Insanity
[Gen] [Original characters] [NC-17 for violence and cursing.]
Insanity
He pushed his way out of the trees, the darkness that surrounded him, forcing his legs forward, pushing himself on.
"Fuck," he cursed, when he heard the familiar wailing of the sirens as they caught up with him. His heart thudded wildly against his chest and adrenaline coursed through his body as he continued to run. The only coherent thought in his mind were the words, 'I need to get away' over and over again.
Finally, he felt his legs give way, and he collapsed onto the floor. "God, I'm finally free! Did those fuckers actually think they could keep me in there for long?"
He breathed in the fresh air, his lungs aching for a taste of the cool night air. The prison was stifling and he was only thankful that he had made it out alive.
Alive and ready to commit his next crime.
Almost manically, he stood, brushing his pants off and trudging onwards. He walked calmly now, no longer feeling the fear that had egged him on only moments before. The sirens were wailing softly in the background, and he knew they would not catch up with him. They couldn't. "Those bloody fools," he muttered softly to himself.
He marched on now, with his destination imprinted firmly in his mind. He had a goal now. He had always had a goal. At first, it had started out as an obsession. Watching the blood trickle freely from his victim as he slit their necks. Hearing the screams of anguish tearing from their throats. Laughing as their eyes rolled upwards and they collapsed on the floor. He loved every minute of it.
God, he had missed it in the prison.
And now he was out... and back for revenge.
He walked a good distance with a particular destination in mind before finally stopping, and stood at the familiar front door, pushing it open gently. It was unlocked, as always. He walked silently up the driveway, a maniacal grin lighting his haggard, unkempt features.
He ran his hand over the familiar teakwood door, before pulling his hand back and shattering the glass on the door with a quick, clean punch.
There was a terrified scream from somewhere inside the house and suddenly, a woman clad in a white nightgown appeared at the door. Her eyes widened at the sight of the man standing there. "Dennis!" she breathed.
He smiled, a sardonic grin staining his lips, "Hey baby doll. Open the door."
She swallowed, her face paling. She shook her head, refusing. "I... I can't do that, Dennis."
His face contorted with anger. "Open. The. Fucking. Door." When she declined again, he reached forward, ignoring the shards of glass piercing into his skin, and grabbed her neck, squeezing it, digging his fingernails into her skin, relishing the feel of this power, this almighty strength he possessed.
She struggled fruitlessly against his attack and when he pulled her forward and crushed her against the door, another cry of pain escaped her lips. Obediently, she turned the door knob and let him in.
He allowed another almost pleasant smile to grace his lips before he pulled out a gun and pressed it to her neck. "Now bring me to him."
"Dennis... no," a choked sob caught in her throat.
"NOW!" He screamed, shaking her frail body, ignoring her cries. "Bring me to him, you fucking whore!"
Helplessly, desperately, she walked forward, going into the room where her father slept.
He smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was going to kill the man who had brought him all this torture, all this pain. He looked at the woman struggling against his arms and laughed. "You stupid bitch."
He threw her aside, and she fell, a shaking heap, onto the floor, before walking lightly towards the bed. He aimed the gun at the man's heart, before changing his mind, and pointing it at the sleeping man's leg.
He aimed his G-lock and fired, a thudding shot that echoed loudly in the silent house. The man awoke, crying out in pain, clutching at his leg. His face drained of colour when he saw Dennis smiling down at him. "Hello father."
"Dennis!" Fury overtook his shock and he began shouting, "Fuck you Dennis! What the HELL are you doing back in this house? I thought I told you-"
His words were cut off by another chilling shot.
"No!" the girl screamed, her eyes filling with tears. "No! Daddy!"
Dennis rolled his eyes, shooting the stunned man one last time through the heart before pushing the dead corpse back onto the bed.
"Now, little Maria, it's your turn."
Maria backed up against the wall, tears still falling down her cheeks. "No, no, don't kill me!"
Dennis shook his head, stroking Maria's cheek gently, tenderly, as he had once done many years ago.
Without warning, he picked her up around the neck and threw her against the wall, chuckling as he heard the faint crack of her ribs.
She was sobbing uncontrollably and her body was wracking from the intensity of her weeping. Dennis pulled a knife almost as if out of thin air, and slit a thin, fine line along cheek.
Maria continued to cry, as the pain washed over her senses.
Finally he dropped her, dusted himself off, and left the house, smiling.
His goal had been achieved.
For now.
-fin-
Insanity
He pushed his way out of the trees, the darkness that surrounded him, forcing his legs forward, pushing himself on.
"Fuck," he cursed, when he heard the familiar wailing of the sirens as they caught up with him. His heart thudded wildly against his chest and adrenaline coursed through his body as he continued to run. The only coherent thought in his mind were the words, 'I need to get away' over and over again.
Finally, he felt his legs give way, and he collapsed onto the floor. "God, I'm finally free! Did those fuckers actually think they could keep me in there for long?"
He breathed in the fresh air, his lungs aching for a taste of the cool night air. The prison was stifling and he was only thankful that he had made it out alive.
Alive and ready to commit his next crime.
Almost manically, he stood, brushing his pants off and trudging onwards. He walked calmly now, no longer feeling the fear that had egged him on only moments before. The sirens were wailing softly in the background, and he knew they would not catch up with him. They couldn't. "Those bloody fools," he muttered softly to himself.
He marched on now, with his destination imprinted firmly in his mind. He had a goal now. He had always had a goal. At first, it had started out as an obsession. Watching the blood trickle freely from his victim as he slit their necks. Hearing the screams of anguish tearing from their throats. Laughing as their eyes rolled upwards and they collapsed on the floor. He loved every minute of it.
God, he had missed it in the prison.
And now he was out... and back for revenge.
He walked a good distance with a particular destination in mind before finally stopping, and stood at the familiar front door, pushing it open gently. It was unlocked, as always. He walked silently up the driveway, a maniacal grin lighting his haggard, unkempt features.
He ran his hand over the familiar teakwood door, before pulling his hand back and shattering the glass on the door with a quick, clean punch.
There was a terrified scream from somewhere inside the house and suddenly, a woman clad in a white nightgown appeared at the door. Her eyes widened at the sight of the man standing there. "Dennis!" she breathed.
He smiled, a sardonic grin staining his lips, "Hey baby doll. Open the door."
She swallowed, her face paling. She shook her head, refusing. "I... I can't do that, Dennis."
His face contorted with anger. "Open. The. Fucking. Door." When she declined again, he reached forward, ignoring the shards of glass piercing into his skin, and grabbed her neck, squeezing it, digging his fingernails into her skin, relishing the feel of this power, this almighty strength he possessed.
She struggled fruitlessly against his attack and when he pulled her forward and crushed her against the door, another cry of pain escaped her lips. Obediently, she turned the door knob and let him in.
He allowed another almost pleasant smile to grace his lips before he pulled out a gun and pressed it to her neck. "Now bring me to him."
"Dennis... no," a choked sob caught in her throat.
"NOW!" He screamed, shaking her frail body, ignoring her cries. "Bring me to him, you fucking whore!"
Helplessly, desperately, she walked forward, going into the room where her father slept.
He smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was going to kill the man who had brought him all this torture, all this pain. He looked at the woman struggling against his arms and laughed. "You stupid bitch."
He threw her aside, and she fell, a shaking heap, onto the floor, before walking lightly towards the bed. He aimed the gun at the man's heart, before changing his mind, and pointing it at the sleeping man's leg.
He aimed his G-lock and fired, a thudding shot that echoed loudly in the silent house. The man awoke, crying out in pain, clutching at his leg. His face drained of colour when he saw Dennis smiling down at him. "Hello father."
"Dennis!" Fury overtook his shock and he began shouting, "Fuck you Dennis! What the HELL are you doing back in this house? I thought I told you-"
His words were cut off by another chilling shot.
"No!" the girl screamed, her eyes filling with tears. "No! Daddy!"
Dennis rolled his eyes, shooting the stunned man one last time through the heart before pushing the dead corpse back onto the bed.
"Now, little Maria, it's your turn."
Maria backed up against the wall, tears still falling down her cheeks. "No, no, don't kill me!"
Dennis shook his head, stroking Maria's cheek gently, tenderly, as he had once done many years ago.
Without warning, he picked her up around the neck and threw her against the wall, chuckling as he heard the faint crack of her ribs.
She was sobbing uncontrollably and her body was wracking from the intensity of her weeping. Dennis pulled a knife almost as if out of thin air, and slit a thin, fine line along cheek.
Maria continued to cry, as the pain washed over her senses.
Finally he dropped her, dusted himself off, and left the house, smiling.
His goal had been achieved.
For now.
-fin-