Certified Psycho [Chapter 1]

I walk down the corridor of the insane asylum in my straightjacket with my escort of 5 guards while laughing hysterically. As I enter my cold hard concrete room, they set me down in a hard metal chair. Across the metal table is a man with the government reading some files; most likely the court case of what to do to me. After a moment he looks at me and snaps. The guards aim their guns at me as I smirk. You're probably wondering how I got here, right?

---1 week earlier---

I slide my knife down my hip under my jeans and put a large shirt on to cover the handle. I quickly leave my house with a permanent grin on my face. As I get on the bus I stroll to the back. I sit down and recap my shitty life. From my accidental birth all the way to my parents leaving me. I live with abusive foster parents and constantly get bullied at school. My life can't get worse, so why should I care. I lose myself in my blood lust and come to at the doors to my high school.

"The world will know my name, my story."

I mumble as I walk off the bus. Arourious High school. The base of my torment. The home and birth place of all my misery. The only smile I've had since I came here, is the one I'm wearing right now. I walk to homeroom and sit in the back. As the teacher shuts and locks the door, I pat my hip where the knife is. He takes attendance and gives me an angry look as he gets to me. I smirk and stand up.

I have nothing to lose.

"How dare you look at me with those judgemental eyes! You don't know what I can do!"

I yell as I fail to stop myself from laughing.

"Everyn Dominic! I told you no outbursts in my class!"

The teacher yells as I walk to him.

"Want me to go to the office, Mr. Jackass?"

I say, grinning wildly. He stares at me with a loss of words. I quickly pull out the knife and slit his throat in one swift motion. He grabs his throat and chokes slightly on his own blood. A little blood splatters on my cheek as I jam my knife into the side of his head with all my might. I hear everyone screaming behind me. I turn around with a smile on my face.

"Karma is a bitch!"

I yell as I run across the room and tackle one of my bullies, Rick Marcus, onto the table and stab him repeatedly in the chest. The white shirt I'm wearing has blood stains splattered on it. I laugh as I move from person to person killing them. A football player tries to fight back, but has trouble after I stab the joints of his elbows, then slit his throat.

I sit on a table and wait. After nearly an hour the door gets knocked down by a swat team. I see them freeze in shock as they look at the 23 dead bodies around the class.

"Kill me! I've been waiting!"

I yell as I charge toward them. I wince as I get shot in the leg. They soon detain me.

---Present date---

It really does suck we live in a time where they won't just shoot a sicko like me. Why couldn't they just shoot me? Oh yea- Fucking local laws made that illegal!

I think as I stare at the man across the table.

"So what about now? You got permission to kill me yet?"

I ask as I look at the guns aimed at me.

"No, no. Not yet. This is just security in case you decide to jump across the table."

He says as I lunge across the table and fall on him with all my weight. I bite a chunk out of his neck and spit it out as I see a puddle of blood soon form on the ground.

"Come on, shoot me!"

I yell as I hear clapping at the door. A guard stands me up.

"You were right, he really doesn't care about his life. We might be able to use this psycho."

An older man says while talking on the phone in the doorway.

"Hey fucker, get off your damn phone and tell me what's going on."

I say as he laughs and hangs up.

"We set up for you to be in a room with five guards and a convict on death row. I didn't think you would actually attempt to throw your life away by going against what he said when there were five guards who could kill you before you got to him."

The man says as I glare at him.

"So how about I kill you, would that make these bitches on leashes shoot me?"

I ask angrily and he laughs.

"My, my, you are one feisty brat. No, I have a deal that I'd like to make with you."

He says as I stare at him. "Why would I wanna make any deal with a senile dickbag like you?"

I ask as he chuckles.

"You want to die? Is that what you're saying?"

He asks while I recklessly jump around and eventually kick the guards off of me. I slightly get to my feet and jump toward him. He grabs my throat and slams me to the ground. I struggle to breathe and smile. "Come on, commit and finish this."

I say, he sighs.

"If you like killing and want a chance to die while doing so, I have an offer you'd love."

He says while I stare at him.

"Alright, I'm listening. So what do you want from me? A blowjob, you weirdo?"

I ask sarcastically.

"No, I just want you to kill some people and maybe die in the process. I just felt like you'd jump on the opportunity."

He says while I stare at him.

"I am interested. So what is this? A hit your putting on some people?"

I ask. He laughs at my question.

"Nothing like that, I just want you and a few others to kill drug lords and people like that. I'm making a group of killers."