|American Psycho: Dual Evil
Author: Druid Sorceress PM
Patrick Bateman's reign of terror is still being unleashed in New York City. What happens when he meets a likeminded girl with a thirst for blood that matches his own?Rated: Fiction M - English - Crime/Romance - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,046 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 30 - Updated: 08-27-09 - Published: 08-23-09 - id: 5324579
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Author's Note: I just saw American Psycho for the first time and was inspired to write this fanfic. No flames please! Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in this story except for my character, Amber Ferraro. Everything else is property of Lion's Gate Home Entertainment, and of course, of brilliant author, Bret Easton Ellis.
He should have been in captivity, paying for his inhuman crimes...he should have been caught and brought to justice for the terror he had spread around the city of New York...but, Patrick Bateman was still a free man...still at large...still capable of adding more to his symphony of destruction.
Bateman was the modern poster boy for being a psychotic murderer...forget Freddy Krueger or even Charles Manson; the impeccably dressed and well put together man was the face of mass murder. Like Ted Bundy, he looked like the "boy-next-door"...a seemingly harmless Vice President of a Wall Street Firm...it was the perfect facade for a serial killer like Patrick.
After his initial confession to his attorney about the murders of at least 20 people by his hand, he began to be more methodical about his murders and started to become more careful about dumping the bodies. Since nobody had caught on to his dangerous obsession, he had long since decided to let it remain that way; the thrill of being unsuspected fuelled his bloodlust.
As of late, he'd begun prowling new places in town and joined an online fantasy role-playing game called "Evisceration", where he and other members played out fantasy murders. Although the rules of this game made the use of special 20-sided dice an absolute must, Patrick freely and indiscriminately murdered his victims.
Although his urges to spill blood haunted him every day, playing Evisceration helped keep them at bay. It also gave him new and exciting ways to keep the body count increasing for him. Because members could send messages to each other, mostly critiques on their kills, Patrick got quite a few interesting tips and ideas on creating more of his twisted masterpieces...
... One night, after a particularly trying day at the office, Patrick opened a bottle of Chardonnay and logged onto Evisceration, where he hoped to talk to a girl from Manhattan, who was seemingly just as twisted as he was.
This girl was online almost every night, always coming up with new ways of murdering people in the game...in Patrick's eyes, she seemed adept at selecting the right types of victims and also seemed to be as methodical as he was in the way he disposed of them. She was also his "partner in crime", so to speak, as they sometimes teamed up to play out a joint fantasy.
They had been playing together for a few months and Patrick was beginning to wonder what the girl, known as "Furia" online, was really like in real life. Was she a pampered trust-fund girl who played Evisceration to get back at her daddy? Or was she really as sick and twisted as Patrick was? Either way, Patrick longed to find out.
Mere seconds after logging in, "Furia" sent him an instant message:
Patrick took a sip of chardonnay and grinned to himself before typing his reply.
WallStreetMurderer: Hello Furia, what a pleasure to talk to you tonight. Tell me, do you have a new scenario for us tonight?
Furia: I had a bad day in class today. Fucking Professor got on my case for being late and then kept me after the lecture to try and flirt with me. What a pervert!
WallStreetMurderer: Oh? How do you think he should be disposed of?
Furia: I'd like to grab him by the necktie and throw him into a wood chipper.
Patrick took another sip of chardonnay as he critiqued her reply.
WallStreetMurderer: Although I would love to see something like that happen someday, I think that plan would be a waste of your talent. Try again.
Furia: Maybe I'd seduce him first...make him think he's won me over...then I'd tie him to the bed, castrate him with a serrated knife, then plunge the blade into both of his eyes. I want to savour his screams of agony.
Patrick pursed his lips in thought, his body shivering in anticipation... He liked her second idea and absently wondered what Furia looked like in person. Then, he decided to make his move.
WallStreetMurderer: I like the way you think. Can I ask you something?
Furia: Ask away.
WallStreet: Would you consider meeting me for a drink sometime soon? I would really like to see the girl behind the criminal genius here.
Patrick finished his glass of chardonnay, hoping for a positive answer to his request. Setting the glass down, he waited for her answer. Soon, she sent her reply...he wasn't disappointed.
Furia: I'd love to...I'd like to see the man behind the bloodlusting prowess.
Patrick smiled in spite of himself before replying.
WallStreetMurderer: Perfect. It would be too risky to meet near Wall Street or your campus...how about Central Park?
Furia: Sounds like a plan. Fridays are usually best for me since I only have one morning lecture.
WallStreetMurderer: This Friday is perfect for me. Does 1:00 pm sound good to you?
Furia: It's perfect. I will see you then.
WallStreetMurderer: Perfect...now go into more detail with your plan. Tell me everything.
Patrick wrote the meeting down in his personal day planner, smiling in anticipation of things to come. As he read her vivid description of her fantasy kill, he began to wonder what it would be like to have an accomplice in real life...