44 | sociopath

(n) a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behaviour

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                    I looked up to see the famous restaurant, Starlight, gone, burned to the ground. I heard a evil laughter pass by and saw a flash of purple. Chills ran down my spine.

Its him.

I stood up immediately and dusted my pants off, looking at the purple lamborghini driving away fast on the road.

My car is gone, what am I supposed to do?

I looked down at the messy road, with injured or dead people scattering here and there. I spotted a black motorcycle with a key in it, its owner nowhere to be seen. I whipped my head to look at the lamborghini speeding off in the dark road.

Its now or never.

Running fast across the bodies, I jumped onto the motorcyle and rode away. Tears running down my face and I wiped them furiously. The sound of his laughter making me feel angrier. How can he pretend like he is happy without me when I am so broken and I can't even bring myself to pretend?

Its time.

I have given him enough time to make his decisions. Its now or never. He has to make his decision now. He has to accept this now. And, I am not letting him go that easily.

The cold wind whished past my face, as I rode fast across the smooth road, trying to reach him.

I was nearing his car and my heart raced, fear and determination running through my veins as I think of approaching him. A few more seconds passed and my bike was in level with his car. I turned my head around to look at him and catch his sight. He turned around for a second to see me and placed his hand on his forehead, as if to shield his face to prevent me from looking. Frustration flowed through my veins and I shouted, "Urgh!"

If he is not going to stop the car and bloody face me, then I am going to make him stop the car. With that, I drove ahead of him and tilted my bike, so that it slides across the road. Without my powers and my gymnastics, I wouldn't have been able to do this smoothly. When the bike stopped, I got out of it and stood my ground.

The car slowed down infront of me and that was enough for me to know that he does care and is not willing to kill me. But, it still doesn't overpower the anger I felt burning inside of me. My tears were still held in my eyes, and I refused to let them down.

I banged my fist on the hood of the car, "You are not leaving me. You are not leaving me!"

He got out of the car and anger flooded through me as I spoke, the tears running down my face now and I couldn't stop them. "I had done everything you said. Every test. Every trial. Every initiation. I have proved I love you. Just accept it!"

"I got it. I got it. I got it. I got it." He said, raising his hands up like as if he was surrendering and frustration flowed through my veins at his stubborness.

"I...am not someone who is loved." He said.

No. No. He has to accept me. I am not letting this go today. He has to!

He suddenly clapped his hands infront of me. "I am an idea. A state of mind."

He started walking around me and I closed my eyes shut, not wanting to hear anymore of it, more tears flowing out of my eyes from his denial. My frustration was flowing out in tears.

"I execute my will according to my plan and you...doctor are not part of my plan."

I knew what he meant by that. I was unplanned. I came in his life when he was totally unprepared for me. I do affect him, but I was never part of his plan. His life.

Well, its too late for him to back out of his plan now.

Using the short distance between me and him, I placed my hands on his cheeks, trying to make him feel my love.

"Just let me in. I promise--let me in, I promise I won't hurt you." I said. He moved away, and laughed, mocking my words saying, promises.

Does he really think after everything that has happened I would break my promise?

Anger filled me.

"Hey dickface! Mind screaming at your bitch somewhere else --"

Bang.

The lorry driver who had emerged from behind fell back on the road, a bullet in his chest and a pistol I had pulled out from Mr. J's jacket in my hand.

No one.

I repeat.

No one is interrupting this tonight.

Tonight, he has to make a decision.

"I was going to say I wouldn't do that if I were you." Mr. J teased and he turned around after looking at the dead guy on the middle of the road.

My chest heaved heavily with uncontrollable anger and intense frustration which flowed out in the form of tears. When he turned around, the head of the gun was touching his forehead, and I held it there, not removing it.

He lifted his arms up, "Don't hurt me. I will be your friend." He said, a wide grin stretched on his face.

I didn't remove the gun away from his forehead. I could see that his eyes held pure amusement and joy. Isn't he afraid that I would shoot him? If I pulled the trigger, he would be gone. I had the power to kill the prince of crime right now. Right here. Isn't he even a little bit terrified?

He growled and widened his arms, leaning himself towards the gun. "Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do i--"

"My heart scares you and a gun doesn't?"

"Do it!" He shouted.

Suddenly, the gun was yanked out of my hand, and it caught me by surprise. He held the gun in his hands now and he narrowed his eyes at me. "If you weren't so crazy, I would think you were insane."

I am insane about you.

His eyes looked deep into my soul as he leaned forward. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said, 'hate me'. I knew every thought that is running through his mind.

"Go away." He said, his voice low and he started walking backwards towards his car.

I stood there, unable to say anything, the pain in my heart was surging through my veins and reality slapped me in my face.

He is leaving you.

Its over.

"No." I muttered under my breath. "No. No. No." I repeated continuosly under my breath. Anger filled me, an anger so strong that I was sure that my face was red. Before I could realise what I was doing, my feet started walking towards him, grabbing him by his arm, twisting him around to face me.

"I broke you out of jail, risking my reputation, you fried my brain and I never did anything back to you for that. I killed that man you asked me to kill that day. I had to go to your club and wait for three days until you finally came. I took the blame of the murder that you did, and was ready to go to Jail for you. I helped you catch Robin the other day. I crashed the funeral for you, to impress you. I almost risked my life trying to chase you just now." I breathed. "You think I would go away just like that?"

He narrowed his eyes at me and growled.

"I never did anything to you except love you. And I have proved that so many times. Stop being a fucking wimp and accept it!" I cursed, shouting, and beated my arms against his chest, anger flowing through my veins at his stubborness.

He remained silent, and I could see the inner battle, the wheels turning in his head, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier by the passing second. The whites in his eyes turning dark black.

Suddenly, he grabbed me by my waist and pushed me against his car, growling, he reached for my ear. "You want me?"

I nodded.

"Fine..." He breathed, dragging the word.

He purred. "Let's see how well you do this test then." He gave me a wide grin and pulled me, and held my arm, guiding me roughly into the car and closed the door.

I could understand his frustration but I was not going to back down. And, I know from the tone of his voice and his actions, that the test he was going to give me next was not a simple one.

And...

It was the last test.

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