Yep. I'm a psychopath.
On the outside, I'm a normal girl. Nothing special, I don't stand out to anyone, don't exceed in any area, but inside, I'm so fucked up.
I kill people when I'm frustrated, kill people when I'm sad. It's just the way my brain works.
Nico had come into the ladies room after I puked, he didn't seem to be in the best emotional state either, but seeing him there, dark and mysterious, I hated him.
So I killed him. And got caught for the first time in my life.
Dang it.
I guess I should back up and explain where it all started.
Sixth grade.
I had a little brother... my parents liked him more than me. He was absolutely insufferable though, and I was jealous that he got more attention. His name was Aaron. One day I decided to get rid of him.
Poof, adios Aaron.
I put on a pair of my uncle's gloves while he was visiting and snuck into Aaron's room at around one in the morning.
Placing my hands around his tiny neck, my heart beat faster than it ever had and my mind was racing with a thousand thoughts at once. Would this work? Would I ever get caught for it? Would Mom and Dad start to love me more?
With each one of these thoughts I squeezed harder and harder. He woke up at first, struggling against my hands, trying to escape, but I was stronger and eventually he passed out.
And then his heart stopped beating.
I stayed there for a long time, my hands grasped tightly around Aaron's neck, making sure he was g o n e.
Then I took off my Uncle's gloves and placed them in a spot where they would be found. He would be framed, and I wouldn't get caught. Simple.
And that's exactly what happened.
Ever since then, I kept murdering people. People I disliked, boys I'd developed crushes on. I was considering killing Otis off... but I cared about him too much. It would hurt too much. I loved him.
After Aaron died, my parents started to resent me, not love me more. They wished that I would've been the one to die, not their precious baby boy.
That just made me angrier. I killed whenever the frustration got too much, and it worked. My inside turbulence seemed to balance out even if it was just for a little while.
And then I got sent to Charford. I kept my cool at first, even made a few friends that I didn't despise too much.
But then Hazel died. And I wasn't the one to kill her. It made me antsy. There was someone else here that was capable of murder... someone that wasnt me.
So I killed Pete.
But for some reason, I still felt... distressed? I held back though, and more people kept getting plucked out of this world. One by one. It terrified me. I only killed Pete, and now Nico.
I was jolted back to the present when Harris walked around the corner with Otis. Wow I had ruined any chance of a relationship with him now. He could now see me for who I was.
A cold blooded murderer.
"So, Nika, you say this was an act of self defense?" Harris walked up closer to me, no sign of sympathy or any emotion similar visible in his face.
"Yes." I replied quietly, wanting more than anything to get out of the hole I just fell into. Claiming that killing Nico was self defense was the only card I could play right now.
I didn't look at Otis. I was sure that he would be disgusted at me.
The blood from Nico's head was spreading on the floor, and it was now nearing my shoe. I stepped back a bit, not wanting to get blood on myself.
"Nika..." Otis breathed. My head snapped up, unable to avoid his gaze any longer. The expression that I expected was not there. Instead he was smiling.
Otis was smiling. I squinted, confused. Why the heck was Otis smiling?
Harris started to say something else, but before he could say much, Otis picked up the fire extinguisher that was still lying on the floor and rammed it into Harris' back. I gasped, pressing myself against the banister I was tied to so Harris wouldn't fall on me. That definitely broke his backbone.
He groaned, and I saw his hand make its way to his waist where the gun was, but before Harris could grab it, Otis ran forward and snatched it out, cocking the gun.
What. Was. Going. On.
"I'm glad we're on the same page Nika," Otis said, looking me straight in the eyes before bringing the gun to Harris' head and pulling the trigger.
There was a loud pop, and I flinched.
Harris was dead. He and Nico both bleeding from their heads, their blood mixing in together.
Otis grinned, "I hated him!"
He was the other murderer. He killed Hazel, Frank and Will.
Taking the handcuff key out of Harris' pocket, Otis uncuffed me, grabbing my wrists and pinning me against the wall so I couldn't try anything.
"Nika," he said slowly, "I'm not going to hurt you, if you promise you won't hurt me."
I swallowed.
If he killed me what would even happen? No one apart from him had ever cared about me, so shouldn't I at least give him a chance?
"I won't do anything, I promise." I said sincerely. Otis nodded, letting go of my hands and backing up slowly. I could tell he didn't quite completely trust me, and I felt the same way towards him.
I hated this. Not being able to trust the only person I loved... gross I needed to fix this. Blocking out any nervous thoughts I had, I walked two steps forward and cupped my hands on his cheeks, bringing my lips up to his and kissing him, hard and long.
As we stood there, two dead bodies lying beside us and the fact that we were both in so much shit looming over us, I couldn't help thinking how much of a saucy first kiss this was.
Otis was the one to pull away. He looked down and me and smirked, pulling me back into a warm hug.
"Let's get out of here?" He whispered into my ear. I placed my hands on his chest and nodded. "I'd like that."
We didn't need to explain to each other why we were both pretty much psychopaths, it was just an unspoken agreement that we understood each other.
"Holy shit-" I heard Percy's voice behind us. Otis swung around, holding the gun in front of him, pushing me back.
OooOOO so he was protective... I could vibe with this. My first boyfriend and I was already having a blast.
Percy was standing there, hands laced through Annabeth's as they both stared at us, horror struck. I hated them. The perfect couple, the relationship everyone wanted. I looked up at Otis's handsome face and huffed.
"Kill them. For me." I said. Crossing my arms and pouting. Otis looked down at me, a wild look in his eyes, a small smile creeping onto his face as he raised the gun and pointed it at Percy.