Slightly Insane

“—-what are you doing-—”                    her voice trembling slightly. Was this the panic victims feel before they die? “—Put that down—-                         p l e a s e “

Too late the tip was already pressing against her stomach. Gently of course, he needed to scare her first. He needed to feel the terror ooze from her very core-- "And why should I do that?" Voice as smooth as ever.

“—You are not the only one.          So what do you even want outside here? How about we forget about this stupid argument and just part ways—” She feels uncomfortable in this, something telling her that his is not right. The feeling she had years ago. “—I am worried.”

A small hum comes from the man. "As you should be--" and suddenly the knife is out and he's pressing her again the wall. the blade oh so close to her skin. a grin widening on the strangers lips. all put together in a moment of blood thirsty mania and oh my was he excited - the image of her blood on his knife already in his mind-

“Don’t fall behind, sweetheart—”           getting up with a smooth motion, barely glancing at the man before walking towards the exit.

He follows behind, a knife already in hand - but for now she wouldn't notice that. "I am disgusted by you--" he hisses with mallice, the whole atmosphere of the 'fight' changing dramatically.

“Better a tree than a midget.                              But don’t you worry. I have a pair of last season Prada heels that would fit you perfectly, so that at least one time in your life you can breath the air from above—-”

"Do you want to take this outside, dear?--' anger slowly rising in his tone.

“Bleach that is more expensive than your price on the black market converted in ruble then back in euro. After all you just wished you would be nearly as good looking as I am.”

"Yeah well at least I'm not a tree. Seriously, moisturise sometime, your skin literally looks like bark too." His voice calm yet taunting--

“ You might as well. By the clothes you are wearing it’s easy to confuse you with a middle class bartender. “

"Excuse me? That's easy for you to say, you're the one with the hair that looks like it was dyed with supermarket bleach--"

“ I told you already                     I want the Vegan menu. “

"Yeah well unfortunately I don't work here, darling--"

"Um…do I know you?" It wasn’t very often she was complimented, especially by random people, but this felt…not right. The man was certainly handsome, but he had an odd vibe around him.

      "Not at all, but wouldn't this be a charming place to start? I'm Franz Davis, my dear, and you?"  He asks with a movie-like precise, not showing any signs of fear, or of being shy - it was obvious that he'd done this before. 

American Beauty / American Psycho [HQ version]

"Round the corner sweetie, follow me, I’ll show you." She skipped off and used her finger to gesture to him.

       He followed with a nod and a skip in his step, the ever-present charming smile seeming to be glued to his features--

Victory was near.

"It’s gonna cost you honey, unless you buy me a drink, seeing as you’re a handsome one."

      "Well a drink it is ... I'm afraid I don't know where the nearest bar is though--"

Mersey almost smiled. It looked like the other finally started to lose interest in him. Perfect. As if Mersey had the time to spare with such a normal bitch. He had seen far worse so impressing him in the beginning was a difficult thing. The teacher leaned forward again, hands gliding into the pocket on the inside of his jacket, slowly feeling around for his cigarettes and lightener. Mersey put it almost gently between his lips, lightning and taking a deep breath out of it. If it weren’t for that bastard still sitting there his evening would have been great— maybe he should take someone home tonight anyway—?

                     Franz's face twisted as the silence took a toll on him, he was never good with silence, it drove him insane. It made him think, and boy did he hate thinking ... it always lead to the darker parts of his brain becoming almost overly active.  The man seemed almost entirely uncomfortable in his own chair, shakily taking a sip of his drink, eyes turning dark with an aimless glare. With one hand in his pocket, he gripped a knife firmly, he knew what was going to happen; someone was going to get stabbed in the face (or anywhere else, he didn't particularly mind). If anyone walked by now it would be the last think they ever did ... and someone did. Franz grabbed the person's arm and pulled them down onto the knife, causing a chorus of screams in the bar. Meanwhile, Franz just smiled down at the shaking body impaled on his knife - immediately he started cutting it open ... 

' Maybe I didn't made it very clear before. So here again, Franz. I do not care about what others call me or think of me. They are merely puppets I use when I am bored.           You are the same. The only reason why I didn’t decide to put the shards of my glass into your eyes is because I am simply not in the mood.                   Are we clear now? ‘ He mumbled some other french words, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

              "Well excuse me, I feel the exact same way about you." His tone seemed offended, but in reality he wasn't, quite frankly the sudden angered remark almost bored him. "But indeed, we are clear, wasn't that shocked to hear it from a psychopath's lips to be honest." Franz chuckled, waving over a waitress for a drink himself. A stereotypically girlish drink with all honesty, a Raspberry Beer. 

' Pardon? Where I am coming from? What does that mean now— ‘ He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head back and glancing over to the other. This was not going where he expected it too. ' Mersey Inferie. You’ll hear it often around in this town so you can’t forget— ‘

           "I know where you're coming from, meaning that I understand why you'd pair lemon vodka with whiskey." The brunet nodded as he explained to the other, glancing around the bar. "Why? Wait, let me guess, you're the king pimp or something right?" They laugh jokingly. "I wouldn't be surprised ... I'm Franz Davis, by the way-"