No... I am not a psycho. It is fiction... get it?

I know my friends ad I know that each of you will send me an email wondering if I have flipped. I have not. The protagonist here is a new character I am working on. I am not sure I if I will develop it or not but I wanted to get the thoughts down. So here you go... The Addict.

Heroin addicts know the feeling. It is hard for normal people to grasp a complete understanding of the shear euphoria and sense of peace that washes over me in these situations. A druggy could. Maybe even an alcoholic. I had to laugh as I thought of that. It is very ironic that peacefulness should be a feeling that washes over me at this moment, but it is like that, isn’t it? Just as one has an uneasy, restless, and anxious feeling before the needle enters the vein. Then that sudden comforting cozy feeling as the chemicals enters his blood stream flowing straight to his brain. He is at ease. He got what he came for and, for a little while, his inner turmoil is quieted. I have gone without my drug for too long. I need a hit.

My heart races and I am sure the beating can be heard echoing throughout the garage as it does in my ears. However, no one looks up at me as I walk towards the elevators. This one is special for me. It isn’t as random as in the past. I usually pick some poor sap out of a crowd and follow them for a few weeks learning their routines and habits; their perversions that they think are secret. I like using their secrets against them. Young Brain enjoyed random sex with much older men in gas station restrooms. That’s how I finally got him. Of course I could have just attacked him a hundred times before but what fun is that? When he entered the piss-scented restroom he smiled and dropped to his knees on the grimy shit stained floor. He unzipped my pants and where he expected to find my cock, he found a silenced pistol. You see, I cut a hole in my pocket and, strangely enough, through my blue jeans it looked like an aroused penis. Brain was an impish sort of guy and a simple hand on the back of his head kept him from jerking away at the sight of the black steel. I made him put his mouth on it. He was expecting a throat-full of cum. Instead I fired a piece of lead down his neck. His head was nearly severed as his body twitched on the cold tile. That rush lasted me for months.

No, this time is not like that at all. This time is vengeance. I haven’t tried this particular brand yet. I knew exactly how it was going to happen too. I have not repeated myself yet. That way nothing looks related. I don’t know what gets me off the most, the killing or the getting away with it. In the elevator I am riding down with an Asian girl in her early twenties. She is smoking hot with lilac skin and jet-black hair. I stare at her in her tight skirt and silk blouse. Through a gap in the buttons I can make out a hint of a purple nipple. Her breasts are not big but they are perky and she gives me such a hard on. I almost forget about why I am here and I want to pin her down right here and have my way with her. She is small and wouldn’t be able to put up too much of a fight. No! I have to do what I came here for. She smiles as she gets to her floor and exits the elevator. I smile back. Maybe I’ll see her again soon.

The elevator reaches the lobby and I make my way to the rotating door at the front of the building. My palms sweat as I cross the street despite the cold and snowy weather. I am reeling inside and I need my fix. I can feel that my eye is starting to twitch. Soon I will be in position. Soon I will smell her perfume and she probably will not even know who I am until after the syringe is in her neck. It will be too late to scream then. The drug would have already taken effect. She will, however, have time to think about ignoring my calls and leaving with no explanation all those years ago. I heard she was married now with a little girl. I am sure they will miss her. I can hardly wait now as I duck in to the restaurant from the back door. I worked here before and I know that they never lock the storage area. I find myself a dark corner and I wedge between a stack of wine boxes and a couple of beer crates. As long as I stay crouched, no one will see me until she comes down to stock her bar. The waiting is the hardest part.