CHAPTER NINE // OWEN LEX WESLEY | PART ONE
[WORD COUNT: 1820]
[TOTAL: 25909]

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My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, causing my knuckles and the tips of my fingers to pale. They clenched and unclenched in a rhythmic pattern as the couple behind be giggled incessant and useless phrases that meant nothing other than broken promises. Their names were German and Pamela, pronounced ‘Herman’. The pronunciation bothered me to no ends that it took everything in me to stop myself from swerving the car over the ledge of the bridge to repeat history. I somehow managed to hold back and settled for making conversation between the couple before I ended their lives. I couldn’t keep on hearing their sappy voices without the anger brewing inside of me rising to uncontrollable levels. 

“So you said your names were German and Pamela?” I said, my fingers wrapping and unwrapping themselves around the steering wheel. The palm of my hand began to coat with a thin line of sweat, a warning my body sent me of some sorts. I needed to get this anger out now before something bad happened. 

‘Herman’ responded by nodding. “Yeah, we actually were travelling to New Jersey but our ride ditched us. We really ‘preciate the help, man.” He had a slight accent, one I couldn’t pinpoint and it bothered me. I took a chance and glanced at my image in the mirror, immediately noticing that my dark brown eyes had changed to black, both of my irises dilated. My forehead had earned a thick coat of sweat, causing my locks of hair to stick to my forehead. This wasn’t good. 

I pulled the windows down and hoped that the fast wind would brush away any signs of sweat. “Call–Call me Lux.” 

“Okay Lux,” Pamela sent me a smile. “It would be okay if you just dropped us near a subway station or something like that.”

I bit my lip roughly, hiding the sinister sweet grin that threatened to overtake my face. Millions of harsh, deathly thoughts evaded my mind, and I welcomed the thoughts with ease. Different scenarios flashed through my mind of the couple’s death. Such a pleasant sight it was. An idea stuck out from the rest, and I decided that I would do what I desired the most. 

It was more complex way of dealing with my victims but it would be fun nonetheless. “That would be fine, Pamela. If you don’t mind me asking, how do you plan to get to New Jersey through a subway?”

The couple exchanged glances and smiled at each other. The sight sickened me and it only made my stomach twist and jump in circles as the death I had planned for them danced through my mind. “We–uh, it was apart of our last things to do together before we–” German began. 

“–before we separated for the second semester of college,” Pamela finished, nudging German. “It’s a fun way to–” I didn’t bother listening to the rest of her sentence as the anger consumed any logical thought I had left. I felt sinister, more sinister than the devil at the mere thought of controlling who lived and who died on this earth. Only few were granted with this power and I was one of the lucky ones given the chance to do so. I felt like a complete God, with powers only I could use and it was astonishing, implausible but true. 

I let go of the amnesia facade that was holding any sanity I had left inside and I found myself laughing as I embraced the demonic feelings. I vaguely heard Pamela stop speaking while she took in my crazed laugh and it only made me laugh harder.

“Lux?” German’s disgusting voice drove me to do the one thing I had been holding back on. I glanced around for two whole seconds, noticing that there was only one other car in the highway. I ignored the drivers protruding eyes, thankful that the windows I had were heavily tinted and began to speed over the limit. I wasn’t planning to repeat history again by driving off the bridge. I had long ago passed the bridge and had something entirely different planned.

“Did you know something, ‘Herman’?” I bit my lip eagerly as the sadistic smirk creeped on my face as I met his confused and slightly petrified eyes through the rearview mirror. “Your name fucking sucks.” And with that, I quickly glanced at the speed I was at. 100. It was more than enough. “Do you have your seatbelts on?” They didn’t, I knew that as soon as they entered the car. 

I braced myself for the impact and slammed my two feet on the brakes, wincing as everything seemed to still for a few moments. Their screams echoed through my ears as I felt and heard the satisfying crunch of their heads slamming against the seats of my car, along with the horrendous screech of the tires gritting along the road with a loud, annoying, and persistent whine. It was beautiful, in a way, as I managed to somehow avoid my head being slammed into the steering wheel while the two stupid lovebirds behind me didn’t have the same fate. 

The crunch echoed through my mind as the car stilled to a stop, in the middle of the highway where no one was at, especially at this time of night. I pulled to the side of the road and parked the car. The car that was beside me previously was long gone, somewhere behind me a few miles. I had time, less than five minutes but it was time. I quickly got out of the car and ignored the flimsiness and weakness of my legs. I was a God, God’s were not weak and needed to have strength at all times. My mind roared at the possibility of being hurt in any way possible but I pushed the thought away. Now was not the time for such foolish thoughts when the lovesick couple was probably regaining consciousness. 

I jerked the door open and immediately grinned at the sight before me, thoughts of being hurt vanishing from my mind. Once again, it was a beautiful sight, seeing them crumbled on the floor while the other had their head on the window with a thick line of blood trickling down their forehead. I heard moaning and groaning from Pamela on the ground and I know I had to do something soon before she managed to wake up. 

I shut the door in case any other cars passed by and walked towards the trunk, my eyes landing on the small bottle of chloroform stashed in the corner with a wad of tissues beside it. The sick, sinister grin stayed on my face as my eyes blazed with murder and a plan to do something, while I fervently grabbed the tools and brought it to where Pamela and German were situated, slightly conscious and unconscious.

I dabbed a huge amount on the wad of tissue and brought it to Pamela’s panicked, rushed breaths. She thrived and wiggled uselessly to no avail until she stilled as the life drained out of her momentarily. Her breaths became even and long, dragged out and pacing slowly. I transferred my attention towards German and did the same as I did to Pamela. He even managed to open his eyes, but they soon fluttered shut as the line that was trickling down his forehead passed the corner of his left eye and to his cheek.

My grin widened at the marvelous sight. My fingers twitched, dropping the wad of tissue and chloroform as it found it’s way to the trickling line of blood. My pointer grazed the blood, feeling the warmth wet the pad of my finger. I brought it to my line of vision and fixated my frenzied gaze towards the droplet of blood, suddenly fascinated at the sight. It was small, smaller than a pea and was a deep shade of red. It dug into the other miniscule spaces on my finger and I found myself staring at it intensely, as if it had a deeper meaning rather than just the clean blood of a man who was in love. It made me wonder, was my blood this dark shade of a color? Was it lighter, more clearer than the dark rosy spot on my finger? Was it tainted and was darker than black, since I ended so many lives in my lifetime? I knew it was tainted since I had no regrets or even guilt, when I should, but it made me wonder. Did the color of our blood determine and represent who we are and what we did during our time on Earth? What if it did? 

I snapped out of my reverie and tore my gaze away from the droplet of blood and wiped it on my jeans, knowing instantly that I had to burn these jeans while I had the chance. I had already started off messily by doing this–hence the blood stains in the seats, windows, and now on my clothing–and by doing this in broad daylight, when I preferred doing my killings in the enclosement of my basement. I shook my head as the demonic feelings possessed any cleansed emotion I had and got out of the back seat, into the drivers seat.

I made a U-Turn and drove towards the bridge that separated Brooklyn from Manhattan and focused on driving to my home, where Bane most likely wasn’t. I had instructed him to get Holland out of jail in a hazy phase, since the anger I had at Lynn was still brewing in the pit of my stomach. My fingers twitched at the reminder of Lynn, and all I wanted to do was to have her in my basement begging for mercy while I tested out my other methods of pain and torture.

I knew everything there was about the human body and I knew the limits. I knew when enough blood surpassed the boundaries the skin enforced the body would eventually begin to slow down, due to the fact of low blood. It was–once again–a beautiful sight, to see how long the body would withstand my methods of torture. Despite what the statistics said, it was only an average guessing. Each body was different than the other and it was intriguing to find out how long each body would stand under my torture methods.

I didn’t plan on testing out my methods of torture with the lovesick couple behind me. No, I planned on doing something similar towards a quick death for them.

I was saving my plans of torture for Lynn. Like I had said numerous times before, she had absolutely no idea what was coming her way. I just had to be patient and wait for the time to come.

The only problem was that I was not a patient man. 

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