It was nightfall, I've been here a little over a day. Curiosity got the better of me and I went over to get a closer look at the mounted heads on his wall. While I was examining them, fear spread through me. I came to the realization that they weren't fake. Kevin's a psycho, probably not medicated and obviously dangerous, even to me. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a key unlatching on the door. I gasped and had no time to move. The door cracked open silently. He silently walked in watching me. He stepped close to me but I backed away from away from him.
"I want to leave now." My voice shook. He raised his brows and shook his head 'no.' My face twitched. "I just want to go." I moved to walk around him and gasped when he cut me off. "Look, I…I appreciate you saving me and giving me shelter for awhile and-" I stopped abruptly as he took my hands in his. I pulled away. I tried to walk around him and he stepped in front of me again. "What are you doing? I want to leave." I asked and went to walk around him again. He cut me off again. I started to fight and push past him. He quickly maneuvered me standing me still in front of him. I twisted out of his grip. I went to punch him but never made contact.
Everything happened so fast. He did a surprisingly quick maneuver and started to steer me towards the mattress. I couldn't move an inch and when I tried, I only hurt myself. He dropped me onto the bed. I tried to get up. He pushed me down on my stomach. "Stop it, what are you doing? Stop it." He loomed over me and I tried to get on my back and kick him. "Stop it," I repeated. Finally, instinct took over and I began to thrash around wildly. "Get off of me, get off!" I said. We fought but he was far too quick and strong. Suddenly, he was sitting on the back of my legs, with my arm twisted against my back. He bend down to my face. "Shhh, shh," he spoke in his soft, strangely relaxing voice. "Don't hurt yourself."
"Kevin, I,I thought you wanted to help me. Please stop. I don't want to end up like one of them." I said through tears. "Kevin, let go, just let go. You're hurting me. I don't want to end up like one of them. I don't want to end up like one of them." I cried.
"Shhhh Elisha. I need you Elisha. Shhhh," he said. I stilled but remained tense. He relaxed his grip but remained close. He put his nose in the nap of my neck causing me to flinch. "Mmm, you smell so much better now," he said and shivers to ran through me. With his other hand he started to stroke my back with a softness that had been in his voice. He traced my back and carefully moved the hair out of my face. I stayed still watching him out of the corner of my eye.
He finally stopped touching me and rose to his feet slowly. I curled up on my side putting my hand over my mouth and avoided his stare. He left and I took a few deep breathes and thought I had privacy to let my emotions out but he came right back. He brought with him a plate of food and a glass of water. I couldn't catch my breath from sobbing in time to tell him anything. He left right away and was gone for hours.
Now it's the middle of the night, though I don't know exactly what time it is. I wondered what he meant by him saying that needed me. The only conclusion I could come to was that I'm going to end up being another trophy, just another trophy. I had spent a lot of time scared and crying. He had seemed so nice, though strange. Did he do this to all of those girls? Did he get to know them as he is doing with me? I kept rehashing the same questions in my head; how am I going to die? When am I going to die? How I can injure him so I can get away? I'd kill him if I could but I doubted I could considering how he took down all 4 of my assailants in less then 60 seconds. I just couldn't surrender to the hopelessness of the situation. I had to keep my head on straight and keep him talking.
Kevin, being nocturnal, soon went to sleep then awoke sometime after sunset. He left the house and went on a nightly stroll. He thought of his recent acquirement but not in the eating way. He wondered if she could help him. He realized speaking to her was vital to his situation, but it was a barrier that was up for years. It made him nervous that he may have to get used to speaking to another person. That had too many implications for him. It would mean a great deal but he was wanting a great deal in return as well.
He wasn't normal person. Not speaking was who he was. It was who he has been for years. His father had told him that no one would accept him and his appetites. That no one else would care for what he had to say and that living in this kind of seclusion is the only way for him to live. It was true though, to indulge in kidnapping, murder and cannibalism, a hideaway would be a good thing to have. So he lived in seclusion and became accustomed to it.
He had thought about human contact before. It was a lingering feeling that stayed for days at a time sometimes. He did not especially want to open up to his usual victim, a whore. They were all unwilling and not helpful anyway. He thought about the night he happened upon a crime that was about to be committed against that girl. That homeless girl, he thought, is convenient. That girl, he thought, might suffice. He found himself going into a gas station and buying a cherry slushy and a single red rose. He thought perhaps, with out words he could put her at ease. So for now she was his own, his precious.
I saw the door open and adrenaline made me jump off the mattress, putting it between us. He held his empty hand out as if to say relax and then kneeled down at the side of the bed. He extended the rose out to me with that small smile a little wider this time. I was dumbfounded and just stared at it. After awhile my eyebrows rose. He motioned for me to sit so I kneeled on the edge of the mattress.
"You want me to stay, here, with you?" He nodded with his perpetual stare. It wasn't a blank stare. It was a very expressive stare. The kind that conveyed about as much as words. "Why would you want that?" I asked remembering he had spoke so little to me before. I closed my eyes at his silence. "Are you going to kill me?" His smiled faltered and he shook his head. Of course I doubted him.
"I know you're trying to communicate something to me with this;" I gestured towards the rose. "But…I would be nothing but an inconvenience to you," I said hoping to convince him to loose interest in me. "I had a nice enough abandon apartment before you came along." Still silence and his unyielding stare. "Come on, you hardly even talk to me, you must really like me," I said sarcastically hoping to manipulate him into saying something. He lifted himself up off the floor and joined me on the bed. And I flinched at how suddenly he moved.
"I like you," He said delicately. I was surprised when he spoke and couldn't believe the nerve he had saying he liked me. I couldn't control what I was about to say. I was hoping that he'd see he was wrong. Hoping he'd let me leave. Hoping to talk sense to an insane person.
"You act all creepy, don't let me leave, twist my arm. That's not 'like.'" He flashed me a look like, 'how dare you?' "That's-" I said becoming angry making it difficult to find the right words. "That's demented. I was trying so hard to be nice to you. I put up with your silent game, your unwelcome touches and-" He put his hand over my mouth.
Enraged at his nerve, I suddenly lashed out, knocking him off balance. He fell back. I sprung out of bed and jumped up and over him. He grabbed my ankle in a vice grip causing me to fall. I turned and tried to kick him in the face. When he blocked and instantly perched on top of me. My arms covering me and my breath held. With my eyes tightly closed, I waited to be hit or killed. He watched my terror with his hands resting on his knees. His manner smooth and unaffected. He shook his head.
"Tsk tsk tsk," he clicked his tongue at me. His eye brows raised and he sighed. He surprised me when I felt his hands wrap around my wrists. I pulled away at first but he pulled my hands up to be enclosed in his. I chanced a look at him and he was looking at me curiously.
"Look, I don't want to be here anymore. And you, you really don't need me. I can take care of myself." His smiled widened, his stare returned to my eyes and shook his head, 'no.' "Kevin…I, you have to understand." I kept in mind that I was talking to a crazy person so I chose my words carefully and calmly. "If you like me, tell me what you want." I said shaking below him. "I'm sure I can't be what ever you need me for if you won't talk to me." My throat started to tighten. "You have spoke to me before. Why does it seem so hard for you? This is driving me crazy."
I started a bit as he gracefully rose up off of me and gave me his hand and smiled some. I stared right back at him moving away then getting up on my own. He looked disappointed. He opened the door and motioned for me to follow him. I looked at him cautiously, internally jumping at the chance to get a better look at the place to aid in my escape I said, "ok."
The walls where a dark brown paneling, all was quiet and there was a light at the end of the hallway. Turning the corner and came into the living room. The room was cozy, warm and very neat. Walking to the middle of he room I observed bookcases, a lamp, a recliner, couch and a fireplace. I was looking for a phone. I didn't see one. Coming full circle in looking about the room I started as I saw Kevin sitting on the floor right where I had come in. He was looking down at his hands as if he was in deep thought. "No hello?" I asked quietly and got the unwanted attention of his eyes again . "No TV?" I forced a small smile.
"Sit," he laid his hand out on the space in front of him. Surprised, I came to sit in front of him. I looked at him intently expecting more words. When none came I thought out loud.
"It's good to, have a change of scenery." Silence. "This place is…cozy." He actually wasn't looking at me this time, he was staring off to the side. We heard a car pull into the driveway. Kevin put his hand up and went,
"Shh." He rose to his feet and motioned for me to follow him. I went with him with out question for some reason, putting unreasonable, illogical trust in him. As soon as we reached the basement room I asked, "Why shouldn't he know I'm here? What would he do?" He looked at me from the side with a slightly worried expression and said,
"He'd want me to kill you." He held a hand up signaling he'll be right back. I went to sit on the bed, putting yet more trust in him then I did doubt.
I was shocked that he answered my question and stunned at the answer as well. Many questions filled my head like, is his father responsible for him being the way he is? Or is he just lying? Is his father the one who she should be trusting? But how can his father not know about Kevin and his, 'collection.' He must know about it. I came to the conclusion, he must be in on it. I was terribly afraid to make a sound now. He could've been gone an hour, I didn't know. But now I was scared that his father would find out that I was there and kill me or indeed make Kevin kill me. I was never so glad that I hadn't screamed or made much noise while I had been there. Kevin finally came back. I sat with my back against the wall and he sat across from me. Within an hour, he had brought down 2 warm biscuits and we ate together. I tried to ignore his stare while I ate. Something was different about the way he was staring, he had his head tilted to the side.
"If you want me to be safe, you'll let me go," I said as I finished the biscuit. "You can't just keep me down here and expect your father never to find out." He leaned toward me and I instinctively backed up. He was reaching for the rose he had brought me earlier. He twisted and effectively cut the stem to only about 3 inches. Then sliced the thorns off with a fingernail. He put it behind my ear and said;
"Pretty." His lack of thought to my question was disturbing and extremely frustrating.
"Are you hearing me? Do you understand?" I stood and threw the rose down. He stood as well, attentive but unreasonable. My eyes became teary and my voice cracked. "I'm in danger as long as I'm here. Your father will kill me when he finds me down here." I turned to storm off and he grabbed my arm.
"Don't say those things," he said softly. "No one's going to ruin this."
"Do you even hear what I'm saying?" I said thoroughly tired of arguing with a crazy person. I put my head in my hand.
"Yes," he said steadily. "And no one's going to ruin this," he told me, which made no sense to me.
I sighed nearly defeated. He picked up the rose and I allowed him to place it back in my hair. Leading me back to the mattress to sit down he said; "There, now, let's talk about something else."
I just wanted out of here. I drew my legs up, folded my arms and put my head down. I was quiet for a long time. Not knowing what to say, not wanting to argue but still having plenty of things to stay where the situation was concerned. How does one have a reasonable conversation with a crazy person? I wondered. I just wanted out of here so badly. I pulled myself together. I wasn't going to get out of here with my head buried in my arms. Treating him like a normal person would be my best ticket out of here.
"So, do you dislike people?" I asked in reference to his apparent lack of social skills and the heads of people on his wall that he allegedly murdered. He shook his head and looked like he was going to speak.
"Not dislike, have no interest." I let out a big sigh of relief, finally getting somewhere with this strange individual.
"What makes me so different from the others? Or am I not different?"
"You try to communicate with me, like the others never did, not like you," he said softly. "The others, they just…" his voice trailed off.
"Did you rescue them from a violent assault too?" I asked.
"No, I just took them," he answered coolly. I got shivers. I swallowed, feeling uncomfortable talking about the other girls that he most certainly killed.
"Sure I'm interesting now but what about in a few weeks?" I stopped not liking the direction my thought were taking me. He looked at me as though unhappy by my insinuation. He noticed me looking at the heads on the wall. "You made a deal with the funeral parlor telling them that the heads would suit your morbid taste of décor." He laughed out loud and continued laughing. His laugh was beginning to creep me out.
"That would be an ingenious explanation, wouldn't it? Come on now, you know I killed them."
"Oh, no. I don't think that," I lied, backpedaling as fast as I could to make it seem like I knew far less then I did. I didn't want my knowing be a complication.
"Yes you do," he interrupted. "You said it when you discovered they were real and tried to run away." I swallowed, remembering how horrified I had been.
"It's none of my business," I still insisted. "I don't need to know about that," I said shaking my head. I wrote it off pretending like it was nothing, trying to discourage him from confessing anymore incriminating information but he leaned in close with his eyes wide and child-like.
"Why not? I know you've been wanting to know what happened to them," his voice light and delicate. He touched my fingers with his. I didn't move. "I eat them too." I instinctively pulled my hands away from his looking at him incredulously. "You have to believe me," he said. "I have no one else to talk to." I watched as he reached for my hands again, I didn't resist. Starting to feel sick with unease I asked,
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because Carrie, I like my solitary." I let him lace his bizarrely clawed fingers through mine. "But unfortunately," he continued while staring, "I've been feeling, desolate, lately and, I want it to stop."