Psychopathic (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9

There were tears in his eyes as he ventured deeper into the woods.

It wasn't wise for anyone to be alone out there, but he rarely strayed too far from the town. Things were unbearable now, and he really didn't feel like talking to anyone so he just thoughtlessly went further and further in until the darkness snapped him out of his stupor and he stopped.

His feet ached, but he didn't care.

No matter how hard he tried to not think about it, the words kept coming back jabbing his heart painfully with every nasty implication they had. It prevented his eyes from drying out, and he wished that he could tell someone about it but knew he couldn't.

Which is why he didn't want to see anyone right now; he knew that he'd just tell them everything.

Ari brought a hand to his face and touched the bottom of his lip where he felt a stinging sensation there, and when he looked down at his thumb he wasn't surprised to see that there was blood.

Today his mother had been especially cruel to him, and it was one of those rare times where she struck him in the face. He knew she disliked omegas intensely and disapproved of them, but he didn't know just how intense her hatred and disgust was. All he did was innocently talk back to one of her rants about how disgusting they were.

Really, it was stupid. He just couldn't help but defend them, but it was mostly because he was thinking of Eli. There was nothing disgusting or vile about him, and nobody looked at him like he was anything less, but his mother disagreed and she was even more enraged when she remembered that they're now friends. She thought the most appropriate thing to do was strike him out of anger.

It just hurts to know that he found the most comfort and understanding with Eli and that's how his mother treats his friendship with him.

Rowan and Alec were good friends, too, but Alec had always been busy with his duties towards the pack and he was also an alpha who lived a very different life than them. Rowan, however, was a great person to talk to but she often didn't really get what he's going through which was no fault of her own. Ari hadn't been completely honest with her, but he couldn't bring himself to be.

In all honesty, his life at home would be so much easier if he decided to distance himself away from Eli, yet he found a unique sort of comfort with him that made him unable to.

Why should he deny himself that one little thing, anyway?

Ari huffed sniffing as he looked around himself and found anxiety slowly rearing its head when he realized something extremely disconcerting.

He somehow was too deep in his thoughts and sadness that he didn't realize he ventured a bit too far, further than he ever had before. Not only was he alone, but he was also lost in an unfamiliar area.

To make matters worse, a blood-curdling scream startled him and made him trip on his feet before he found himself tumbling down a slope.

His body ached as he groaned rolling on his back before his chest shook. A sob almost came out of him because everything just hated him, but as soon as the urge to cry it out came, it went away when he realized he fell there because of a scream.

A bone chilling scream.

Something wasn't quite right, and he quickly shifted to try and pushed himself up before the sound of something dropping into the grass rolled beside him. Ari couldn't help but turn his head to look, and he wished he had stayed at home and tolerated his mother's abuse.

It was a severed head.

A recently severed head.

His arms trembled as he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and his heart sank when he heard steps approaching him. His eyes darted up to be greeted with a bleeding headless body, then his eyes focused behind the legs approaching him to see a grisly scene. Ari couldn't tell how many bodies there were, but he could see broken necks and missing limbs.

One of the limbs, an arm, was held by the very same person approaching him before it was thrown away aside carelessly. Ari still refused to look at the person approaching him, but he didn't have to.

A bloody hand grabbed him by the side of his collar and swiftly pulled him up as if he was weightless making him stand on his two wobbling feet. Ari was frozen in fear. All he could look at was the ground where lifeless eyes stared up at him.

"I should pray to moon-moon goddess more often." The man let his shirt go and tilted Ari's chin up with the back of his hand where there was no blood. "I didn't think she'd drop me something so beautiful."

Ari would have pleaded, but all that came out of him was a fearful sound devoid of any breath. All he managed to do was cowardly take a step back. The man wasn't bothered and simply closed the distance with a step of his own before Ari found his back pressed behind a wall of mossy stone with his heart beating in his chest, thudding in his ears.

This was the worst situation he could ever find himself in.

"What brings something like you all the way over here?" The man had to bend to look down at him curiously, he was so close their foreheads were almost touching. He sounded like he enjoyed having Ari pinned helplessly like that which only made his feelings of helplessness worsen.

He couldn't help but shamelessly let out a sniffle as his eyes teared up once more today.

"No, no. Don't cry." The man shushed sounding deceptively gentle as if he didn't just murder at least three men just now acting as if Ari's cries of distress were uncalled for. There was a soothing touch to the way he wiped a tear that fell from Ari's cheek, but it didn't erase the fact that he smudged his cheek with blood instead. "Who did this to you?"

"Nobody." He lied as he silently cried. He wasn't believed, but he wasn't questioned about it either.

A less bloody hand was brought to his face and he stroked Ari's lip carefully before pulling his hand away looking at the blood on his thumb the same way Ari did earlier to himself. The man leaned back to give Ari some breathing space, then grinned at him and brought his hand to his own lips with Ari's blood on his thumb licking it.

"I like how you taste."

"Please let me go." Ari managed to let out, and the terror he felt was palpable. There were so many things that could go wrong and he just wanted out of there. Away from a brutal killer and his collection of dead bodies. "I just want to go home. Please."

The guy looked at him thoughtfully before he tilted his head in interest. "Beg some more."

"No... I-" Ari was speechless, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know what will happen to him, all he knows was that he was in serious imminent danger. All he could do was hopelessly look down and whimper. "I don't want to die."

"I don't make it a habit to kill pretty little things." The man's tone was light and friendly, and he didn't seem to care about personal space as he loomed over Ari with a presence that appeared friendly, but felt threatening. There was no telling what the man had in his mind. "You shouldn't be here, you know that?"

Ari didn't but he wasn't in a position to disagree as he nodded his head.

"Someone dangerous could have found you." The man sighed treating him like the lost child that he is, and placed a hand covered with drying blood on the small of Ari's back leading him away. "Let me take you home, ok?"

It was as if Ari had a choice in that. "Ok."

And that's how Ari found himself shivering in his bathtub wondering if that encounter was real. The clothes that were thrown all over his bathroom's floor were a proof of the reality of it, but he still couldn't believe it as he slowly touched his cheek where his tear was wiped away.

It was surreal.

He walked away alive and he didn't know how to feel about it all. He wasn't going to tell anyone of this. He wasn't going to tell anyone about anything.

Because, really, would it change anything?