The Psychopath

He opened his eyes and looked around the dimly lit room, he could barely breathe well due to the strong smell of blood and stench. The last thing he remembered was walking down the street after bidding his friends goodbye. His mind went to his poor mum who would be so worried about him. Still trying to understand how he got here, the giant iron door was pushed open. The door, made of strong steel can only be opened from outside which means just one thing, he's trapped in this death hole. The room is made of concrete with no windows and it's only source of ventilation is the AC vent at the left corner of the room. A man in his late thirties, medium built with a very funny yet scary look walked into the room smirking. He muttered somethings barely above whisper. The young boy looked up to him and asked the only question he could think of " what am I doing here?". The strange man looked at him with an unreadable expression and laughed. The laugh was loud yet hollow, it was funny yet scary. He walked away from the boy to a table placed in the center of the room displaying different shapes and sizes of weapons from knives to matchets, daggers, and chains. The boy's heart missed a beat when he heard the clanking of the chain and before he could process the scene before him, he heard a loud sound and felt a cold liquid dropping to his face. He shouted in pain but his shouts came out muffled because of the old dirty rag stuffed in his mouth. The man sat in front of him with the only iron chair in the room, rusty from years of use or abandonment. He held the boy's chin and looked straight into his eyes as though he was looking into his soul. He smirked and twitched his neck, a gesture the boy has noticed since he walked into the room. Then he started singing a lullaby; Twinkle twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond.... he got interrupted by the door bell and twitched his neck again and this time, his face became dark and unreadable. Filled with horror, you could see he was scared, irritated, angry and confused. Then he murmured " I need to finish this". He looked back at the boy in front of him and stabbed him in the left eye with a pocket knife he had earlier picked from the table, the boy screamed and fell to the hard cemented floor writhing in pain. He then knelt before him and started stabbing him again, this time starting with his stomach then his thighs then his neck finally stabbing him directly in his heart. He took one final look at the poor boy lying lifeless in the pool of his own blood, his expression dark and distant. He hissed, repeated his lullaby this time completely and left the room to answer the door whose bell won't stop interfering his thoughts and fun. He opened the door and found his mum staring strangely at him. It's been 11 months since he last saw her. Looking at her now brought back a lot of memories he thought has been buried deep in a lonely corner of his world. He hates her! She left him when he needed her most, for 15 years he was moving from 1 shelter home to the other because he kept getting into trouble and no one was ready to adopt him. Now she thinks she can just pop out of nowhere and stick around to tell him what to do and what not to do? "I met your brother", his mum's coarse voice interrupted his thoughts and he stared at her strangely. Her words sounded strange and bland " my brother?" He asked chuckling, " he died 5 months after you abandoned us in that dark alley, he died because you weren't there. And I hate you for killing him." His mother looked up at him tears in her eyes. " I never meant to abandon you, I love you " "You're a liar, a pathetic one at that" " I did what I had to do to product you both, if I hadn't left you might be dead by now" " It's a lie, you left because I am different. I heard you talking to Aaron about you being called a nerd's mom." "You hated me, you were ashamed of me so you left and you should leave now and never return." His mum picked up her bag from the dining table and made for the door, she was almost out of the house when she heard some movement in the basement. She paused and looked at him, " do you have compassion?" She asked and he froze. She made to walk over to the door that leads to the basement but he shoved her back and his countenance changed. Something shifted in his eyes and she could swear this young man standing in front of her is a complete stranger. She could swear she has never seen this man before. The coldness of his eyes and the the firmness of his grip on her arm sent cold chills down her spine. She struggled to break free and once out of his grip, she ran like one being chased by a mad dog.