Perfect Insanity || Ricky & Suzy
Ricky often wondered why life just didn’t stop and drop dead. Why was time constantly flowing and never-ending? It made him wonder what the purpose of people’s existence was; his was to kill and drench his hands in blood but at least he had a reason. The people he had met, their reasons for living were so stupid and redundant, it was dull in comparison – to live was their reason, to see miracles happen, to experience happiness, sadness, and to leave knowing they were a part of it. What kind of reasoning was that? Then again, he supposed it did make sense because he, too, wanted to experience the sufferings of mankind, he wanted to hear the cries of agony fall from their lips as he ended their lives. Yes, well, his reasons were special and were considered normal but everyone else… Seemed a little boring, no?
The sun was setting in the back, Ricky could see the puffs of smoke that escaped his thin lips as he took another sip of his s’mores hot chocolate. The young man sat perched atop the brick fence near the park area and sighed. Each day was ending slowly and he barely had enough time to himself. Ricky needed to kill something, someone, the stray dogs and cats just didn’t do it anymore; he couldn’t feel anything from ripping apart small creatures like those, he needed flesh, human flesh. The boy blinked his eyes at the sun, it was almost gone, the skies were dyed a dark blue and orange. It was pretty, he supposed, but not as pretty as the colour of blood marring his hands.
The air was chilling; if it weren’t for his drink, he would’ve gone home already. He wondered if his older brother was at home, probably not since the elder seemed quite busy these days with school. Plus he had friends now, which was still considered odd for the young man because he, for some reason, just couldn’t see the necessity of that. Friends… Was there a point to having them? No, he didn’t think so, but apparently Changhyun did. And that was honestly a little disappointing because Ricky considered Changhyun his confidant, his best friend, yet he had stabbed him in the back and ran off making friends of his own.
It seemed as if the sunset had finished landing as the skies were completely black with spots of white twinkling from time to time which he assumed were stars. He could make out the haze that lazed about in the skies too and well, the moon told him that it was time. Ricky was going to hunt. A wide, creepy smile stretched across from one end of his lips to the other, his eyes big and rounded full of nothing but the lust for killing. Ricky was going to hunt for heads tonight, people were going to die. And it would be wondrous! He was going to pain the world crimson tonight, Ricky was going to create a masterpiece.
After drowning down the last bit of his hot chocolate, the young male pushed himself off the fence and landed perfectly onto his own two feet before departing into the shadows. They were his home during his personal time, the makeshift of his disappearance, Ricky’s place to be on the nights where he preyed after his victims. Ah, yes, it was time for some fun, no?