Psychopath - (Story)

[Mystik]

Warning: This story is NOT for everyone. If you have a sick humor, you should get a kick out of this. Vulgarity, sexual content, drug use and murder can be seen throughout this story. If you cannot handle this kind of stuff then do not read. Other then that, I hope you enjoy and give me feedback.

Prequel

Watching a city burn down for the first time is something romantic. Maybe not in your eyes, but in mine it is nothing less of beautiful. Screaming in the distance, flames erupting from every which way, smoke pillowing high into the sky and the unlucky few who escape from this salvation.

I'm sorry; I really should start with how this happened. You see, my name is {name restricted} and I am what some people would call, a "psychopath". While this is entirely not true, people see the world as they want and in this ****ed up society that is what I am. In my eyes, I am just ahead of the curve, trying to show everyone that what they see is wrong.

Now I am a wanderer. I have no home to go to nor do I have a destination. I just wander from town to town, city to city and state to state. I wear the same thing every day; black jeans, nice leather shoes, a button up black shirt with thin white stripes falling around in patterns, a purple tie and a small top hat. Oh and I carry my best friend Richard around on my back.

Richard has been with me since the beginning, he was the one to open my eyes. He showed me a world I could actually understand, something I could grip with my mind's eye! It was fascinating, to say the least. Me and him, however, don't always see eye to eye. We do have our scuffles here and there, but we are best friends so we push through such trifle matters.

Now then, three days ago I entered this town. I learnt a long time ago that it is always better to know nothing of the place you are, that way innocence can be achieved that much better. However, innocence can't always be obtained, especially when a town such as this has its name plastered on every sign it can get its fat, grubby hands on.

Mountain City isn’t the most creative name in the world but quite "to the point", if you will. The city is boxed in by mountains on each side. To travel to and fro from said city you must cross under the mountain via highway. Quite rigorous and annoying I know, that is why me and Rich scaled the goddamn mountain. If you were wondering, it did cause a bit of a clash with me and him.

"If I climb this mountain, I will be so ****ing tired from the hike, I won't be able to climb back down."

"Cry some more you ****ing pussy."

"Well how about you carry me then."

"You know I have no arms or legs, how the **** am I supposed to do that?"

"Lazy prick."

So, needless to say, I climbed the mountain. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. There was the incident with the bears, but that was nothing. It’s not like we killed them, ate their meat and skinned their cubs for warmth. I am not that heartless....am I?

Regardless, night came and went. The morning sun was a pleasant surprise, seeing as I had spent the previous days travelling in rain. Packing up what we have been calling "camp" for the last two years; a tent that leaked, half a sleeping bag and some rods to hold all of it together. We had our sights set for the town. How we actually got there...well...

"Alright kid, we are going to try snowboarding down the hill."

"Sounds like a plan Rich. Two problems though... One, we don't have a snowboard."

"Right...Right..."

"And two, there is no ****ing snow on the ground."

"Formalities my friend! Formalities! Grab a big enough rock, go from there."

You would think, snowboarding without snow or a snowboard would be a piece of cake. Well let’s say if it weren't for Rich, my arm would be shattered in fifteen different places. I must have fallen down that mountain for at least ten minutes. How I avoided trees for that long, God only knows.

After thanking Richard for taking the fall and fixing up my arm, which was now in a make shift cast and hang, we were entering the main gate into the city. I was a bit tired at that time, so heading straight for the inn was my plan. Rich would probably go out and gamble away a portion of our savings like always, come back and cry on my shoulder. I suppose this is why we make such a good team in the long run.

Instead of explaining to you how the guards wouldn't let us pass, how we dismembered then, tied up the body parts and threw them into the nearby river, I am going to tell you how the weather was turning out for the day. It was partly dry, sunny with some clouds (billows to be precise). The animals seemed to be wary of our presence but they continued on with their daily ritual.

Walking past the gates, the city was boring. People looked as though they were just drifting in their cycles. The buildings even seemed to sag a bit in boredom. Gray was the most prominent colour throughout this pathetic city. I actually wanted to throw up right then and there. This city disgusted me.

"Calm down. Settle your stomach and let’s get to the closest inn."

Closing my eyes momentarily I regained composer and walked straight for the inn. Walking inside it had a slight Japanese theme, cute. Wooden floors, Japanese writing (also known as ‘kanji’) and a few plant here and there (most likely trying to create a Feng Shui).

After having a brief chat with the receptionist, a cute brunette with great legs, we were given our key and headed up stairs. We had a nice chat, it went something like-

"Why does no one ever ****ing see me?"

"It could have something to do with the fact you are strapped to my back like, twenty four seven."

"Shut the **** up."

"Just saying...oh, that reminds me. I am assuming you are going gambling tonight as always, correct?"

"You want to **** the receptionist don't you?"

"Like no tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will be out of your hair soon."

"I might go masturbate now before my dick explodes with anticipation."

"Beautiful sentiment, {name restricted}."

- or something along those lines...

Well the night went on, Rich went and got wasted and blew off a good thousand dollars no doubt while I ra- had sex with the young receptionist, whose name happened to be Michelle. I could talk about her beautiful pussy for hours, but I am not one to kiss and tell.

So I lied, I am one to kiss and tell. Her double C tits looked great tied up, two black eyes to match her broken nose, her shaved pussy that I ****ed till I came about twice until I ate her out and of course her legs which I cut up with a small razor. I can only hope she had as much fun as I did that night.

The next morning I awoke to see Rich on top of me, I was startled so I pushed him off and onto the floor. I giggled like a school girl as I watched him bounce like a bouncy ball. But Rich has always been a heavy sleeper, so he would probably sleep in until noon “ish”. By then we would have to leave or else we would never make it up to the mountains in time.

After popping two pills and zoning out for a good five hours, Rich finally awoke and we begun packing up.

"I don't know why you don't just pack up while I am asleep. I mean, I can't even help for Christ sakes."

"It helps us bond, dickless."

"Uncalled for."

Packed up, we began to walk around the outskirts of the city. This is where the town could be purged, this is why me and Rich had trained ourselves and this was my purpose in life (one of many). We went separate directions to cover more ground, placing our "things" here and there. When we met back up in the middle, we bought a barrel of gun powder and "dropped" it near the front gate. Tonight, I would see beauty once more.

A six hour hike is boring to talk about, so let me tell you about the "things" we placed about the town. They have no name but could be referred to as a bomb. They are about the size of a fist and stick to anything once activated. After seven hours they release a flammable gas for thirty minutes until empty. At this point they begin to begin to light like lighters with flint. I wanted to call them "Fire balls from heaven and hell", but Rich didn't go for it. I was disappointed to say the least.

So this brings me back to where we started, the city burning. Screaming in the distance brought tears to my eyes. This was one of the few times I would allow myself to cry for the sole purpose that anyone would cry after seeing something that is beautiful beyond words. The perfect way for a town to purge itself from its disgusting and vile nature, hopefully the citizens of the town will praise God for allowing adventure and beauty to enter their city. As the flames kick around and jump in excitement, so do I in my heart.

To be continued...

[chii]

ummmm all i can say is wow...

[letsbuildafire]

Originally Posted by chii

ummmm all i can say is wow...

about twice!

[Zakiel]

First of all, this story might be a bit too much, I don't know. I personally think it might be too much for the forum.

While your "Richard" idea is mildly interesting, which unless I misunderstand, he doesn't actually exist, the rest seems to just be there to be there. If it is all like that, I'd have to say this is like torture porn. There doesn't seem to be much logical consistency with the character or the plot.

To me it seemed you just wrote it because you wanted write about dismembering guards, then proceeding with raping torturing, and then murdering a girl. To top it off, you "set a city on fire" with some unknown "bombs" for some unknown reason and why would a "wanderer" have them anyway?

something I could grip with my mind's eye!

I don't even know what to say about this.

You see, my name is {name restricted}

I felt that this was poorly executed. At least have something minimally sensible. Here is an example, "You see, my name is...well, names don't matter. They are just trite labels we apply to ourselves to make ourselves feel special, unique. They disgust me."

I wear the same thing every day; black jeans, nice leather shoes, a button up black shirt with thin white stripes falling around in patterns, a purple tie and a small top hat.

This amuses me because it seems like such a cliche to me, and yet is so utterly ridiculous. My first thought was Quentin Taratino's character in a Clockwork Orange, but it isn't that similar.

Now then, three days ago I entered this town. I learnt a long time ago that it is always better to know nothing of the place you are, that way innocence can be achieved that much better.

I don't understand. You mean to look like you are someone innocent and not draw attention? With the the outfit he's wearing, he's certainly going to draw attention.

Quite rigorous and annoying I know, that is why me and Rich scaled the goddamn mountain.

Why? Just because? Is it a "lol so random XD" kind of thing?

It’s not like we killed them, ate their meat and skinned their cubs for warmth. I am not that heartless....am I?

I don't know if this was supposed to be a moment of introspection or something, but all I got from it was that he must like animals more than people.

"Alright kid, we are going to try snowboarding down the hill."

"Sounds like a plan Rich. Two problems though... One, we don't have a snowboard."

"Right...Right..."

"And two, there is no ****ing snow on the ground."

"Formalities my friend! Formalities! Grab a big enough rock, go from there."

"lol so random XD" again. All this says to me is that "Nameless" has a very loose grip on reality.

Rich would probably go out and gamble away a portion of our savings like always, come back and cry on my shoulder.

Um, okay....er wait.

You know I have no arms or legs, how the **** am I supposed to do that?"

How does he even...

Closing my eyes momentarily I regained composer and walked straight for the inn. Walking inside it had a slight Japanese theme, cute. Wooden floors, Japanese writing (also known as ‘kanji’) and a few plant here and there (most likely trying to create a Feng Shui).

Really seemed out of place to me.

"Why does no one ever ****ing see me?"

This is when I decided 100% that either Richard doesn't exist, or this just one of the worst things I've read.

Her double C tits looked great tied up,

Does he always carry rope? You summarized everything here and just explained what happened. Double C isn't a even bra size.

I giggled like a school girl as I watched him bounce like a bouncy ball.

I don't even....


In conclusion, this seems like it was written by some teen who wanted to write about gratuitous sex and violence with minimal plot and character development, other than the fact that he's a sexual sadist and an arson. Enjoy writing out, and vicariously living through, your fantasies presented in story form.

[NimirRa]

I can't thank letsbuildafire enough for linking me to this...

Have you heard of NaNoWriMo....?

[Mystik]

Originally Posted by NimirRa

I can't thank letsbuildafire enough for linking me to this...

Have you heard of NaNoWriMo....?

No I have not heard of that. I will look it up after this post.


Also for Zakiel above this, thank you for the harsh criticism. You picked up quite a lot within just the prequel. Although some of your statements were slightly over judgmental. I would rather let my story do the talking then me sit here and explain it. Although I will try to do a quick synopsis.

Like I said, I would rather not give away everything but here is somethings that you had a gripe about.
First off, I want to state this is not torture porn. This is a story following a man who is trying to cleanse the world, or so he thinks.
I am glad you enjoyed Richard and picked up on it so quickly.
As this is only the prequel, there isn't supposed to be consistency yet. As chapters go by you will see the characters acting the same way.
Innocence was meant to be thought of as "playing dumb" not as in "I am so innocent and not weird."
The Japanese hotel really wasn't out of place. In real life I have visited plenty of hotels that have a "theme".
As the story progresses, you will start to understand why the "name disclosed" is like that. It's for legality reason as Nameless is actually describing these events to a "Police" force if you will.

Once again. This story isn't for everyone. More so for those who enjoy a twisted sense of humor and like the minds of criminals.

[Mystik]

Chapter One: Making Friends

“Tell us about Richard, {Name Restricted}.”

So you want to know about Rich, aye? Me and Richard go way back. I think we met sometime when I was ten; perhaps I was a bit older. I can never remember dates correctly, that is Rich’s job. Now then, what I do remember is red.

Ah yes, my birthday. Red was and will always be my favourite colour, so my birthday balloons had to be red; there were no ifs, ands or buts about it! My cake, I remember was blue. Why that incompetent woman that I am forced to call my mother bought a blue cake is beyond me. The **** knows I love red, but then she went and pulls a stunt like this.

Well that’s when I met Richard. He strolled up to me in his wheelchair and said something along the lines of...

"I am in love with the red balloons, but what is up with the blue cake? Kind of throws the whole party out of proportion."

"Yeah, but my mommy only made one mistake. So it’s ok."

“Your, uh, 'mommy'? I thought you were turning thirteen? Isn't it time to put that word away for good?"

Ah, so that’s how old I was...

"Good point, my name is {Name Restricted}. Who are you?"

"Names Richard. Some kids call me Richy. I killed 'em."

God, Rich was funny back then.

"Your funny. Want to be friends?"

"Sure."

I realize it wasn’t the most interesting way to meet someone who would eventually become your best friend, but it wall always stick out in my mind. Especially when Rich propelled himself onto the blue cake screaming, “He just wants red”. He was always humorous, even in my lows he could pick me up and show me the light once more. But that is for another time.

Surprisingly enough we lived in the same little shithole village of “Rosdale”. Tiny, barely over two hundred people and nothing to do, so that is when me and Rich made a pact to start having more “fun” in our lives. Whether that meant hitting each other with swords or stealing from the local service station, no matter what we would do, it would be fun.


However, as time went on I progressively started to drift more and more. Life seemed endless as people would do the same thing over and over again. I began to get depressed. The world was filled with people who only wanted material things, never helping each other or working on themselves in a spiritual way. This ****ing disgusted me. I hated the world because of it.

Days. Weeks. Years. Time seemed to move freely past me at that venture. I felt as though I was stuck. How long had I been standing here? Confused in bewilderment, wondering if life were to change? At that time, I felt as thought I was suffocating myself with these dark thoughts of hopelessness and worthlessness. I wanted to help but I could do nothing. Sure I could rob a bank and give some money to the poor, but Robin Hood values don’t ****ing work now adays.

Thankfully, Richard pulled me out of these thoughts. One day he dragged me (well, to his best ability), down to the beach like we normally would do. (A side note, he almost drown once. Funniest thing in the world, no seriously.) We talked for hours, discussing our lives what we plan to do with ourselves, blah blah blah. That’s when he said this.

"I want to see the world, but seeing as I have no legs it’s a bit hard. So I want you to come with me. Strap me on your back if you have to, as long as I can get out there."

"Mm."

"{Name Restricted}, have you ever looked around and just felt disgusted with what you saw? Have you ever felt like there is more to life than just dickin’ around in some small town?"

“More so then usual."

"Do you remember when your girlfriend broke up with you when you were sixteen? Danielle was it?"

"It was Michelle but whatever, yeah."

“I remember when I told you to throw the water balloons at her and you hadn’t realized that they were filled with gasoline. Your face was funny as ****, but the point is. When she became alit, as she glowed with the fire; she looked as though she were an angel. She was beautiful. Maybe just maybe...I feel like we could cleanse this world. People sit around and do nothing but pollute and waste away. We could clean out this trash. I don't know, maybe I am just dreaming too much... "

Richard, my best friend, had understood my thoughts without me even having to say them. Sometimes I could feel like he could read me better than anyone else out there. I understood, then and there. That I would be the one to make the difference, how at that point I had no idea. So I took on the job; a cleaner, a fixer, someone who could purify this planet. So you can say, thank you {Name Restricted}.

What happened next? I couldn’t tell you as my mind is fuzzy. Perhaps it’s the medication you gave me to calm me down; however, your earthly **** does nothing to me. Had I wanted to I could have broken out ages ago. But that is not my game. Not while you hold Richard hostage. Why don’t you tell me where he is so I can get up and slit your throat you ****ing pig?

“{Name Restricted}, relax. Richard is being held in a very nice cell right now. Nothing is going to happen to him unless you refuse to co operate.”

Then I suggest you ask your next question so I can get lost in my thoughts again. Being here in this room is pissing me off to no end.

To be continued...

[mussolini]

I get the feeling that sharing this story with anti-socials might be a good way to upset them...

[Zakiel]

I didn't post about this since I didn't have it up yet, but here's a blog post that's marginally related to this.

I don't know if you are going for realism, or if you actually means he's sociopath rather than a misnomer, but I can't say that's he a sociopath.

If you are going for realism, I suggest reading up on topics, whatever they may be, not just about sociopaths that you want to include in your story, it'd certainly wouldn't hurt. ^_^

NOTE: I had a lot more typed out, but the site went down for a few minutes and I lost it.