Paranoia - Part 3

The police officer didn’t see him till Eddie turned around. –HEY, what’s that in your hand sir? - asked the officer. Eddie didn’t know what to do, and he knew if he went to prison he knew he wouldn’t last. Eddie turned around to the officer and pointed the gun at him; the officer was scared and tried to reach for his own gun. Eddie aimed and pulled the trigger. He hit the officer right in the knee cap, and he had that feeling of power well up inside of him again. He walked up to the officer, and the people all around him were running a couple screamed as they saw his gun.

You retard, I wish your mother had aborted you. You will never amount to anything, I hate you. There is no way in heaven or hell that you’re my kid.

Eddie kept remembering the things his own father used to say to him. He hated that man, and he just kept imagining him right there with the gun to his fathers hea-BANG. This time Eddie was very close to the mans head this time. He looked down and the officer’s head had a hole in it the size of a fist. The man slowly fell to the ground with a little bit of smoke rolling out of his mouth and nose. You could see where the bullet went out the other side of his head, right below the ear.

Kayla had just finished cleaning what she could of finger prints as she still liked Eddie now, but she knew when she saw the officer on the ground with blood pouring from his head that she wasn’t going to be able to help him this time. She just walked past the side walk and saw Eddie running down the street then get into a cab. Kayla also got into a cab and told the driver to follow the other.

As night fell, Eddie found a small motel that was in the downtown part of town. We went into the motel and asked for a room, the man was an Arabic looking man, with and accent. He looked around nervously, the man was wearing a turban and had what looked like light brown robes. The lobby itself was enough to make a normal person nervous. It had stains all over the walls, and ceiling, the ceiling looked like it was about to cave in at the top.

He asked for a room and the man said – oh yes we ‘ave a loom for ‘ou-. –Ok, how much- Eddie said. – For ‘ou 20 dollar a night-. Eddie handed him the money for two nights, he looked into his wallet and saw that he only had 192 dollars left. When the Arabic man opened the cash register see saw that the register was full of cash, maybe 400 dollars in it.

Eddie went up to his room and lay down on his bed. He looked at the ceiling thinking to himself. He knew something was wrong with him. He was killing people, and he didn’t even feel bad about it, and he just sat there afraid to go to sleep. Then he heard a noise. Someone went into the room beside him, and then he stood up. Looked out the window. He thought he saw something, but while looking out the window, he saw someone across the street looking at him through binoculars, and he let out a scream. – Yeah shut the hell up over there- some one said while beating on the wall beside him.

After two days of this he decided that the police must have stopped searching for him, but he had seen on the news that they were looking for a serial killer. He knew that he wasn’t a serial killer, but still didn’t know why he was killing people.

Then right before he walked out the door he remembered that he was low on cash, and that the man with the accent had lots of money in the register. So he walked up with his wallet out and said – put all the money that you have in my wallet- the man just looked at him and said – why are ‘ou doing t’is to me-. Then Eddie pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man, the man got sweaty like that gun clerk did, and then the feeling in his stomach went up again. He felt the power swelling inside of him; he looked at the man just like he did to all the others he killed. Then unlike all the others he smiled this time, and then pulled the trigger.

This time though, when he smiled he lost concentration, and his gun fell a little. He had it the man in the throat, and when he did so, he hit an artery and blood flooded all over the Arabic man and himself. He looked down and saw the blood on his right hand, and then licked it off. He liked the taste it was like someone else had taken over his body, and he didn’t like the feeling but didn’t stop.

He left but this time Kayla was nowhere to be found. She had rented a room there, but must have fallen asleep. When the cops came they questioned everyone at the motel, and when they came to Kayla’s door. They knocked and knocked and told her to open up, but she looked around and knew she had to go out the fire escape. Her old clothes were covered in blood from the last time Eddie had kill, so she slowly made her way to the exit and went out without a sound. She didn’t know why the cops were there, so she just kept walking. She had no clue where Eddie went or if he had killed again, but she wanted to find out, so she went back up the fire escape to Eddie’s room to search, with the cops only a floor away.