my shooting. The sunrise was spectacular. All orange and red, the sky ablaze with dancing color.
I crossed the yard, gravel crunching underfoot, and climbed up on the trunk next to him. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, but that was X. He knew I was there.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” I asked. “It might help you work through the next step.”
He gave me a look.
“Who the fuck am I going to tell?” I went on. “I haven’t seen anyone but you for the past two weeks. I’m not fucking Snow White talking shit to birds and fucking dwarfs in the forest.”
X smirked and glanced back across the field. “No, you’re not.”
I sighed, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my hoodie.
“Some fucked up fairy tale,” he murmured.
“When do you have to go?”
“Soon.”
Maybe it was foolish, or completely fucking crazy, but I wanted to go with him. I wanted to see.
“I want to go with you.” It was out before I could slap a filter on my big mouth.
X’s eyes darkened and he snarled. “No. This isn’t for you, Mercy. I won’t let you.”
“I want to see.” I was attracted to the darkness, the thrill…the danger.
X recoiled like I’d slapped him. “My soul is gone,” he wailed. “It’s gone and it’s not coming back. You can’t see it .”
“X, please…”
“Letting you kill Sykes is already too much. I don’t want you…” He ground his teeth together and fisted his hands into his hair.
“You don’t want me to what?”
He glanced up, his eyes flashing with something that looked a lot like desperation.
“X, tell me.”
“I don’t want you to end up like me,” he spat. “A monster. A fucking psychotic killer.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. He was a victim in all of this. Sure, he’d committed the worst crimes possible, but he was made into this against his will.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that!” he roared, shooting to his feet.
I stood to face him, fear the furthest thing from my mind. “Look at you like what, X?”
“Like I’m a lost fucking puppy.” He stepped into me, curling his hands into my hair. His pupils dilated and I realized he wasn’t himself, he was having another episode and my heart twisted. “I’m a monster. I get off on it, Mercy. I denied it for so long, but I like it. I get off on the moment that the life slips from the eyes of my victim.”
“X…” I had to bring him back before he did something he’d later regret. I had to bring him back before he tried to kill me again.
“I-” He jerked still as I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
“Don’t go away,” I whispered as his fingers pulled my hair painfully. “Come back.”
His lips parted as I palmed his cock and his grasp began to slacken. “You can’t see…”
“Okay,” I whispered. “I won’t go.”
X’s lips found my forehead and he melded his body against mine, pinning my hand against his cock.
“Don’t you see?” he whispered.
“What?” I asked, moving against him softly, stroking him to full erection.
“It’s you,” he sighed, rolling his hips forward. “You keep me here.”
I understood exactly what he meant. I kept him in the present. Was he afraid that if I saw him take another life that I would leave him? It was fucked up, this whole thing was, but he’d never lose me. I’d never leave him to deal with his broken mind on his own. Never.
It was far too late to back out of this now.
“I told you, X. I told you when you were fucking me,” I said, my body humming. “ I’m with you . I can't lie about that.”
I pulled my hand away, undoing his jeans and shoving them down over his hips. He was free, ready and primed to fuck and I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to bend me over that tree and slam into my pussy from behind, but I wanted to taste him too much. I wanted to feel him pulse on my tongue, I wanted to suck him dry.
Pushing him back, he leaned against the fallen tree,
I crossed the yard, gravel crunching underfoot, and climbed up on the trunk next to him. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, but that was X. He knew I was there.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” I asked. “It might help you work through the next step.”
He gave me a look.
“Who the fuck am I going to tell?” I went on. “I haven’t seen anyone but you for the past two weeks. I’m not fucking Snow White talking shit to birds and fucking dwarfs in the forest.”
X smirked and glanced back across the field. “No, you’re not.”
I sighed, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my hoodie.
“Some fucked up fairy tale,” he murmured.
“When do you have to go?”
“Soon.”
Maybe it was foolish, or completely fucking crazy, but I wanted to go with him. I wanted to see.
“I want to go with you.” It was out before I could slap a filter on my big mouth.
X’s eyes darkened and he snarled. “No. This isn’t for you, Mercy. I won’t let you.”
“I want to see.” I was attracted to the darkness, the thrill…the danger.
X recoiled like I’d slapped him. “My soul is gone,” he wailed. “It’s gone and it’s not coming back. You can’t see it .”
“X, please…”
“Letting you kill Sykes is already too much. I don’t want you…” He ground his teeth together and fisted his hands into his hair.
“You don’t want me to what?”
He glanced up, his eyes flashing with something that looked a lot like desperation.
“X, tell me.”
“I don’t want you to end up like me,” he spat. “A monster. A fucking psychotic killer.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. He was a victim in all of this. Sure, he’d committed the worst crimes possible, but he was made into this against his will.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that!” he roared, shooting to his feet.
I stood to face him, fear the furthest thing from my mind. “Look at you like what, X?”
“Like I’m a lost fucking puppy.” He stepped into me, curling his hands into my hair. His pupils dilated and I realized he wasn’t himself, he was having another episode and my heart twisted. “I’m a monster. I get off on it, Mercy. I denied it for so long, but I like it. I get off on the moment that the life slips from the eyes of my victim.”
“X…” I had to bring him back before he did something he’d later regret. I had to bring him back before he tried to kill me again.
“I-” He jerked still as I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
“Don’t go away,” I whispered as his fingers pulled my hair painfully. “Come back.”
His lips parted as I palmed his cock and his grasp began to slacken. “You can’t see…”
“Okay,” I whispered. “I won’t go.”
X’s lips found my forehead and he melded his body against mine, pinning my hand against his cock.
“Don’t you see?” he whispered.
“What?” I asked, moving against him softly, stroking him to full erection.
“It’s you,” he sighed, rolling his hips forward. “You keep me here.”
I understood exactly what he meant. I kept him in the present. Was he afraid that if I saw him take another life that I would leave him? It was fucked up, this whole thing was, but he’d never lose me. I’d never leave him to deal with his broken mind on his own. Never.
It was far too late to back out of this now.
“I told you, X. I told you when you were fucking me,” I said, my body humming. “ I’m with you . I can't lie about that.”
I pulled my hand away, undoing his jeans and shoving them down over his hips. He was free, ready and primed to fuck and I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to bend me over that tree and slam into my pussy from behind, but I wanted to taste him too much. I wanted to feel him pulse on my tongue, I wanted to suck him dry.
Pushing him back, he leaned against the fallen tree,
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