Prologue

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The strange boy never liked it when people used the word psychopathic to describe his tendancies. It always sounded so abhorrent and distasteful to him. He didn't consider himself "unstable" or void of any emotions from any aspect at all. In fact, he thought he was quite the opposite. He didn't think he had issues.

A chuckle quietly escaped his lips as he stroked the hair of the beaten up girl lying before him.

Okay, maybe I do have some issues, he thought.

But he never saw a problem with that. If anything, he determined it to be healthy. It made him a well-balanced person. Something needed to equalize the light, tone down the whiteness, and level out the good.

With these thoughts churning over in his mind, felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to the side to come face to face with his accomplice.

All three of them were situated under the Bean, formally known as the Cloud Gate. The darkened clouds and buildings around them were mirrored on the shiny, silver surface. It was a beautiful sight that the boy marveled at.

"You did great," he brushed the frizzy hair behind her ears. She instinctively leaned into him and placed a kiss on his lips with her own chapped lips.

"You know I'd do anything for you."

It was so painfully obvious how head-over-heels she was over him. From time to time she became almost unbearable because of how closely she would cling to him. He once even contemplated giving her the same fate as the bleeding girl on the ground, but dealt with it because he knew somewhere deep down in his rotten soul that he managed to feel something that he dubbed as love for her.

Before turning back to the weak girl, he saw that there was a hint of sadness in her eyes that didn't go unnoticed.

He took her chin between his thumb and index finger before asking her, "why do you look so down?"

"Nothing," she quickly replied. Her eyes flickered down to the poor girl. "But maybe this wasn't such a good id--"

She was abruptly cut off when his grip on her tightened to the point where his chipped, dirty fingernails drew thin streams of blood from her grimy jaw. Sharp shocks of excitement shot throughout his body and. Just the pure thought of causing fear made his pupils dilate and heart beat as fast as a drum. He slightly laughed with wide eyes as if he was a little child in a candy shop for the first time.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you," he gave her a chance to redeem herself. This was another example of why he found pride in himself. He was forgiving and gave people second chances. He reasoned that this was the good that counterbalanced the bad.

"Nothing," she repeated. "I love you."

A smug smile crept onto his face at her response. "I love you, too. Forever."

He finally walked back to the limp body with purple bruises blemishing her face. The long wait was finally over. Now was his chance to make things right again. His mother would be happy.

"Look, darling," he lightly patted the girl's cheek to keep her awake and pointed above them to the reflective surface of the Bean. "Now you can watch everything happen, too. See how much I do for you?"

With all the remaining strength left in her body, she inches her stinging face closer to the vile boy and spat a mouthful of blood on him.

The sticky, rancid-smelling blood slowly trickled down his face. All he did was curve his lips upwards in an amused smirk before wiping the redness off of his cheek.

"Don't be mad at me, sweetie. How many of your fingers will I have to break for you to realize that this is what's best?" he cooed at her while gently pinching her mutilated fingers.

But if he closely looked past all the welts and cuts in her skin, she was such a pretty sight to him.

"You, ma chérie, are beautiful. It's such a shame that I have to kill you."

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