CHASE

Chapter 3

All of a sudden his face contorted into a painful expression, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. A low groan left his throat as he twisted in his sleep. I panicked, not sure what to do. Afraid if I woke him up, he'd be angry but then I couldn't watch him like that. He was already sweating, breathing heavy. He looked like he was in so much pain. I subconsciously reached for his chest, gently shaking it to wake him from whatever hell he was going through, before I knew it, he had me flipped onto the bed, with him on top, his hand wrapped around my throat. I didn't realise what had happened until I felt him crushing my windpipe in his grip. Instinctively my hands reached for his wrists and tried to pry him off me as he suffocated me a little more. All the air in my lungs had been trapped and I felt like I'd pass out any minute. His eyes looked wild, as if he was an actual predator. It didn't look like him. The more he strangled me, the darker his eyes got, I could see the veins on his neck popping out while he put all of his strength into crushing my throat. I dug my nails into his wrists, but it wasn't doing much. Tears escaped the side of my eyes, rolling down my face. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe at all. 'Ch..a..s.e.' I managed to whisper out, to my luck, he suddenly eased down his grip and looked at me like I was the one strangling him. Soon after he let go of my throat and jumped off me. He looked just as started as I was. I quickly reached for my neck and rubbed my sore skin, coughing out the damage he'd done.

'Why..' he ran a frustrating hand through his hair, clearly questioning himself for trying to kill me for no reason. I sat there for a few minutes just trying to regenerate my health as I had just almost got killed. My throat felt like it was on fire, I still couldn't breathe through it properly. I watched him carefully, this time ready to run the hell away. I wondered why my heat bracelet hadn't worked, Why it hadn't alarmed the guards, clearly I was scared for my life. Could it be that maybe, just maybe, deep down I knew that he wouldn't have really killed me? God I'm stupid. I wiped at the tears that had dampened my face and stood up, not to leave, no. I was use to being attacked by Becca, I wasn't going to leave him over something he didn't have a control over. Clearly he wasn't in his right mind, what matters is that he stopped.

I inched closer to him, being careful not to upset him or make him mad. He was still stood staring at me, I could see the conflict behind his brown eyes as he watched me get closer to him. 'It's ok.' I half heartedly smiled. 'Still breathing.' My attempt to joke was futile, he looked even more angry now. 'Stay away from me.' His words came out blunt and harsh but I stepped closer, I knew he didn't want to hurt me and I wanted him to know that too. 'Don't.' He objected again, so I stood still this time. I waited. He needed time, time to get himself together and I would give him that.

It felt like hours before he relaxed a little, in reality it had probably been only ten minutes. He stood in silence while I fiddled around in his room, tracing my fingers across the walls. Becca really was gone. Pushing aside the lump in my throat I turned to face him, he looked more at ease now. I was caught off guard when he strode over to me, a part of me wanted to run for the door when I felt his finger trace across my neck. He was looking intently at my throat, I wasn't sure if he wanted to snap my neck or not so I held my breath as if it would save me. 'It's bruised.' He breathed out, his face too close for comfort. 'What? That fast?' I touched over my neck, surprised that it bruised so easy. 'I put too much pressure onto it.' He spoke through clenched teeth. Almost as though he felt bad for almost strangling me to death. I thought psychopaths weren't suppose to feel guilty for their actions. Shrugging my shoulders I smiled up at him. 'It's ok, just don't do that again ok? I like my life.' I tried to ease the tension with some humour which he certainly was not taking well. His eyes lifted from my neck to my face, lingered a few seconds on my lips before he stared right into my eyes then with a quick nod he turned his back to and headed for the ensuite bathroom.

I scanned his entire back for the first time, there was a large tattoo scattered across his skin, barely making his back visible. I couldn't quite make out what the tattoo was but it suited him. It looked quite scary in all fairness. I didn't get to spy on him for too long, he disappeared into the bathroom and then moments later he came back out, his eyes focused on me. I could see that he had poured water over his face, it was still dripping down his chin. 'Are you going to watch me shower?' I thought he was joking but then his facial expression hadn't changed and he looked serious as ever. I inwardly blushed at his question and shook my head. He nodded and turned his back to me again. 'Bye Bella.' My name rolled off his tongue so smooth that it made my insides turn. I quickly got myself together and headed for the door. Feeling slightly insulted that he had rudely just kicked me out, but then again, I did turn up quite unexpectedly.

I let out a deep breath as I left the building, I didn't know what it was about this man but whatever it was, it was leaving me breathless every time I saw him. Psychopaths really do have the charm. But Chase, he was more than a charm, more than skin and bones. For he was.. something else.

Chapter 4

CHASE

I eyed my prey from across the room. I came out to eat in the 'dinner hall' with the rest of the patients here. I had no intentions of entertaining these people around me but I did indeed have my eyes set on someone very important. If it wasn't for her, I'd eat in my room, but for the first time, I got to see her. She hadn't changed much. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, her short brown hair, messy. It looked like she hadn't slept for days and hadn't bothered brushing that filthy hair. I wondered if she was thinking about me, if she wondered when I was going to attack. I bet she was, I bet she could feel my eyes on her at this very moment.

A small smirk crept up my lips and faded just as quick as it had came. I could sense her discomfort all the while her eyes scanned every person in this hall until it fell onto me. If I didn't know any better I would've said she just seen a ghost, her skin paled out and her lips trembled. The fork in her hand fell and clashed onto the floor but her eyes never left mine. I tilted my head to the side, letting her know that I was as real as it gets. With a loud deafening scream, she started to pull on her hair. Wow, she had gone that crazy huh? I could watch her trip out all day long but to my disappointment, the guards ran in and huddled around her, injecting her and then carrying her out of the dinner hall. I watched her limp body get taken out, soon enough, that limp body will be writhing underneath me. My last piece of art. Last piece to finish off the game they started.

I studied the butterknife I'd stole from the dining hall. It wasn't sharp, not sharp at all but I'd have to make it work. Guess that means, more pressure and more pain for my awaiting prey.

'Psychopaths don't belong here'

'You killed your parents? Are we next? Hahahahahah'

'You're crazy, crazy f**k, no wonder your parents abused you!'

Who's laughing now? That's right, none of them. Because they're all dead. I closed my eyes and allowed their insults fill up my head. I allowed the mental, physical and verbal abuse fill up my veins with rage. I allowed it all to come to me, greet me with a burning fire that enflamed my blood. I vowed that I'd end each and every single one of them, every last one. I vowed that they'd wish they never set foot in that orphanage, that they never set eyes on me, because I am, the end to them all, I am, the death of them.

Shoving the knife under my pillow, I waited for the person to walk in. I could feel that it was Bella. Every time she was near me it's like I could feel it, like my mind responded to her presence. As I thought, she walked in, a smile plastered on her face. She always smiled. A smile that made her light up like a candle. I wonder what made her smile, clearly this place was as miserable as it gets. I wasn't exactly her reason to smile either. In fact, it would be more logical if she had a frown on her face when she came to visit.

'Good afternoon Chase.' She didn't come forward this time, instead she sat on the floor with her back against the door. There were chairs in this room, why did she keep sitting on the floor. 'I think you're starting to like me.' She joked. A joke that wasn't funny. 'Maybe if I visit more often you'll even be my best friend.' Ok. She definitely was more messed up in the head than I was. 'I'm kidding gosh. But I brought you something.' I watched her go into her bag and then pull out a pizza box. She looked pretty pleased with herself. 'I thought maybe we could eat some pizza and talk about our day to each other. It's a shame they don't have a tv in here, we could've definitely done with some movies.'

Ignoring everything she had said, I stood up and walked over to her, she was wearing a scarf around her neck, hiding the bruises I'd left on her. She swallowed hard when I crouched down in front of her, I could sense her fear as I pulled on the scarf and removed it from her neck. My eyes scanned the deep purple bruises that were now marking her delicate skin. I traced my fingers over it, causing her to flinch. I looked at her for any objection to my actions but she gave me none, wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeezed a little, she looked scared, clearly not sure why I was squeezing her throat. Just the sight of my fingers wrapped around her thin neck made me hard. I could break her, snap her neck in a second. I liked delicate little things, fragile things, it made me want to overpower her, to show her my strength and what I'm capable of, to give her something to really be afraid about.

'I can kill you before you blink.' I whispered against her mouth. Her bottom lip quivered at my words but she didn't say a thing. 'You keep coming back, maybe that's what you want.' I'm pretty sure she could feel my breath on her skin, I was too close, close enough to take her lips against mine. I stared at her mouth, wanting to kiss them. I'd never wanted to kiss a girl after Sofia. But this one, she made me want things I didn't think I was capable of wanting. 'You want me to talk? This is my type of conversation, Bella.' I licked over her bottom lip and squeezed her throat. She looked like she had been stunned. Her breathing was rapid and her heartbeat was even faster. I could see her chest rising and falling with every second that went by and I quite liked the affect I was having on her.