Psycho

Unit 5

Thank you for reading so far! It means so much to me! I know so far the chapters have been kind of short and repetitive, but I promise that they get longer and more interesting! (I'm currently writing chapter 16, so I know what I'm talking about). Hopefully you like this one! Thanks again and I hope you like!

Disclaimer: This story contains violence, gore, sexual content and strong language. Subjects covered might trigger some. If you are very sensible or easily offended, please abstain from reading.

Dan edited his video for the rest of the day. He apologized to his fans on Twitter for not doing a live show that night, but that instead he would upload his new video.

But the video wasn't the only reason why Dan didn't want to make the live show. He decided to skip it because he was scared he would speak too much about his psycho thoughts. In a video, he could think about what he would say and use the right words. But in a normal conversation, he had to come up with his answers quickly and couldn't start over if he used the wrong words. He wasn't ready to talk to so many people about this subject. He had to wait to get more comfortable.

After finishing up his editing, he uploaded the video to YouTube. After promoting it on Twitter, he walked up to his bedroom and stood in front of his bed. He considered it for two long minutes, then grabbed his pillow and threw it across the room. He took the penknife that had been resting under it and put it in his jeans pocket. He put on his coat and left the house.

It wasn't very late. Around 8PM. It was a bit hotter than last Sunday. Once again, he didn't really know where he was headed, but he walked.

The sun wasn't quite setting yet and a few people were still wandering around, unaware that they could get murdered at any time by Dan if his mind gave him the cue. They had no idea what he was capable of, the idea of Dan having a penknife in his pocket would never even cross their mind.

Because he looked so normal. He could kill them right here, right now, and they'd never expect it. But Dan didn't. He walked past them without getting any morbid daydream, and he hoped into a bus to get to where his mind led him to. The city was still quite busy, to be fair, London was never calm. Unless it was 3am on a Sunday.

He walked again, the sun hiding itself more and more behind the landscape of the horizon. Suddenly, his legs stopped walking and froze. He looked in front of him; on the other side of the street was a luminous sign displaying "Storm" above the front door of the place. It was a nightclub.

Dan stayed on the other side of the road, observing the people trying to get in. A blond guy walked up to the bouncer with a few friends.

Dan saw red. He sprinted to the other side of the street, jumped on the blond guy and he fell behind. Dan sat on his stomach and stabilized him to the ground with his knees. He felt so much power inside of him, so much anger and so much violence. He punched the blond guy's face with his fists repeatedly, the world behind him fading away. There was no bouncer, no friends, no bar, no luminous sign, only him, the blond guy, and his fists brutally knocking his skull. He then took the penknife out of his pocket, switched the blade, and stabbed the blond guy's chest for God knows how long. He carved the number 16 in his flesh, and stabbed. His rage wouldn't leave, Dan needed to get it out, so he stabbed, stabbed again, stabbed until the body didn't even look like one anymore...

"C'mon, Bradley! Get your ass in!"

One of the blond guy's friends pulled him by the arm inside of the club. Bradley. It was the guy's name. Dan smiled widely, still on his side of the road.

From someone else's perspective, Dan would've looked really creepy. But the people around were too busy either being drunk or immensely loud to notice this tall guy waiting on the other side of the Storm.

Dan stayed still. The clock hands moved but Dan waited patiently, staring intensely at the Storm's front door.

With his black hood on, he was almost invisible. He blended into the darkness of the night and people walked past him, not even noticing him. He was like the air they breathe in. People take breaths and expire them in a split second, without even noticing any of it. It's such a fast and recurrent pattern that the brain doesn't even bother processing it. It just gets along with it.

People didn't process Dan. He was just another breath, just another expired carbon dioxide molecule. They just got along with it. They never even quite noticed.

Two hours later, Bradley wobbled out of the Storm. A security guard pushed him out and yelled: "Stay away, bastard!" before slamming the door.

"Come on, man!" Bradley yelled back, clearly drunk. "I just want to have fun! My friends are still in there."

"Fuck off, mate. Leave." said the bouncer.

Bradley flipped him off. He then clumsily walked to the right, too drunk to even know where to go.

Dan finally moved. He followed Bradley from the other side of the road, keeping a certain distance behind.

Bradley wobbled forward and walked straight into a pole. He fell backwards and landed on his back in a muffled sound. Dan crossed the road separating the both of them and ran to Bradley before anyone else around could. He crouched down next to him and asked:

"Are you okay?"

"My-my head hurts s-s-so much..." he drunkenly said.

Dan grabbed Bradley's arm and pulled him off the ground and stabilized him on his feet.

"You need help to go back home." Dan said. "I'll help you. Where do you live?"

Suddenly, Bradley burst into tears. He cried so hard, his body shaking under the violent sobs.

"I fucked up!" Bradley exclaimed, the hot tears shining on his cheeks. "My boyfriend's going to kill me! I'm such an idiot, I don't even know where I am; just take me back to his place, please!"

Dan raised his chin. "Gay, huh? Could take advantage of that." he thought.

Bradley tried walking onwards but alcohol had neutralized his balance. Dan grabbed his arm before he could fall down again and said:

"Alright, let's take you back to your boyfriend. Stop crying now, it's all fine."

Bradley was too drunk to realize he hadn't given the address to his boyfriend's place. He just followed Dan, thinking he knew where to go.

Dan guided Bradley until they arrived in a small dark alley with a simple green dumpster. Dan turned to face Bradley deep into his green eyes.

"Wait, are we at Sam's house yet?"

Dan kept quiet.

"Where are we?!" Bradley exclaimed.

Dan walked slowly towards Bradley, still staring into his eyes.

Bradley opened his mouth to talk again, but quickly shut it when Dan stepped so close to him only a centimetre separated their chests. The height difference between them made Dan look down at Bradley, and Bradley stretch up his neck to look at Dan.

Bradley's back was held against the dumpster. He saw Dan's lips. They looked so soft, comforting, kissable... And when his hand grabbed his hip and he saw Dan lean in for a kiss, he couldn't help but fall for it...

He closed his eyes, ready to connect his lips with Dan's, but they never did. Bradley felt a pain in his stomach, and it's when he looked down at it that he realized Dan's switchblade had pierced him. Dan's kissable lips stretched into a devilish smile.

Dan pulled the blade out of Bradley's stomach. He was too drunk to defend himself. He only watched Dan stab him one time through the heart before feeling his body go numb. Dan gently touched Bradley's right cheek with his blade, and carved the number 2 into it. He then moved to the left cheek, still smiling mischievously, and carved the numbers 1 and 6.

Dan opened the dumpster lid carefully and dumped Bradley's lifeless body at the bottom. He closed it back again after wiping off his blade and putting it back into his pant's pocket.

He left the dark alley with a satisfied smile on his face.