By GlitnirGebo
Chapter 2 – Going insane
I raise my dagger and watch the man fall to the floor. I find it is so easy to take a life, sometimes I wish my victims would put up more of a fight. I wipe the blood from my dagger onto the mans clothes. No, I take that back. The easier they die, the more people I will have time to kill. I turn away from the body laying in the dirt. I wander through the streets. I let my feet guide me. I keep walking until I reach a river, the Nile. I look down at my reflection in the ripples...
'Wakey wakey...'
I ignore the voice. I still have the reflection in the river imprinted in my mind... My own face. I now know the voice has been telling the truth...we must be the same person, how else could we have the same face...? NO! It can't be true!
'Cheer up my poor little Malik, I'm not that bad...'
I run to the corner of my room and curl myself into a ball. I wrap my arms around my knees and start to rock back and forth... 'I'm a murderer...' Hang on a minute...Murderer? What does that word remind me of? My thoughts start to drift again.
'Death. Murder. Pain.'
These words echo in my head as I loose consciousness...
-I look down the riverbank and spot my next victim. I can tell he's nervous about something by the way he's walking. I look back at the river for a moment, gazing at my reflection. A smirk appears on my face. I turn away from the water and head down the riverbank. The man and I shall meet before Ra starts his journey across the heavens...and one of us will fall...-
I rub my eyes. I look onto the full-length mirror that I'm sitting before, and see a reflection. Once again the face I see is the voices, my own. But this face doesn't hold the mad expression that it did in the river. It seems to have an almost friendly appearance. And like I said, I'm sitting in front of the mirror, but this figure is standing.
'Welcome back my poor little Malik...'I ignore the voice and leave the room. I'm in no mood for the voices games today. I make my way to the kitchen and splash water on my face. I look out the window. It's morning again. Time sure does fly when you're going crazy.
'Insane, Malik... Going insane...'I continue to ignore the voice. Crazy or insane, I'm still in a bad mood. I open the fridge and pull out a snack to eat. I slam the fridge door shut and flop down on the lounge in front of the TV. I turn the TV on to try and find something to distract myself from the voice.
'That's not going to work, my poor little Malik, and you know that...'I flick through the channels for a while before stopping on The Jerry Springer Show. That's sure to distract me. I watch these people moving across the screen for a while, not really paying attention to what's going on, until I realise the title of today's show... 'Voices in the head, or a guilty conscious'... Somehow I've got both.
I turn the TV off and throw down the remote. So much for a distraction. I sit and stare at the blank screen for a moment and listen to the silence. It's so quiet... I think to myself, until I realise why... The voice is gone...
I sit and listen, searching for any sign on the voice... Silence...
I start to realize how lonely I am. I've got no one to talk to, nothing to do... No voices...
'Don't worry my poor little Malik, I'm still here...'I jump at the sound of the voice, not sure wether I to be happy the voice came back or not...
'Cheer up my poor little Malik, I'm not finished with you yet...'Once again my eyelids start to drop and I feel very tired, but I fight it. I open my eyes as wide as they can go and take another bite out of my salami stick...wait a minute! Salami stick! I rush out to the kitchen and take a big gulp of water from the tap to try to rid my mouth of the spicy salami that was currently burning my tongue...
'Silly Malik... You should watch what you eat...''Bastard! You could have warned me!' I scream at the empty room.
'That's not very nice! What have you done that would make me want to warn you of something like that?...'
I throw the salami stick into the bin and walk back down the hall into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me, hoping the voice would finally understand how angry I was.
'I understand...why don't you sleep some of this anger off?...'This voice really wants me to go to sleep... I think as I sleep tries to claim me once again... This time I don't fight it...
-I start to run down the riverbank as Ra starts his journey. Somehow I know this man won't be as easy to kill as the last... I quicken my pace as to keep sight of my target. He must die... The man turns a corner and for a moment or two I loose sight of him. Ah, the thrill of the hunt...I catch sight of my victim again. I will have my way.-
I lay starring at the ceiling. I don't even bother trying to escape from the voice.
'Are you finally willing to accept that I'm part of you Malik?'
I ignore the voice and continue to stare at the ceiling.
'Or am I going to have to show you more reminders of what you have done?'
'I didn't do that.' I say, shaking my head at the ceiling. 'I'm not a murderer.' My voice shows no expression. I wish the voice away.
'That wish may have worked if you had one of those genie things...but you don't. I guess you're stuck with me...'
'Please...' I beg the voice. 'Leave me in peace...'
'But my poor little Malik...don't you want to have some fun?'
I continue to shake my head at the ceiling. 'I just want to be left alone...' I close my eyes. I imagine what it was like four days ago...the day before I first heard the voice. At least, I think it was four days ago. I can't even remember what day it is.
'I believe that it is a Friday...'
Hum...Friday. But wait! Doesn't that mean that...?!
'Yes Malik...it's Friday the thirteenth...'
Author's Notes: This is going to be a very short story. Maybe only another chapter or two. Please review. And thanks for the Salami thing Millennium!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed:
Seto'swhiterose88: Isis gets a very brief mention at the end. I don't really like her character.
BLAZE199: Insane...not crazy...
Millennium: There you go. It's posted...