"Lost In The Darkness"

"Lost in the darkness"

More lore!!

Tw: mentions of blood, knife, gore, psychopathic behavior..

"So, how have you two been holding up?"

The older man held his notepad, sitting at a desk. His gaze was on the man in front of him, looking quite nervous to be there, but the determination was there as well. He couldn't really get the words out, it seemed he wasn't so good with social, even though he's the one that is more capable talking with. There was a silence for a moment as the younger man got the courage to speak, his voice slightly quiet. 

"I've been holding up.. nice, I suppose."

The other man spoke, shifting in his chair. His head hand loose for a moment, before he raised it up to lock eyes with the doctor, a look of worry.. concern on his face. Liu's gaze softened even more, his blue eyes staring back at the doctor.

"But Jeff? I'm starting to worry about him more and more. He's acting so strange, I-"

Liu sighed, taking his fogged up glasses off and rubbed them with a cloth he took from his pocket, placing them back on. 

"It's like.. he's-" 

His lips quivered as he tried to take the words out of his mouth, but he was struggling in doing so. It's been weeks now, and Jeff's mental state didn't seem to get any better from it all. He wasn't eating much, he was sleeping during the day, walking around the house and neighborhood at night.. he was laughing to violent movies, seeing people die brought joy to his face. It was quite the sight, the seemingly normal acting man now turning into someone else entirely. 

"Like he's not even my brother anymore.."

His body slightly shook as he spoke once more, making the doctor sigh. The older man got up from his chair and walked up to Liu, placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slightly. He stared deep into his eyes as he started to speak in a more soft tone. 

"Don't say that, Liu. Your brother is going through healing of trauma he went through from his past and accident.." He trails off for a moment, continuing to speak the second later. "..and now he's mourning the loss of a therapist he was so attached to."

The doctor spoke in a calm yet sympathetic tone, trying to comfort Liu as well as assure him of his brothers actions. This doctor was an understanding man, he knew that the things Liu's brother went through weren't normal and they scarred him both physically and mentally.  It was rare for a therapist to have such a mindset, especially in this time. He was like dr. Rein, and yet he still had his rough edges.

"Not not be offensive, but he went through a lot more in his life than you." The man frown at this, thinking of the things he was told by both Liu and Jeff during the past sessions.  "Your brother isn't well mentally, yes.. but I cannot blame the poor man for just being human. A lot of us break under pressure."

Liu sighed at this, looking away for a moment and rubbing his temples. 

"I suppose you're correct, dr. Firmin."

The doctor nodded and took away his hand from Liu's shoulder, his arm falling to his side. His face went back to being unreadable, walking back to his desk and sat down, shifting in his chair for a moment. He placed both of his elbows on the desk, making his hands as a support for his chin. It took the doctor a moment to speak again, his voice slightly more monotone.

"You've told me, over the phone, that Jeff expresses happiness in death of others?" 

Liu nodded at the doctors question, his head tilting downwards slightly as he watched himself fidget with his fingers nervously. His knuckles cracked, and he looked back up, listening to what the doctor had to ask, so he could reply.

"What kind of people? Good, bad?"

"Bad, sir. When he sees a villain die on screen.. or just get hurt, he laughs. He often says 'Evil should die, evil is not needed in this world, too many cruel people, they hurt the good.', and just pauses the movie to watch the picture of the dead villain. And a neighbor of ours passed away not so long ago, who wasn't that nice, I could even called them an asshole.. and Jeff laughed it off and said 'Good riddance'. He seems.. sadistic, almost." 

Liu shivers slightly as he explains his brothers behavior, sighing afterwards. It was quite unsettling for him to see his own brother act that way, felling joy at someone's death like that, even though the character was fictional and not real. The doctor started to take notes on his notepad, the sound of the pen writing on the paper was loud enough to hear, his handwriting messy and fast. 

"Your brother is correct at a certain level. Evil is around, there's a lot of cruelty and judgement in this world, the bad hurting the good and innocent. That's how we lost poor Emily.." 

D. Firmin explained as he continued to write things down, trailing off once he spoke the name of his deceased colleague. He thought for a moment, before he stopped writing down and looked up at Liu as he placed the pen down. He tries to find the words for him to speak, tapping the desk with his fingers, and then he spoke.

"Jeff is showing signs of being a schadenfreude." 

Liu's face consorts into one of confusion and curiosity, shifting in his chair and leaning closer to the doctors desk. 

"A wait what now?-"

"Someone who thinks that the pain and suffering of someone is well deserved.. if the person is bad and they get hurt, then a schadenfreude would think they deserved it. It does explain the fact that you think he's sadistic, since he is." 

He explained once more, his hands motioned as he leaned back in his chair. One of his hands ran through his hair, his gaze now dropping on his desk in stead of Liu, who was just staring at him in surprise and curiosity. Liu didn't move, he just listened to dr. Firmin's words, letting it sink in.

"It's.. a rare type of psychopath.. for to be in my hands, that is." He sighed "I only had one schadenfreude during my years working here, before your brother. He passed away after being publicly executed." 

"Oh-"

There was a moment of silence between the two, a clock chime breaking it. It was 9 pm now, their session now ending.  

"Anyways.. The time of the session is up. I'll see Jeff next week on Wednesday, same time, okay?"

Liu got up from the seat and nodded, taking out his hand for the doctor to shake. Dr. Firmin shook Liu's hand and smiled softly at him, but he didn't get up from his seat. The doctors smile masked the worry and concern for the both young men, for both their physical and mental health. Especially for Jeff.. who seems that he won't have much sanity left, which means another patient passing from his hands onto the psych ward. He cannot afford loosing another patient, so he's trying his very best to help. 

Liu waved the doctor goodbye, smiling slightly as he walked towards the door, opening it before he spoke.

"Please, take care. I'll see you soon, doc." 

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"Jeff? I'm home!" 

Liu yelled from the front door, closing it behind him. He walked around, the silence creeping him out as he looked for his brother. The mans blue eyes darted around, his footsteps making the floor boards creek slightly. The bathroom door was closed, but the light was on, which meant his brother might be inside. As he got closer to the bathroom door, he started to hear quiet sobs and something that sounds like.. laughing? The laugh was muffled from the sobs, which only made it more sinister. Liu's gaze softened as he heard the crying. his face consorted to a look of worry.

"Jeff?"

He spoke softly as he stood in front of the door, placing his hand on the handle. He got no answer, only the quiet sobs and laughs continuing to come out of the bathroom. Liu opened the door, his eyes widening in pure horror. 

"Oh my god!"

He took a step back, his body starting to tremble. 

Jeff had a bloody knife in his hand, his cheeks now having big cuts on them, almost  ear to ear. Tears were running down Jeff's, now wounded, face as he laughed again. Blood was everywhere, from his clothes, to the knife, to the sink.. the floor. It was everywhere. The wounded man looked at his brother and laughed some more, before he took a step toward him, his breath heavy yet shaky. A few tears started to run down Liu's cheeks as he saw this, still in shock as his brother got close to him. 

"I.. i...did it.. Liu.." 

Jeff spoke, his voice shaky and quiet. He now stood in front of him, his green eyes locked with Liu's blue ones. He just stared for a moment, staring at him in silence as he tried to speak once more, the blood still dripping down from the wounds.

"I avenged.. our poor.. dear.. Emily."

"The evil is.. dead."

BLOODSTAINED ART

So I got this Idea for a book and I will be posting it here, I hope you like it!

-Being a serial killer is easy when you know how to hide a body. Though, it does take time when you have a little horror artist following you around-

"THE TWISTED ENCOUNTER"

'Pearlskeep'

Surrounded by wilderness and plain, the big town is filled with interesting places and people. It could be mistaken for a small city, since the structures are more modern, nothing like a town of agriculture and such. Buildings of different shapes and sizes, all of them either occupied by families or used as restaurants, cafes, parks, a high school, a mall.. the usual things, of course. 

It seems like a normal, peaceful town. Which it is. The locals are quite friendly in this town, even a stranger would help you when and if you're in need. One year, the town was nominated as the friendliest town in the state, which the mayor speaks proudly of every change he gets. 

Though, a few years ago, the town was suddenly cursed by it's own 'monster'. 

'The Pearlskeep Mad Dog' is the person that has been giving the town a hard time, the police especially. The person was given that name since they're known for his mad behavior on his victims.  The Mad dog mutilates peoples bodies, mangles them, places them in weird places and positions, sometimes missing a limb, or maybe the whole body and just a finger of the victim. There would be so much blood on the scene of the crime, you'd think it would've been a pig slaughter if it weren't for the human parts found lying around. 

Ever since the towns killer appeared, the graveyard has been getting a whole lot of new people bury. It caused for it to expand, new people to bury every week, some young, some middle ages, and some were just with normal deaths. But it is for certain that 'The Mad Dog' has been responsible for peoples deaths and disappearances, for the weekly blood baths of gore. 

The notorious serial killer had become a scary story, to haunt children to not go out at night, to listen to their parents and stay indoors. It leaves even adult's legs to shake, from the monster that prowls the streets, leaving mutilated bodies, blood and gore in his wake as he walked the streets at night. A supposed lunatic was terrorizing the town, and who wouldn't be afraid of that? 

Some had done drastic measures, making rules of their way of living and having a certain time when they lock their doors and windows, most remained normal and walked alone at night with a bit of confidence, and the other's rarely leave their homes, ordering food and doing work online. 

"You remember what I told you?"

The woman looked at her daughter with a stern yet worried look, handing her some money. The daughter sighed and looked up at he mother as she tied her shoes, a bit of her loose hair getting in the way of her face. 

"Don't talk to strangers if you can, go to the store, buy the milk and come back as soon as possible."

The girl spoke, standing up as she locked eyes with her mom, then added in a more quiet tone, shifting her weight from one foot to another. 

"I know."

Placing the money in her jacket's pocket, she opened the door with no hesitation, walking out without another word, not even looking back at her worried looking mother, who shut the door after the girl left eyes sight. 

Every step she took, it was like her life was on the line. Since it was past the curfew her mom has made, she never really saw the streets in the nights atmosphere, well, ever since the deranged killer was on the loose. It felt like it was just yesterday, the day everything went crashing down because of the murders that were going up ever since that week, the number of grewsome deaths. Her mother didn't take it lightly, not at all. The girl remembers how her mother lied in her bed after she locked all the doors and windows, holding her close as she slept. 

It took her a while to get used to the curfew her mother had made, but it was all for her life's sake, so she was safe and sound. 

The evening struck, and it was late, but not too late as well. The stores, restaurants and bakeries still had to work their usual work hours, from 10 pm to even 1 am. The streets weren't as quiet as well, muffled music from the nearby club and bar could be heard in the distance, a few dogs barking  and the sounds of cars being driven were clear as day. 

As normal as it seemed, the young girl entered the nearest store and searched through the isles, looking for the milk her mother told her to buy. The store was nearly empty, with only her, the cashier, and a mysterious tall man that was standing nearby, putting random products in his cart. Soon, as she spotted the isle full of milk cartons, she took one and quickly went to the cashier to check out. The cashier looked at the girls as he swiped the carton across the scanner, a look of tiredness in his eyes. The man didn't speak until he looked at the computer monitor and said the price. 

"That would be 3.99 miss." 

The girl placed the 5 dollar bill on the counter with a slight slam, taking the milk carton from the mans hand and walking out the store as she yelled to the man.

"Keep the change!" 

She walked out with a quickened pace, leaving the cashier stunned for a moment, then he shrugged, going back to just standing there. Clearly rushing to go home, the girl continued to walk the same quickened pace. She could run, but that meant tripping and falling on accident. 

Now, she wasn't quite aware of her surroundings, and she now was walking the wrong path. She didn't quite know where she had gone, her face consorting into a look of both panic and confusion. 'Where am I even going?' She asked herself, her mind now racing as she found herself in a dark alley. It was almost pitch darkness if it weren't for the light that was attached to the apartment building, shining the way to make her see better. Though, it wasn't really much to see, only brick walls and concrete ground, a small dumpster in the corner, which had a few rats running around.

The girl didn't even get to try to turn around before a pair of built arms wrapped around her tightly, one being placed on her mouth as the other tried to hold her in place, the milk carton falling on the ground the second later. She struggled greatly, her body shivering, her legs trying to kick the person that got a hold of her. 

"Now, now, don't be scared."

The man whispered into the girls ear quietly, a sinister, playful and malicious hint in his voice, surprisingly calm in this situation. This only made a shiver go down the girls spine as she heard him speak, a few tears running down her cheeks as she continued to struggle to get out of the man's grasp, but that just made his grip go tighter on her, now squeezing her. Her lungs almost lost the air in them. 

"This will only hurt for a moment-" 

The man pushed the poor girl onto the ground, making her back up, pushing herself backwards as tears continued to stream down from her eyes, even more panic settling in as she locked eyes with her attacker, her body shacking in fear and panic. 

It was the same man from the store, the one that she couldn't take a good glance of. 

His piercing hazel eyes locked with hers, his pupils shrunk and held a hint of pure madness, a wide crooked smile on his face as he stepped closer to the girl, his black boots scraping on the concrete floor slightly as he moved closer. The man's unkempt long brown hair was hanging loose, framing his face. His presence was chilling, and he seemed to enjoy the fear that he was causing. 

The man took out a blade from his pocket, staring at it for a moment, then looked back at the terrified girl. 

"..But it will hurt a lot!" 

He let out a sinister chuckle, pulling the girl by her shirt, making her body get closer to him. The grin on his face seemed to grow even wider, if that's even possible, and he stabbed the girls in the stomach, causing her to let out a cry of pain. This only made him sink the blade deeper into her stomach, twisting it, slowly making a cut down, making a big hole. Blood was dripping on the concrete ground, a lot of it, getting on both his clothes and the poor girl, that fell victim to his madness. 

He proceeded to stab her a few more times in the chest, holding her limp body as he did so, cutting her open. He couldn't help but laugh from what he was doing, the pleasure of the pain he was causing was immense. The pain and suffering he inflicted to his victims was like some game for him, like it was normal to do. And he loved it, the thrill of it all. 

The man stopped cutting the body after a few moments, letting go of the girls mutilated corpse and let it fall to the ground with a thud. The blood was everywhere, soaking his clothes and ground, even the walls of the alley. Blood dripped from his soaked knife, the droplets falling on the corpse's face. His breath was hitched, the wide grin still on his face as he breathed heavily, his mouth slightly open. 

'The Mad Dog' did his magic, another victim now on his kill count. 

The killer took a moment to calm down, still panting. His shrunk pupils slowly became normal, his crazed smile consorting into a rather normal one. But now, his clothes were drenched in blood, so he had to be more sneaky until he got to his so called 'home'. 

The light that was on the wall started to loose power, flickering for a moment, and then turned off completely, making the man scoff in annoyance. He turned around and walked towards the light, going out in the street before he decided to quickly run off, not looking back. But, he didn't have much energy left so it only took him a few feet to get out of breath, leaning on the wall of the apartment building for support as he tried to catch his breath again. 

As he did so, he could've sworn he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and entering the alley he just got out of. Something about that made him tense up. Somebody might've heard the girly cry and decided to investigate. They'll probably call the police if they see the body, though it wouldn't be that possible if it was pitch black there. Which it was, unless the person had a flashlight with them. 

He was now thinking of what he was supposed to do. Should he go back and confront the person and possibly kill them, or let them be? 

The mad killer sighed and turned around, going back into the alley, where he saw a flash from a phone. Someone taking pictures of the crime he committed moments before. They were taking pictures of every angle they could, looking at the mutilated corpse, but never looked up. From the flashes, the features weren't so well to see, but the person looked fairly young. A boy, maybe? 

He looked like a typical student, a nerd even, with those glasses on. A bag was on their back, a intrigued look on his face, his grey eyes glimmering in wonder, like the boy just saw something more interesting than terrifying. It was interesting for the killer to see, especially when someone is looking at the gory scene like it's a work of art. 

"What ya doing there, kid?"

The man finally spoke up in his normal sinister tone, his piercing gaze never leaving the young man. The boy flinched, almost falling on top of the corpse as he looked in the direction of the voice, his head perking up. He soon stepped away from the body and flashed the light of his phone towards the killer, who tilted his head in amusement. He let out a sinister chuckle and leaned on the wall again, remaining calm as he waited for the boy to react. 

The young man's eyes widened slightly as he looked up and down at the man, observing his features, taking his attention on his blood soaked clothes. In stead of taking a step back, he walked closer to the man, just staring at him in silence. His grey eyes met the crazed ones, the ones that had a tinge of madness, then spoke, his voice slightly shaky and quiet. 

"I was.. taking pictures of your.. crime." 

The young man spoke truthfully, his hand running through his short black hair. He was fairly nervous, since he was speaking with a serial killer, his body tense and remained in place, his mind now racing by the fact that he was caught. 

"I was gonna draw it later.. I find the blood and gore fascinating.. beautiful if you will-" 

He continued and tried to explain, which only got him interrupted by a burst of laughter from the killer. He was now holding his stomach and laughing like a maniac, even crying a bit from it all. The boy just stared at him as the man continued to laugh, a slightly blank expression on his face. The Mad Dog stopped laughing and looked at the kid, his eyes widening in realization. 

"Wait, you're not joking?"

It took the boy a moment, then nodded, his gaze slightly fearful of what might happen to him now.  

He then felt something cold and metalic under his chin, making him look down. The man placed his knife under the boys chin, grinning widely at him. His piercing eyes looked down for a moment, the looked up, his pupils shrinking as he stared down at the boy.

The killers head leaned closer to the boys, his warms breath now hitting his face. The Mad Dog's grin dropped, his expression turning serious, his other hand being placed on the boys shoulder. It took him a  moment to collect his thoughts, thinking of what to say to the young man. Then he spoke, his voice was stern and serious, even a little harsh. 

"Get the fuck out of here, and keep that little mouth zipped." 

He paused for a moment before he added. 

"If I find out you spilled something, I won't hesitate to turn you into a human kebab." 

He sits

Affection

Shes my silly evil you lady

I lob her

<3

Jeff boyo :3

I also drew this, lol.

Bye now