head in my hands for a bit, feeling the disguistingly warm blood ooze between my fingers. Hmm...kinda like thick chicken soup, but with a worse smell.

Head in one hand, I rinsed off the other hand before going through the drawers again to find a nice cord. It was a twisted wire-like thing, but it was the perfect diameter and length. Balancing the skull on my knee, I strung the wire through the two bullet holes in Joe's head. It was a long process, there was just so much crap in the way between one end and the other. I think I knocked off another twenty minutes like that, but I hadn't wanted to leave until I had his head strung on the wire. When at long last my task was complete, I got on a stool and slung the wire onto a light, then tied it tight, leaving the head suspended in the air, about eye level. With that done, I returned to the kitchen and washed my hands again, dried them, then put on some gloves. I dragged his body into his parents' bedroom, and onto the bed, where it immediately began to bleed all over the place.

Heheh, I giggled, still imaging what the guy's parents thought when their son's headless body was found in their bedroom. That had been a very fun murder. Mm...murder was such a negative word, I prefered to think of it was a delivery. Delivering smart ol' Joe to his frosty grave in this world and the bowels of Hell in the next. Hmm...now finished with my story, I came back to my original thoughts. Who to get next? Who..da...who...da....who? Hm. I stood up, scaring off my little ratty friends again. They had managed to get a few crumbs though. Oh well, I needed to stock up again anyway...What time was it? I walked a bit down the dark tunnel; the scurrying feet of the sewer scum could be heard bouncing off the rusted metal walls. I looked up through the opening of a storm drain, it was dark outside. And silent. No cars, no bustling people, silence.

Cautiously, I crawled through the small opening. No one was around. The lighthearted mood I had been in slowly shut off, replaced by a dark, menancing feeling brought by the blackness of night. Well, no, wait, I lie. It was more like a playful, sickeningly mischiveious mood. Er...wasn't that the mood I was in before I came up? Hmm...ok, scratch that. Man,...what a disturbing little fuck I have become. I felt like going to the nearest digidestined, shooting him through the head and dissecting his body into bits and pieces and leaving the parts in random places around town. A butchery's counter, the landurymat, the playground, their remaining friends' homes and schools, so many possibilities. My pleasent visualizations were momentarily shattered, however, as footsteps sounded in the distance.

I dodged quickly into a shadowy alleyway and out of sight. The footsteps quickly neared; they were people running, two of them I think. And sure enough, two policement zoomed past me, faces stern and serious. They went by too fast, but I thought they were sweating too. "Hurry up, hurry up. We need to catch this guy NOW...he's loose on long enough, the maniac." I heard one of them hiss to the other. Hm...what's got them so worked up? It sounded as if they were refering to me, and my whole little thing with killing those wonderful digidestined....but that wasn't right...I was right here, and they did not seem to be chasing anyone. Simply trying to get somewhere quickly. Who were they after...?

Ishida? It was possible I guess,...He was after all, a classifyed psycho now too, like me. I stood there for a bit, thinking of what this could mean. It would suck if he was recaptured again so quickly. That would mean I would have to break into some looneybin to get to him. Didn't really sound fun. Part of me wanted him to get killed in the struggle that would surely happen if they tried to take him away agin. But what was the entertainment in that? I wanted Ishida's blood...he's put up the most fight so far. I wanted to settle things between him and me. Heh. I wanted to kill him like I had his poor little brother, Takeru. Hmm...maybe I should follow those police to the blonde freak, but that would put my own freedom in jeporady. And I can't have that. Not before my mission is complete...

I sat down on a trash can and looked up at the almost full moon. There were no clouds tonight, clear skies all around. There was probably some symbolism in that, but I don't really care. I think all them grade school literature teachers scared all the symbolism out of me, yup. Wringing Ishida's neck now...versus...getting Taichi and Koushirou now, seeing if Kari goes insane and getting Ishida later. Saying it like that made the answer seem so obvious. Hm, fine then. I grinned, pulled my jacket closer around me, pulled my hood up, and stuck my hands in my pockets. A loaded shotgun in one pocket, my trusty knife in the other. Koushirou "Izzy" Izumi. He was closest from my position in downtown Odaiba...he would be the best choice anyway. After him, there would only be three left, the Kamiyas, and good ol' Ishida. Briskly, I walked down the empty streets of the city. What a fine night for blood. I guess I was saving the best for last; after all, who could resist putting a knife through a guy that was avenging his dear little brother? Not I, certainly.

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Kiriska: That was me contributing to 'Michi's insanity s'more. I wonder where the "climax" of this story is...if I haven't gotten there already...I'll be there soon....