Euphoria

"The feeling of taking someone's life is like the ultimate euphoria you can ever experience. With each pull of the trigger or thrust of the blade, this euphoria begins to intensify. Just thinking about it as we speak Professor Higgins, I'm getting hard in my pants, fantasizing of different ways you can help me get my fix." Professor Higgins was my new psychologist, the thirteenth replacement of the year, let's just say the other ones paid for my fix, if you get what I mean. This one was just like the others, always staring and judging me, writing god knows what in that little notebook they hold ever so tightly during our sessions. I hope she doesn't quit after what I just said, I suppose I'm actually do for a fix... Maybe I should go to rehab.

 

 My thoughts are keeping me company, protecting me from the silence in the room and the sound of lead on paper as she was finishing up her thoughts about how deranged I am. I had a quick vision of slowly pushing the blade inside her, twisting it as I slowly ripped it from her body. I touched the blade to my tongue, the taste of blood and steel fills my mouth, I savor it for a while before I get the rest of my fix. She finally stops writing and looks at me with a smile and says, " Mr. Boykins." She paused before continuing, she looked me up and down and shook her head, no emotion was expressed. "I have to say without a doubt, that although the police do not have enough evidence to arrest you for the murders of my colleagues, I have no reason to believe that you are not responsible...

 

 

"To hell what you think b***h! All you gotta do is find a way to prove it, or you just might end up lucky number thirteen." With that said I showed myself out, excited about the events to come, this one is going to be special.

 

The next day, Professor Higgins arrived at District Attorney Alex Smick's office to try to get me put away. " Come On Smick! Didn't you read my report!? This guy has to be taken off the streets, we all know he killed every single one of the court ordered psychologists. They all just didn't disappear off the face of the earth goddamn it!" Smick sat behind his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Professor, everybody in this whole goddamn state knows he killed those people, but without a body, murder weapon, DNA, etcetera; We have no means to arrest this lunatic." It was all true, even the lunatic part, but one thing Smick forgot was that I was always one foot ahead of the other...My daddy taught me that.

 

 

Higgins was scared shitless, I understood why though, I couldn't wait for her to get off, I broke in her house and made myself at home. I decided to get relaxed and prepare myself for the party, so I ran a bath and kicked back, "This is going to be the greatest fix yet." The anticipation was killing me, I felt myself going into withdrawal, " I wish she would hurry the f**k up!" I didn't mean to yell, I guess I really have a problem. A car pulled in the driveway, she was home& I could hardly restrain myself. A twist of the doorknob and the professor was finally home, I could see the fear pouring out of her, which probably explains why District Attorney Smick followed right behind her.

 

 

"Thank you so much for coming here with me, we really need to discuss an alternate plan to get rid of Boykins." Professor Higgins poured two glasses of scotch and handed one to Smick. "You do understand that if any of this is ever leaked it will be the end of both us?" Higgins took a sip of her drink and licked her lips, "It's either we kill him before he kills me, or we get him to confess which I don't see happening." I watched them from inside the closet, losing my patience fairly quickly. I decided to end the silence, " I have to say your bathroom is very lovely professor." I walked over and sat on the couch, they remained silent as I continued on. " I'm actually quite impressed that either of you would even have the balls to conjure up a crazy idea like that." Smick stood up and stepped towards me, not afraid of guns I guess.

 

 In a split second my gun was out and the trigger was pulled... "I always liked John Wayne movies Professor, did you know that?" I stood over Smick's body and watched as he drowned in his own blood, I finally got the fix I was looking for. "Your f*****g insane!" Higgins was still sitting at the table, but why would she say that before she is about to die? I walked over and sat next to her, "My dick is hard professor, you are going to fix me up the way I've been fantasizing about. Would you like to pick out the knife or should I?" The excitement was too much.

 

"You know what professor, things could have been different between us, you just wouldn't stop judging and writing about me! I don't mean to scream it's just... It's just you didn't help me." She didn't understand, I could tell that she didn't but I let her proceed anyways. " Help you with what Mr. Boykins? I can help you now, but you have to tell me did you kill those people?" I figured that she was going to die anyways  and I would get the high I need, sounds like a win win to me. "Yes professor, I killed your fellow colleagues. Let's just say finding them would be like searching for the jigsaw pieces for twelve different puzzles. That's such a daunting task don't you think, no matter though, soon you'll be scattered like the rest and my high will fade away, lets just hope they can help me before I ned another fix." She smiled and thanked me, no parting words were offered, not even a plea to live, something was wrong.

 

"Cat got your tongue professor? Or are you too afraid to speak?" She looked up at me with a cocky little smirk and whispered the last words I would ever hear, "This time I was one foot in front of the other, you're a dead man!" I backed up a few feet at those words to ponder what she meant by that. Lately I've been doubting whether I ever will. I like to believe that the statement was empty and I finally killed that b***h a thousand times over. Well that's at least what I like to think... But I guess the world decided they had enough of my killing days, and sent that bullet flying through the window and into my skull. All I wanted was one more fix, I chased the high and now I'm dead.... Euphoria doesn't exist here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[Jackson H. Harley]

As weird as this may sound I loved this :p weird and wonderful and smartly written, another interesting piece :)