Desperately Seeking Psycho (Chapter One)

Desperately Seeking Psycho (Chapter One) Desperately Seeking Psycho (Chapter One)

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Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

Summary

Landon Bradford is bored. He hates his job and his life. He needs to change something. One day something snaps and he gets a taste for murder. After this event he realizes that to commit the perfect string of murders, he must acquire an accomplice.

Summary

Landon Bradford is bored. He hates his job and his life. He needs to change something. One day something snaps and he gets a taste for murder. After this event he realizes that to commit the perfect string of murders, he must acquire an accomplice.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Desperately Seeking Psycho

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Landon Bradford is bored. He hates his job and his life. He needs to change something. One day something snaps and he gets a taste for murder. After this event he realizes that to commit the perfect string of murders, he must acquire an accomplice.

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Submitted: October 16, 2012

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Chapter one

There was blood everywhere. In every direction that he turned all he could see was crimson pools of liquid. He looked down at his trembling hand to see himself clutching at a gun, he wasn’t sure what type or where he got it from, just that he was glad he had it. The faces of his dead co-workers were blank; grey with red splatters of blood. He could feel death in the air, it hung around like a suffocating cloud and the blood saturated him with a metallic stench that he could not escape. However, all he could think of was how glad he was it was over. He could breathe now. No boss to tell him what to do, no colleagues to shun him and whisper about him when they thought he wasn’t around. Well he proved them wrong. He sat back in his chair, content with his days work.

“Bradford. Are you listening to me?”

Landon Bradford sat up straight, brushing his dirty blonde hair away from his slate grey eyes. Damn, he had been day dreaming again while his boss was talking to him, a bad habit.

“Yes, Sorry Mr Sanders, it’s been a long day”

He instantly regretted saying that.

“It is 11.15 in the morning. Now get to work.”

His boss snapped. Landon had been working at the Sanders & Son Company for almost seven years now, and had despised his boss for each minute of it. The only reason he didn’t just up and leave was because he knew how hard it was to get a job in the current economic climate and he would rather be at a job he hated than jobless and probably homeless. It’s not like he had any family to fall back on should he get into trouble, he had left them years ago, along with his old life. And he refused to look back.

Landon struggled to focus on the task at hand, paper work; so mundane. A perfect task for a nobody like him. His mind wandered to his day dream. Never before had he felt so satisfied, never so at peace with himself. But it was just a day dream. A person can’t just massacre their entire workplace, even if it was justified. He sighed, leaning back in his chair, mourning the fact that he could never put his day dream into action.

Footsteps approached him and so he turned his chair, half hoping it would be a new guy who didn’t know that Landon was the pariah of the office. Perhaps they could get a beer after work, watch the rugby and talk about their lives as if they’d known each other for years.

No.
Mr Sanders advanced toward his cubicle barely hiding the smug grin on his face.

“You’re going to have to work late tonight, Bradford.”

“What? No I can’t, I’ve worked late the past three nights.”

“Did you just defy me, Bradford? Because you do remember that I am in charge here and if I tell you to do something then you do it. No discussion required.”

And with that Sanders spun on his heel and strutted away, clearly pleased with himself. Landon smashed his fist onto his desk in anger, making his glass topple over and shatter on the floor. Not one person turned to see what the noise was about, they must have known it was Landon.

As he knelt down to pick up the broken glass pieces he nicked his finger on a shard.

“Fuck.”

He muttered under his breath. It was always him. The one who had to stay behind to finish someone else’s project, the one who had to come in early, the one who had to cover when someone called in sick at the last minute. He was sick of it, sick of everyone and everything. He thought to himself,

fuck you all’

And swiftly stormed away to dispose of the demolished glass.


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