Psycho

CHAPTER 7

The boy had fallen asleep just minutes after the gun was carefully tucked under his pillow. His lashes fluttered lightly as delicates snores graced the atmosphere.

The dark haired boy's peaceful sleep carried on for a few hours when suddenly, things turned for the wierd.

Slender fingers began to claw at the sheets, random and violet head movements, kicking feet and reckless body spasms. The scene was outrageously terrifying. He'd thrash and struggle on the bed, raking his fingers through the covers and even scratching at the mattress itself.

It would have been better if it'd ended there but then came an unfamiliar burning and stinging sensation that ran up from his head to the tip of his toes.

The pitch black was all he could see under shut eyelids as jolts of pain travelled through his entire body.

Tiny shudders and sharp gasps although barely audible, began to escape his quaking lips. His throat was getting raspier by the minute. Choking grunts collected thickly in his gullet, forming lumps of despair.

The torturous scene played out for a painfully short while and as the thrashing aggravated, a sudden and piercing scream erupted from the boy and his eyes quickly shot open with his entire body jolting up in a sitting position.

  Beads of sweat laced his creased  brow. A dry throat still released  pants as he sat upon the sheets moist with sweat, his bloodshot eyes stared stiffly into space, a crazed look buried in them. His chest heaved and his heart rasped as his lungs expanded, needing more air than ever before.

  His shaky hand lifted, wiping away at the salty droplets. He felt weak and completely powerless even as his arms pinned to the bed, supporting his weight.

His eyes fluttered repeatedly in hopes of getting rid of the blurriness to his vision. Slowly, his eyes cleared just as he released a huff.

His heartbeat began to slow down as he gradually relaxed. He couldn't see nor hear anything but for some reason, he felt a sudden sharp jolt course through his entire body making him let out a strangled wheeze of pain.

It wasn't too long until suddenly, he felt it no more. His entire body went stiff and his eyes went blank as he slowly got up to look at the small clock on his nightstand. 6:02 pm.

He scrambled off his bed, nearly stumbling to a fall. He caught himself before swiftly jogging out the door and charging down the stairs. As he got to the living room, he noticed the elevator doors were opening so he rushed over, stumbling down to his knees before letting out a small moan of pain.

The elevators had opened a short moment ago. Colton stood still in the lift, watching the small boy as he rose up to his feet. The older man hadn't missed the gentle moan he'd let out as he fell.

"S" he called lowly.

"Yes sir" it came out as a whimper at his hands rubbed and favoured his slightly aching knees. The sound the boy had made fazed the older man in ways he couldn't even recall.

The older shrugged slightly, stepping out of the lift only for the younger to reach for his coat which hung over his forearm.

"Don't worry about it" Colton said making the boy's lips purse slightly.

"Um sir, would you like me to cook you dinner?" He offered.

"Agnes will be here soon, she'll handle it" Colton replied smoothly, walking towards the stairs.

"But I can do it sir, you just have to tell me what you want" he urged, his voice beginning to sound like pleas.

"S" he man's voice turned rigid as he turned over to the boy now.

"Yes sir" his fingers met in a jittery manner as his head fell, avoiding the man's eyes.

"I pay Agnes to cook, wash and clean so if you decide to take over, I'll have to reconsider firing her so it's your pick, boy" he sighed sadly, voicing out a muttered apology to which he didn't get a verbal reply to.

He looked up, finding the man already half way up the stairs. He let out a sharp breath, jogging up the stairs after him.

.......

About an hour later, Agnes had already prepared dinner and was currently washing the cooking utensils in the sink.

Both men were seated at the table. There was silence but it didn't seem to faze Colton. The other boy, however, was feeling quite uncomfortable, shifting and squirming in his seat as if being pricked by needles.

"Um sir" he finally piped, getting the older man's attention.

"H...how was work today?" Colton only gave him a blank look, getting back to his food.

"Normal" he monotoned, biting into a small piece of chicken.

"Uh you came in about a few minutes passed when you said you'd come" the smaller boy muttered, keeping his eyes on his food.

"Kid will you please let me have my dinner" his tone was a bit harsh and the boy flinched, deciding not to probe anymore.

"Sorry" he muttered shakily, nervously picking up his spoon to eat.

Colton sighed shaking his head and about after a few minutes, the younger boy dropped the spoon. All he did was sit and stare at the food with no readable facial expression.

Colton hadn't noticed and continued on with his food. After a couple of minutes, the man patted the napkin against his lips, ascending from the chair.

He was about to retire to his room when he noticed the boy's motionlessness. He stopped to observe before speaking up.

"Hey kid" the boy's head shot up at his words.

"Yes sir?" He squeaked. Colton eyed the plate of food in front of the boy, it almost seemed like it hadn't been touched.

"You didn't eat?" The boy shrugged, looking down again.

"I ate a bit, I'm full it's okay" Colton gave him a suspicious look at first.

"You can go up to your room now" the boy immediately got up, heedlessly heading for the stairs.

Colton was a bit surprised at the level of obedience, well it's not like he's been a rebel since his stay anyway. Colton followed behind him, heading for his room as well.

I think I've stalled long enough...The next chapter will at least be meaningful