Let's Kill Tonight

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Brendon had made his way the next night down to the city hall. He wanted to go through some records to see what he could find out about Grace. She had clearly come back to Illinois and wasn’t in school. So there wouldn’t be any high school records available. He figured something would cause her to leave.

He had done a little searching into her memories but nothing seamed to patch together. It was almost like she had pushed all her old memories away so desperately that she wanted to forget her self.

He did catch something about a Chicago mental hospital

But he didn’t know the exact name nor did know why she would be in one. She looked perfectly healthy to him. As much as he would have liked to go to the library and look at new papers he’d rather look at city records. He wanted to get the name an address of the hospital that was so vivid in his mind.

“Hey! What are you doing? You can’t be in here.”

Brendon stopped walking down the cold hallway and turned to face the security guard, “Are you going to stop me?”

Brendon could see the gun pointed at him, “Put your hands up where I can see them.”

Brendon sighed and pulled his hands out of his pockets before raising them above and in front of him. He couldn’t help but smirk. This porker probably couldn’t even catch him if Brendon was skipping down the halls. He never understood why they’d let the useless doughnut eating cops be security. If it honestly came down to it what damage could they do? Sit on him and crush him?

Brendon started to walk forward as slowly as he could, “Oh you got such a shiny gun. Do you even know how to use it? I bet the safety is on.”

“Stop. I will shoot you.”

Brendon snorted in reply, “No you won’t. You’re too scared you’ll kill me.”

“I mean it. No further.”

Brendon sighed before dematerializing and appearing behind the security cop. He gripped onto the head in front of him and easily let the neck snap in two. He wasn’t in the mood for games tonight. He meant business tonight.

He let the body fall to the floor and quickly stole the keys off of one of the belt loops. At least he now could get into everywhere. It was just a matter of finding what he needed.

He continued down the dark hall with the key’s metal clip on ring twirl on his finger as he went. He didn’t mind the keys spinning in a circle. They seemed to give him something to think about.

He stopped in front of a door where he could see some filing cabinets. He tried a few keys and ended up getting the right one the third time around. He pushed opened the door and turned on the light so he could fully see the room.

He started opening drawers and rummaging through files. They were old case files. Nothing too special but not very well organized. Brendon kept digging around till something caught his eye

He furred his brows and picked out the folder, “Summers family.”

When he opened the folder he was surprised to see a few newspaper clippings with the case reports. But that wasn’t that was all in there. There were photos of the family. He could see the older couple and a child that could have been Grace.

He closed the filing cabinet with his elbow and laying the folder on top. He grabbed one of the newspaper clippings and started to read.

Officer Andrew Summers was arrested yesterday at a rest stop twenty miles out side of the city for the attempted murder of his wife and arson of his own home. Charges have been issued but the police department is waiting on a full investigation.

Three days ago the Summers house on Madison brunt to the ground with suspicion of arson. The daughter of the family was rescued but soon after the fire department found twenty one year old Kayla Summers tied to her bedroom door and was rescued from the burning home ranting about how her husband was out to kill the family. The fire department hasn’t confirmed these sayings yet.

Their young daughter was also taking to the hospital to treat lacerations cover her back. The police department won’t confirm if the lacerations are from a violent attack from Officer Summers himself or debris from the fire.

“So daddy was the crazy one.”

He rummaged around reading more articles. He had found out that Grace’s mom was the one in the metal ward and currently still was. He saw which one he was looking for and decided later he would go check on Grace’s mom. She what she knew. Maybe scare her a little.

Though the father had killed himself it looked like. After they have arrested him and officially removed him from his position at the station. Broke out into a psychotic rage and stole his partner’s gun. They tried to calm him down but he ended shooting himself in the head.

Brendon replaced the file growing bored quickly and left the building not caring who heard him or what cameras caught him. He didn’t care in all honesty. It’s not like they could do him any harm. Humans were so pathetic in his eyes.

He made it to the mental hospital in minutes and broke the lock on the front door. He was going in regardless. The alarm didn’t go off which was what surprised him. He was sure it wasn’t on silent. He even waited a few minutes to see if police would arrive.

When the coast was clear he walked in and could see a male nurse asleep at his station. Brendon walked by him and could see another set of keys on the desk. Brendon leaned over as quietly as he could and picked up the keys. The nurse continued to snore and Brendon couldn’t help but want to life at how easy this was.

He rummaged around and ended finding an office with files. He pulled out any files that were with the name Summers. He found two. One for Grace and one for her mother. The one of Grace was just from therapy sessions. She hadn’t actually been admitted as a patient. There was something that made Brendon lick his lips in anticipation. There had been a list of phobias Grace had discussed with her doctor.

Brendon ripped out the page and tucked it away in his jacket. He searched through her file and found nothing. He soon started to go through her mother’s file. Finding all bits of interesting pieces. This woman was a work of art.

Brendon couldn’t help but grin, “Hallucinations? Night Terrors?”

The more he read the more he wanted to meet this Kayla Summers, “Leads to mild paranoid schizophrenia.”

He found out where she was staying and couldn’t help himself but go see her. He walked down the halls whistling a tune he remembered but couldn’t place. He didn’t mind if it stirred some of the patients. It was better they’d be awake now then after what he’s going to do.

He stopped in front of the door and looked through the little plane of glass that was centered in the door. She was wide awake and looking up at him. He smiled and didn’t bother with keys. He forced the door open and Kayla curled into a ball in terror.

Brendon walked in, “Hello.”

She spoke so softly, “Where is Anthony?”

Brendon pointed behind me, “Oh the nurse at front?”

She nodded, “Where is he?”

Brendon never thought lying could hurt, “Oh I killed him. Actually he’s the second person I’ve killed tonight.”

He knew any reference to murder would set her off into a panic state. Still thought Andrew was after her. Not that he minded. The more scared a person was the more honest they were.

Brendon grabbed a chair from the corner in the room and put it near the front of her bed. He sat down and smiled. She let her eyes dart to the door and back to him. Secretly waiting and hoping to see someone come in.

“I’m not here to kill you Miss Summers. I just want to talk about Grace.”

The women looked back at him not saying a word as Brendon continued, “Ah forgive me, my name is Brendon Urie. I am a friend of your daughter. She never really mentioned you before or even Andrew.”

He watched Kayla’s body language change. The small tremors in the hands, increased heart rate that he could hear, face draining color and the more frequent glances looks towards the door and back to Brendon.

“I have a message from him through. After he met up with Grace. I decided to deliver it myself.”

She shook her head, “No.”

Brendon leaned forward and spoke in a whisper, “Your husband is such a colorful character.”

He watched Kayla’s hands fly up to cover her ears. He leaned a little closer and lower to met her gaze that was looking at the floor. He smirked at her and pushed off the chair still bent over and took a few steps closer to her.

“He said he’s coming to get you. But I can stop him if you tell me what I want to know.”

Kayla pulled her hands away from her ears, “What? You’ll do that?”

He always loved the sound of desperation in human’s voices. The urge to feel safe and secure. It made him sick at the idea that humans had to be safe all the time. Where is the excitement in that? The danger?

The edge?

“But I haven’t seen Grace in six years. They sent her away.”

Brendon shrugged and sat back while crossing his legs, “Maybe you’ll know the answers regardless.”

Brendon pulled out the thin piece of paper that he had tucked away. He smoothed it out across his knee and looked over it. Grace had been very young when they started this therapy. The fears listen were pretty common with children. Brendon knew that.

He had a few he’d like to talk about.

“You probably know more about Grace then I do.”

Brendon furred his eyebrows, “She doesn’t come visit you?”

Kayla shook her head, “The courts won’t let her.”

Brendon shrugged, “They’re all assholes anyways. They never know what is honestly right and wrong. Though, I found this phobia of hers. Autophobia?”

Kayla had calmed down a little and looked away from Brendon and back to him, “The fear of being alone or secluded.”

Brendon knew she knew all the phobias by name. At least the more common ones. He could ask her anything about any of the listed ones and Kayla could probably spit out more then the average therapist.

“She doesn’t like being alone?”

“All alone. When there is no one around she gets upset. She always needs to know someone is there. Even if it’s in the next room. Someone always has to be in hearing distance. But being secluded makes it worse. If she can’t get out of the spot she’s in she panics.”

He smiled. This was almost too easy. This woman was going to tell him everything he needed to know and not even honestly know what he was going to do. But either way, it was going to make the playing oh so much enjoyable.

“Does that tie in with Claustrophobia?”

Kayla shook her head, “No. She’s not afraid of small tight places. She’s afraid of being alone in a place she can’t leave.”

Brendon looked back down at the list, “What is Trypanophobia?”

Kayla unfolded her legs from her body feeling more confident in Brendon being here. She didn’t mind talking about phobias. Distracted her from her own. Not to mention any fear she has of Andrew.

“Fear of injections. She doesn’t like needles or anything entering her body through a needle or something similar. I don’t know if it’s still relevant. She was young when they diagnosed her with them.”

“Nyctohylophobia? Isn’t that fear of it being night?”

Kayla shook her head, “No. Nyctophobia is the fear of night. She’s afraid of being in the woods in the dark. We had a camping trip once. Before all of this. She didn’t like it. We were alone in the woods at a camp site and she couldn’t handle it. Demanded that we go home. Do you know if she is ok?”

Brendon sighed and decided to be honest, “Yes. She seams normal. She’s outgoing. I like that about her. She’s confident for the most part. Her head seems screwed on right.”

Kayla stood up and stretched, “You said you were a friend?”

Brendon let her walk past him, “Something like that.”

“Is she ok? Honestly?”

“She’s back in town. Living with Patrick and a few old friends I guess.”

“The Stump family. Of course. I should have known. At least she is eighteen she can come visit me now.”

Brendon looked over at his shoulder to see Kayla near the door. As much as he wanted telekinesis he dematerialized to appear in front of her. Kayla gasped and stepped back knowing no human could do that. She was desperately trying to create distance.

“What are you?”

He let his arms rest above his head in the doorway, “You could call me a monster or demon. Either way.”

“I knew something there was something wrong with you.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. There was something wrong with him? Did she not notice that she was the one locked in a mental ward and talking to a complete stranger about her daughter’s phobias? Oh this was making his night interesting.

She kept backing away, “She’s smart you know. What ever you plan to do to her she’ll know it.”

“Maybe, maybe not. She hasn’t run away from me yet. She seems intrigued by me. I haven’t harmed her so there is no reason for her to fear me.” He let his arms fall and he took a couple steps toward her, “I haven’t hurt you. Only came to ask a few questions.”

Again with that insecure fate, “And you said you’d keep Andrew away?”

He nodded, “Of course. I just need you to do one thing for me.”

She looked around before answering, “What?”

“Hold still.”

She froze and Brendon finally closed the distance and was now in front of her. He grabbed her arm and dematerialized to soon appear on the roof. She tried to fight him but he didn’t even half to struggle to keep his hold.

“Stop it.”

She froze and let him drag her to the edge of the roof, “Is there anything you want me to tell Grace?”

Kayla shook her head trying to back away, “No.”

Brendon smiled and pulled her back to him, “Okay.”

He let his smile fall. He grabbed her other lose hand and quickly threw her over the edge. Easily letting go and enjoying the scream he could hear. That was exactly what he needed to hear tonight. Just to get him even more electrified for the nights events.

God, humans were just so much fun for him.
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