Rage

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Elias Cross

W hen you plead insanity, there is no erasing that from your history. It’s embedded in it forever. Which is why no one ever does...because to plead insanity, you must be insane.

You can’t fake it.

I know because some try and as soon as they see what's in store for the insane here, they beg for the system to imprison them instead.

It was easy escaping that place. The guards aren’t the smartest or maybe they just haven’t met anyone smarter than them. I left in the night, when they were all in a meeting discussing whatever the fuck they were, I snatched the pass off one of the nurse’s trolleys as they all assumed we were all drugged off our heads, asleep. Threw on a white coat and walked out of the fucking place without anyone blinking at me twice.

Headlights approach from ahead and as they get closer, the truck slows to a stop and rolls the passenger window down.

“Aren’t you far from home?” a man likely in his forties asks.

“Get out of the truck.” I walk around to the driver's side and step up to open the door.

“Are you fucking crazy, man?”

“Just fled from an asylum actually.” I pull him out of the truck, he yells as his body hits the ground and I take his seat.

Blood. Pain. No mercy.

I’m coming for you, Liam Schneider.

The hours don’t feel like hours anymore, even the four I’ve spent driving this heavy fucking truck down a road more deserted than a cemetery at night. Funny, when you’re free time doesn’t feel as important, until it’s being taken from you. Squinting, I try to make sense of the image in front of me and as I get closer, I stop.

Two bodies.

One in the passenger seat of the car and the other on the ground.

Don’t involve yourself, Elias.

The voice in my head sometimes has my wellbeing in mind, but the other voice always wins.

Aren’t you curious?

Stepping out of the truck, I scan the area and as I make my way around the car, I spot a woman in a pool of blood when something presses against the back of my head.

“Don’t move or I’ll do some more decorating,” a velvety voice dances in my ears, and I smile, raising my hands in surrender.

“Don’t shoot, I’m just passing through.” As I turn around, I wince at the sight of her face. “Are you?—”

“I’m fine. Get in the truck,” she demands.

“No.”

“I said get in the truck.” She presses the barrel against my chest and all the blood in my veins rushes to my dick.

“Did you do that?” I ask, nodding to where the bodies lay.

She stays quiet, unwilling to engage.

“Why don’t you just take the fucking truck then?”

“I...” She hesitates, gripping the gun tighter. “I can’t drive a manual.”

I smile, knowing that she needs me.

“Right. Well, it looks like we’re in this together then.”

She gives me a ‘what the fuck’ look and scoffs as she walks to the truck. “Take off that fucking coat, everyone who has a brain can tell you’re not a doctor.”

Climbing into the truck, she still has the gun pointed at me.

“Yeah, this isn’t moving, so deal with it.” She nods to the road. “One wrong move and I’ll shoot you in the fucking dick, now drive.”

Fuck, I should’ve readjusted my cock before getting in.

She is the most exquisite thing I’ve seen, with her scars, bruises and dried blood covering her face. I want to call up my dead mother and tell her I met someone who stole a piece of my crazy. I would say heart, but I fear I may not have one of those.

“Did you kill them?” I ask, starting up the truck.

“Yes, and I’m not afraid to add another to my list, so be quiet.”

Oh mama. She’s bossy.

I fucking love it.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s no we .” She keeps her eyes on me, and I smile, excited for what I’m about to find out.

Who did that to her face?

Where did she come from and how can I make her touch me?

She goes quiet, and I assume she’s just thinking but when I look over, the gun is now resting on her lap, her hands shaking and the tears just falling from her eyes in silence.

A moment ago, I thought I didn’t have a heart but in this very second, I can feel something beneath my chest move. I want to ask her what happened. However, I don’t want to push her.

“It’s okay, you know,” I speak, hoping some of my words might comfort her.

“What is?” She sniffs, her tears mixing with the blood on her hands as she wipes her cheek.

“To kill.” I keep driving, the empty road, just getting longer and longer. “I’ve done it and I’m going to do it again.”

“What?” She holds the gun firmly with both hands and my laugh bellows through the truck cabin.

“Don’t be worried, slasher, it’s not going to be you.”

The silence in the cabin tells me she’s scared, and she shouldn’t be. Not of me, because she’s done nothing wrong by me.

“Some very inhumane people did some very bad things, and the police won’t do anything about it because they’re all being paid to keep their mouths shut. So, I’m going to staple their mouths to their asses...like a human centipede.” I’m practically giddy at the thought. I have so many things I could do. So many lives I could destroy in so many ways and it makes me horny to think about it.

“Are you?—”

“Insane?” I chuckle. “I’ve been called worse.”

“No really, who are you?” she asks, still holding the gun.

“Elias Cross,” I give her a sly smile. “Now are you going to tell me your name or am I going to see your face on a television somewhere?”

“Rue...Rue Bennett.”