Page 1 of Run Little Killer

LENNON

" Y es! Almost there," I moan, grinding my pussy against Chad’s pubic bone while chasing the sweet rapture of release. My palms splay across his chest as I lift my hips and slam down, taking him as deep as I can. It’s been so long since I had an orgasm that wasn’t from my fingers alone, and nothing– not even creepy Chad– will stop me from getting it.

Our gazes connect right before his heavy lidded eyes roll back in his head and his mouth hinges open with a silent scream.

"Hey!" I snap, cracking my palm across his cheek as I circle my hips eagerly. "Wake the fuck up, you piece of shit! I'm not finished yet."

He coughs, dick twitching inside me with each seize of his body. Fisting the fabric of his shirt in one hand, I throw my head back, panting, "Yes! That's it!"

"Isn't this what you wanted?" I mock, sliding the fingers of my free hand down between my thighs to rub circles against my clit. “The whole reason you came in here tonight? Huh?”

I' m so close.

Chad mumbles an incoherent response as my eyes slip shut. I pick up my pace, riding him harder and faster until my legs start to quake with my impending release.

I keep going as it crashes over me, letting the slight curve of his average dick coax me through each wave of my orgasm. Then my body stills, a sated sigh slipping from my lips as I crack my eyes open to see the vacant expression settling across Chad's features.

"Thanks for that," I quip, patting him on the chest before easing myself off him.

Adjusting my panties, I catch a glimpse of the clock above the bathroom mirror. Shit , I've got five minutes until Darlene is back from her smoke break and only five more after that before she comes looking for creepy Chad. Time to go .

Pushing to my feet, I pull my sweats up over my hips, folding the waistband twice to make them snug.

After tugging the matching crewneck on overhead, I crouch down and check Chad’s pockets, searching for the reason I gave into his advances.

Don’t get me wrong, the dick was decent, but after almost a year here, my standards are damn near non-existent.

Bingo .

As I'm fishing the keyring out, he raises his hand, fingers outstretched toward mine, feebly trying to curl around my wrist. He moans low in his throat as he coughs again, speckles of crimson splattering my sleeve.

"Ew!" I hiss as I bend down, reaching for the scalpel lodged in the side of his neck. It makes a squelching sound as I twist and pull it free. Warm blood sprays out across my skin as I fully sever his carotid. Twirling the little blade I stole in front of his face, I feign a pout .

"Sorry, Chad,” I taunt, a sarcastic laugh slipping out. “It's not me, it's you ."

A wicked grin spreads across my face as I drive the knife into the other side of his neck, a sickening snap sounding as the blade pierces through the skin.

When I draw my hand back, blood gushes from the wound.

His hands scrabble, a sudden last burst of energy driving him to try and stop my motions as I repeat them.

Once, twice, and with the third, I leave the scalpel jutting out from his crimson coated skin.

Chad gurgles, body convulsing as blood continues to pour from his mouth and neck.

It soaks his collar, running down the front of his pale blue scrubs and pooling out around him on the white tile.

With one final strangled breath, his head lolls to the side, arms dropping to the floor and a calm sense of satisfaction washing over me.

After a beat, I glance up to check the clock.

Dammit .

I've wasted all but two of my minutes before Darlene will be waddling back to the nurse's station.

My thumbnail traces along the ridges of the keyring as I rise to stand beside Chad’s body.

His green eyes stare up at me lifelessly, mouth agape and teeth stained red.

I know I should feel a sliver of guilt as I pocket his keycard, but I don’t.

He was just another snake in the grass, and this time, I cut off its head before it could strike.

I wasn't the first girl Chad preyed on, but I will be the last.

Muttering one last thanks to his corpse, I cautiously maneuver around him and the puddle of blood sullying my bathroom floor, slipping into the hall.

Unlike the last unit I was in, this one is quiet as I hurry down the dimly lit corridor.

No one here screams at all hours of the night, compelling the nurses to keep patrolling with syringes of sedatives at the ready.

Still, I'm careful to be light on my feet so my grippy socks hardly make a sound as I hurry away from my room.

Ms. Davies said the meds seemed to be working and I’d adjusted well enough to be moved into a unit with more privileges as I continued my court-ordered rehabilitation.

Joke’s on them, I stopped taking the drugs weeks ago.

The Clozapine dulled my mind.

Haldol made me tired.

Prozac made me anxious.

Clonazepam made me dizzy and depressed, and Lithium made my body numb.

As I'm nearing the end of the hallway in my ward, I hear the mechanical whirr of locks re-engaging and it gives me pause. My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I sneak a glance around the corner, watching with bated breath as Darlene unbuttons that hideous denim jacket with floral patches and drapes it over the back of her chair. She clicks through the channels on the TV as she sinks down behind her desk, and I don’t dare move a goddamn inch until she’s fully settled with late-night reruns playing out on the screen.

Perfect .

I hook a left, the sounds of the sitcom fading as I chase after the bright red glow at the end of the main corridor like a moth to a flame.

Standing underneath the exit sign, my blood-stained fingers tremble with nervous excitement as I swipe Chad's employee badge across the electronic pad.

With a beep, the light flashes green and I twist the handle to push open the heavy door.

The crisp night air washes over my flushed skin, sending a chill racing down my spine as I step into the backlot and ease the door shut behind me.

Crickets chirp in the distance as I suck in a deep breath and run a hand through my hair. Freedom … well, kind of. I'd lo ve to just plop down on the grass and enjoy how the fresh air feels as it fills my lungs, but I've got to keep moving.

I take off sprinting for the trees that line the back of the property. I know there's a fence that surrounds this place, and if I can make it over that, there's a service road not too much further away.

There isn't a clear trail up this stupid fucking hill, though.

The ground is uneven with large rocks jutting out and huge tree limbs scattered about, and I'm only about halfway up before my lungs start to burn and calves cramp.

I want to stop, catch my breath, and rub my feet, but between the sex and this, it's more cardio than I've had in months.

Still, I force myself to keep moving. I need to do this because as much as I don’t belong here , Shawn doesn’t belong out there .

Just when I think my heart might actually explode from the exertion, a gleam of silver catches my eye.

The chainlink fence is within an arm's reach. My muscles scream in protest as I pull myself up and start to climb. Right as I’m swinging my leg over the top of the fence, the wail of sirens pierces the air.

Fuck, they've found Chad.

Hurrying down the back side, a fresh rush of adrenaline floods my system as I push off and jump to the ground, running as fast as my legs will carry me.

The trees start to thin, the sounds of cars growing louder as I stumble closer to the road and Briarwood Asylum fades into the shadows behind me.

Labored breaths saw from my lungs as I fold forward, bracing myself with my hands on my knees at the edge of the pavement as a single car rushes past.

Once my frenetic pulse has slowed, I push myself upright with a sigh and use my sleeve to swipe away the thin sheen of sweat that's gathered on my forehead.

I swivel my head around, half expecting to see police cars zeroing in on me, but the road is empty.

I feel a faint smile tugging at my lips as I start walking.

Something might actually work out for me after all.

Without a phone or a watch, there's no way to know how long I've been walking.

Judging by the way my feet are starting to throb, it's been a while.

A mixture of sweat and blood dampens my socks, bits of gravel and jagged sticks digging further into the fleshy part of my feet with each step.

I can't make it all the way there on foot– hell, I don't even know how far I am from Englewood.

I didn't really plan this far ahead, but when Chad crawled into my bed tonight, groping my chest and threatening to send me to solitary if I didn't let him inside me, I snapped.

Call it karma or kismet that I just happened to find that scalpel on the floor outside the supply closet last week when I was mopping.

Following the curve of the road further, I spot an older truck parked on the shoulder up ahead, and for a fleeting moment, I think maybe I can get a ride.

That thought quickly dies as something sharp pricks my toe– fucking ouch .

Glancing down at the broken beer bottle, I remember that not only am I covered in blood, but I don't have freaking shoes, let alone any money to offer someone.

Nobody in their right mind would give me a ride looking like this.

As I draw closer to the vehicle, I can see the hood is popped and there's a note taped to the driver’s window.

Will be back to replace the belt once the auto store opens. - Raymond Shaw