First Kill
!Trigger Warnings!
- Psychopaths
-Angst
-Murder
-Self-insert
Synopsis: The First Kill is always the best.
Word Count: 1.1k
Fuck. Y/N was staring down at the corpse that had just fallen to her feet. The deformed body had haunted her vision the moment it had entered. The broken limbs, the bloody face and the missing eyes. She knew who did this, because he was standing in front of her.
“Jesus, Peter”. The blonde orderly had struck his wrath on another innocent orderly. His eyes had been filled with pure malice, like the brutal crime he had just committed with all but a fender-bender. Peter Ballard was a murderer, a cold hearted murderer.
“Love, why do you care so much? Why does it matter if I kill?” Why did it matter? Why didn’t it matter?. She wanted to scream, scream at the top of her lungs. She wanted to tell him how awful of a person he was, how he shouldn’t have killed him. What was his motive? Was it just for kicks?
Jesus Y/N this isn’t a horror movie.
“Brenner won’t know, I’ll clean it up as fast as I can”. He goes across the room, and arrives at her feet. Neither of them moved, the lifeless body still laying on the ground. The air filled with the thick scent of death. The scent she became all too familiar with. Death is what happens when you leave a psychopath in a lab. Death should never be the answer, but to Peter it was.
Y/N risked a glance down at the brunette man that was on the floor, his blood now coating the pristine white tile. Peter scared her, Peter scared her so much to the point where she would wonder if she was next. Was she the next one he would snap on? Was there always going to be a next one?
“I can’t do this anymore, I can’t pretend to be happy with you killing people!”. Y/N screamed. The floodgates were already bursting, her tears streamed out of her blue eyes and onto her red cheeks. His movements ceased, turning towards her in one swift movement. His eyes, Peter eyes were always a dead giveaway, a gateway into his emotion. This time, There was anger, pure rage. But why? Well she was about to find out.
“You say you love me, you say I’m a god to you, and now after some bloodshed I'm nothing?” He slowly started to stalk towards her, his aura emitting the nastiest of emotions. Peter was coming towards her like a coyote that was stalking his prey. It made her suppress a gulp.
“I give you everything, promise a better life, give you pleasure when you want it and now-”. He was so close to her, his finger went to her chin. His skin felt clammy, and cold. Suddenly he hooked his index finger under her chin and pulled her up to his line of vision.
“You can’t handle a few drops of blood, Oh no that won't due” He let her chin fall and their intense blue eyed gazes break. The air was now plagued with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Peter crossed the room again, this time arriving at the pool of blood now standing on the tile floor. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, the man in front of her was now smearing the blood on his fingertips.
The iron smell was getting stronger as Peter stood from his crouched position and walked slowly to her once more. The orderlies blood now dripping from his fingers. Her breathing hitched as he returned to her side.
“Let me show you Y/N, Let me show you how fun it is”. She couldn’t find words to match her emotions, the air was still tense, and yet hot and heavy all at once. She knew Peter was unpredictable, but what could he possibly be planning with this one.
Suddenly he reached his hand out, running the blood all over her white and blue hospital gown. She gasped at the sudden movements, the garment now ruined from the action that took place. Peter pulled her by her wrist so he could face her, his eyes filled with amusement.
“Call out for help, Say you are hurt”. She nodded as Peter disappeared over the white couches that were in the corner of the rainbow room.
“Help! Please!”. Y/N screamed like it was her last breaths, which ended up adding to the acting factor. Seconds later a younger orderly, known as Harold was making his way through the double doors. His face had displayed pure shock almost immediately as the blood spattered doors closed behind him. She had no idea what Peter wanted her to do. She glanced over to the blonde orderly crouching behind the couches.
She could barely make out what he was saying, but she had heard him whisper; “Kill him”. Y/N gulped. Peter wanted her to kill Harold? A young innocent orderly. She didn’t want to, not in a million years, but something was now urging her too. To follow his every order. She managed to mouth a “I’m sorry”.
Her hands flew up, Harold putting his arms out, acting like a shield. His fate was already predicted as Y/N hoisted him up in the air. She looked away from his pleading eyes and his pained expression. Y/N screamed and delivered the final blow, hearing his bones crack and finally slumping to the floor. She had scared herself, because what she realized was she liked it. She liked the thrill of it, there was something so satisfying of the bones cracking and seeing the light die out in the eyes of her victims.
Peter returned to her side, picking her up and swinging her around. Like a father would swing his daughter at their happiest. She had done it. She had killed. And she fucking loved it. Peter couldn’t hide the delighted smile on his face.
“That was only the first, There’s much more love”. Peter met her with a passionate kiss, before setting her down and taking her hand in his.
“There’s a happy ending to this right?” She motioned between the bodies on the floor and then to the two of them.
“Not likely no”.