Psycho

Unit 18

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Disclaimer: This story contains violence, gore, sexual content and strong language. Subjects covered might trigger some. If you are very sensible or easily offended, please abstain from reading.

On Saturday morning, Dan was surprised to wake up earlier than Phil. He had had an awful night of sleep, anyway. Any attempts at falling back asleep turned out to fail miserably.

He supposed it was because of the endless anxiety he had felt the evening before. Phil was getting close to the pattern, Dan had to do something to keep him away. He wasn't sure if playing depressed would work for much longer. He guessed he could only wait to find out.

Dan ate his breakfast sleepily, his neck hurting from sleeping in a weird angle and his whole body aching for rest. After ending up eating, he took a shower to try and relax his tensed muscles. When he walked back to his room with a towel tightly wrapped around his hips, he noticed that Phil's bedroom door was open and that he wasn't in it anymore.

He shrugged and got dressed. He walked back to the living room where he found Phil munching on some toasts. "He really got thrown off by the Blind Breakfast, didn't he?" Dan thought to himself, laughing inwardly.

Phil greeted him with a wave and Dan replied with a quiet "morning". He sat on the couch, put his laptop on his thighs and opened up his favorite websites to check out what was new.

"Sleep well?" Phil asked after swallowing up his bite.

"Awfully." Dan replied. "You?"

"Extraordinary well, actually." Phil said, nodding his head vigorously to support his words.

"At least that makes one of us."

Phil nodded again, biting in his toast. He stared at Dan intensely, waiting for him to add something. But he didn't. He tried coughing awkwardly, but Dan still didn't tell anything.

"It's, uh, nice out." Phil said, trying to catch Dan's attention.

"It is." He simply replied, still staring at his computer screen.

"Nice day to, uh, celebrate." Phil hinted.

"Celebrate what?" Dan asked, confused.

"Oh, I don't know, being alive. Existing. Knowing that 2 plus 8 equals 10 and that 10 times 3 equals 30."

"What are you on about?" Dan giggled, leaving the screen to give Phil a look full of confusion and amusement.

"Nothing. Forget about that."

Phil got up, took his plate and exited the lounge. Shrugging, Dan turned back to the screen.

He needed to find his victim again. It was getting late. He had to go tonight. He would dig every little corner to find him again, follow every underground line if that's what it took. If he waited more, he felt like he was putting off the pattern. He needed to go further.

But it was becoming more difficult now that Quest Kadner had another body to examine. Dan was sure he wouldn't find anything compromising, but still. He had to stay careful.

"2 plus 8 equals 10 and 10 times 3 equals 30." Phil's words echoed in his mind again. What did that even mean? Dan didn't search further. Phil was the best at saying words that didn't really mean anything.

Suddenly, about 5 minutes later, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He grabbed it and looked at the notification. Some irrelevant person had texted him.

He was about to put his phone back next to him when something clicked in his head. 2 plus 8 equals 10 and 10 times 3 equals 30. He looked back at his phone and checked the date. His mouth dropped.