Insanity is a Girl's Best Friend

Chapter 6

 

“What makes up someone’s insanity? It is torture? Experimentation?”

 

I opened my eyes to Fettel’s voice and looked around, finding myself in a very visible room with fire surrounding me. It was hot and I felt a couple beads of sweat roll down my face. “What makes up someone’s insanity? Constant torture for many years......”

 

“How terrible.” Fettel spoke as he walked through the fire and into the room. “Torture, experimentation....so many things in common.”

 

My emerald eyes narrowed. “How are you and I common? You’re psychotic and homicidal, I’m insane.”

 

“And homicidal.” Fettel added with a chuckle. “Don’t forget the man you killed before you came here. And, I found something interesting about you.”

 

I quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, do tell Fettel.”

 

“The reason you went insane....was because of your parents’ death.”

 

My eyes widened. “How did you-?”

 

“Know that?” he questioned with a chuckle and approached me. I didn’t back anyway, I couldn’t find the strength to. Once he was 2 feet away from me, he reached up and tapped the side of my head with two fingers. “I can see into your memories Genesis.” His hand suddenly tangled itself in my hair and tilted my head back so my neck was exposed to him. He leaned down and skimmed his nose along my neck, breathing in my scent.

 

“What do you want from me?” I pressed my hands against his shoulders in an attempt to push him away, but he had a strong grip on my hair that I would have to cut it in order for me to get away.

 

“What do I want from you?” Fettel repeated the question, his hot breath against my neck. “What if I said........I wanted.....you?”

 

I was confused. “What?”

 

He tilted my head forwards and before I could question him, his lips smashed against mine, causing me to inhale sharply and squeeze my eyes shut. His lips tasted metallic, blood I assume. He stepped forwards, causing me to step backwards until my back hit the wall. His hand hooked around my waist and pulled me even closer until our bodies were pressed tightly together.



Even though it was forbidden and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself from returning the kiss. I don’t know if it was one of anger or one of dominance. His other hand released the iron grip on my hair and instead, curled around my shoulders like a snake. My hands rested on his waist and I gripped the clothing when he opened my lips and began attacking my mouth.



I didn’t know if I should be.....calm or relaxed about this. Or if I should be trying to get away. I mean, this IS Paxton Fettel I’m talking about. The guy’s a psychotic, homicidal maniac, not to mention a cannibal.



He left my lips and trailed down to my neck, causing me to let out a strangled moan. “Is this a dream?” I breathed.



“This is a dream.”



And then I woke up. “Fuck….what kind of shit was that?”

 

Two seconds later, my cell (which was like the same one Fettel was kept in) door opened and Shawn walked in, along with Nigel. Great............ I thought sarcastically. “Can you two explain what the hell happened? The last thing I remembered was sitting in the interrogation room.”

 

The two men exchanged glances and then Shawn brought out his gun and pointed it at me. “What are you-?”

 

“Shut up.” Shawn demanded and my emerald eyes narrowed. “We want to talk to Fettel.”

 

“What the fuck are you-?” before I could finish, a gunshot echoed throughout the soundproof room and went into my thigh. I yelled out in pain and clutched my thigh. “What the fuck was that for you ass?!!” I screamed at him.

 

“Shawn, her eye.” Nigel pointed at my left eye.

 

“Fettel, we know you’re in there.”

 

I felt my lips curl up in a maniac smirk. “Of course I’m here.” My voice was a mix of mine and Fettel’s. I could literally feel him inside my mind, controlling me. I chuckled darkly, which sent visible shivers up both men’s spines. “Oh, how delightful. You’re afraid.”

 

“Why would we be afraid of you psycho?” Nigel asks.

 

I chuckled again, my right arm rising as a red smoky mist began to come off. “Because you should.” I launched a blast at Nigel, sending him into the wall and knocking him unconscious. I grabbed the switchblade from my back pocket and pounced on Shawn, knocking him to the ground. “Now, what shall I do first….?” I glanced at his limbs and down his body.

 

My gaze landed on his chest and I ran the blade down his chest. Shawn gasped and I grinned darkly. “So, you wanna die slow and painful, or quick and painless?”

 

“I-I……”

 

“I guess that means quick and painless.” I shrugged. “Oh well, I was hoping for a fight.” With one swift move, I slit his throat and he choked on his own blood before finally dying.

 

And then a knife was plunged deep into my shoulder. I don’t know if it was Fettel or I that screamed, but probably me. The connection between Fettel and I broke and I fell to the ground, trying to get the knife out but a foot landed roughly on my shoulder and I was pinned to the ground.

 

The knife was yanked out of my shoulder and I grimaced. A hand roughly grabbed my hair and yanked me up painfully, turning me around to face Nigel. “You’re nothing like the Genesis we knew.” He snarled. “The Genesis we knew never killed people she didn’t have to kill!” and he thrusted the knife into my side, twisting it.

 

This time, I screamed out in pain. Nigel resorted to punching me across the face and then throwing me to the floor. I don’t know how long he punched and kicked me around, but I was pretty goddamn weak as he finished.

 

Nigel brought out his gun and aimed it at my head. “This is for Genesis.” He snarled and was about to pull the trigger, but then a hand came through his chest.

 

“Oh please, the other Genesis was just as crazy.” Fettel spoke in a matter-of-fact tone and then yanked his hand out, Nigel’s corpse falling to the floor. He turned his gaze to me, his icy blue eyes staring into my own emerald green ones. “You look like shit.”

 

“G-gee, I wonder w-why…..” I felt bile rise in my throat and I coughed, blood splattering on the floor before me. I heard Fettel’s footsteps approach me and he carefully slipped an arm underneath my back and the other under my knees, picking me up bridal-style. “If I die………….t-then I’m going to torture you for all eternity.”

 

“Dully noted. Just don’t die.” He began walking and my vision began to blur.

 

“……….I’ll try….” My voice was barely a whisper and then my eyes closed and I was pulled into the cold arms of darkness.

 

…………………………….

 

“What’s the situation?”

 

“Female, 22-years old. Several stab wounds, several cuts and bruises and a gunshot wound. We need to hurry! Her heartbeat is dropping fast!”

 

Fettel followed the nurses and doctors as they rushed Genesis to the ER. The one thing he noticed now was that he could make himself appear to the humans, like he did to the paramedic to give Genesis to him.

 

He leaned against the wall as they rushed to work on Genesis. “Blood pressure is dropping!” a nurse shouted.

 

“We’re losing her!”

 

And that’s when Fettel heard the flat-line beep and his eyes narrowed. The doctors tried shock on her, but Genesis’s heart would not beat. “That’s it. What’s the time?” a male doctor asked.

 

“2:37 pm.”

 

I will decide when Genesis dies, not THEM. Fettel snarled mentally and walked to the table Genesis laid on. He leaned down to her ear and whispered. “I will only do this once. You die on me one more time and I won’t bring you back.” With that, his hand became transparent and reached into her body, holding her heart in his hand. He gave it a squeeze and then it began to beat again.

 

“She’s back!”

 

“Okay, let’s patch her up.”

 

Fettel stepped back and watched.