That double crosser...

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    What's going on? I thought as my thoughts started to become clear again. My head was pounding as I opened my eyes to look around the dark room I was in. My vision was blurry, making it hard to tell if there was anything hiding in some of the dimly lit parts of the room. I tried to turn my head to look behind me but a sharp pain went though my head. I tried to reach up an touch the side of my head but I was prevented from doing so by the ropes that bound me tightly to a metal chair. That's when I started to remember what happened to me. I was scouting ahead of my unit, making sure that we weren't going walk blindly into to a trap. I found an ambush party that was set for our arrival. I was going to turn back and warn my unit but another member of the unit came up behind me. "What are you doing here?" I remember saying before he took his pistol out. "Stopping you." He said before slamming the butt of his pistol into the side of my head. "That double crosser..." I muttered as I tried to get free, "He better watch his back if I get free!"

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    Chris opened the door and stepped into the room. He was still wearing their unit's uniform. He paused long enough to push the door closed, then walked towards her. He had been on both sides for a while now, and was starting to spend less and less time with the members of the unit. This had been the perfect chance to show his true colors. He stopped inches from her, a smile spreading across his face.

    I stopped struggling to get free when Chris opened the door. "You don't deserve to wear that uniform you traitor!" I said with a sour look. "So how many people did you kill?" I said as a struggled to keep my anger in check. I was in no position to make threats. "You must have one twisted mind to enjoy betraying the people who trusted you."

    Chris waited a while before he decided to answer her. "How many people did I kill? Do you think I'm a psycho? Well, if you did you're probably right." He fell silent, thinking about the people he killed. "I think I might have killed 7 from the unit.. give or take of course. And then there was all them other innocent people too.." He went back to thinking. "Ah, yes. This one girl that I killed.. she was so fun. Maybe because I did it slowly and painfully. Come to think about it, she looked kind of like you." He smirked. "I guess I do have a twisted mind, huh?"

    I felt myself go pale. I was expecting an answer like that but... I've gotten myself into a ruff spot... I thought as I quickly got my fear under control. There's a reason I'm still alive... I swallowed and looked up at him. "Is that why I'm still alive? Or is there some other sick reason why?" I was surprised by the fact by voice showed no fear.

    Chris was once again silent. "No. The reason you're still alive is because I'm not quite ready to kill you yet." He paced the floor as if he was thinking about something. "But when I am ready to kill you, I'll do it slowly and painfully. After all, you deserve a slow and painful death. You tried to get in my way." He glanced back at her. "Oh, and in case you was wondering. That poor girl didn't commit suicide. She didn't jump from the top of that building. Nope.." he smiled. "I pushed her."

    I looked down, trying to avoid letting him see the mix of rage and fear the showed though my eyes. There has to be some sort of trigger... Something that makes him snap... I thought, calling on my physiology experience. I don't have a lot but it might help. "So why do you kill?" I ask before I could stop myself, "Is it just the thought that you have control over what happens in that person's life? Is it playing god? Or is there something else? Maybe someone killed a family member of yours?" I hope I didn't cross a line...

    Chris just laughed. "Why do I kill?" He thought of the question for a moment. "If you're wanting me to tell you some sad backstory, it's not happening. Because, there isn't one." His smile grew wider. "I'm actually glad that you asked that. I kill because I love the feeling of it. I love the power that it brings, seeing someone's face who thought they knew the real you, and then killing them. Seeing the fear in their eyes." His smile faded. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but even though I don't drink it, I'm just out for blood."

    "You're telling me that you kill just for the heck of it? There must be some sort of defining moment in you life that made you this way." I said as I looked at the crazy man that held me captive. I scanned the room again, looking for something that might help me out. The room held nothing but her, the chair she was tied to, the rope she was tied with, and the psychopath that was going to kill her soon. I couldn't help but feel any hope of living to see day light again. I let out a slight sigh.

    Chris thought a moment. "Well, now that you mention it. I suppose something bad did happen." He fell silent, debating whether to discuss it with her or not. Why would she care anyways? She would be dead soon, just like the others. He gave a slight shrug. "I have actually been on both sides for a while now," he confessed. "Okay, yes. Someone from my family was murdered." He paced around the room. "All I ever wanted was to seek revenge on this person. When I finally did catch up to them, it had been a very good friend. So I killed him, and enjoyed every minute of it."

    "And you've be chasing that high ever since." I said without thinking of the results, "You're just a drug addict!" I just crossed a line... I know I just crossed the line... I could feel myself go pale again. I am going to die anyway so I might as well try to make my way out of this. I might be able to dig myself out of this.

    Chris glared at her, his eyes narrowed to tiny slits. "You should really learn to keep your mouth shut, that has always been your problem!" He leaned closer to her so that he could whisper in her ear. "I am not a drug addict, this isn't just some high that i'm chasing after! But to me, everyone deserves to die. They have probably done something in their life that they must be punished for. Everything is punishable by death."

    "Even killing a person?" I might as well try to get him to kill me sooner. "I mean really? You kill all these people because they did one wrong thing in there life. At what point will you realize what you're doing is more wrong then what those people did." I suddenly feel like I have some sort of power over him. I can see past the wrong in this world and at least try to look at the good. "And just to add, I haven't kill anyone."

    Chris backed a little bit away from her, then crossed his arms. "Yes, even killing people. People in this world doesn't even deserve a chance at life." He paused for a moment. "I don't even know why people are even here cluttering up the world, and messing up." He smiled again. "Including you."

    "You started killing to make a wrong right and yet you have escalated to kill innocent people." I think for a moment before adding one last thing. "If you feel that I am here to just make this world a terrible place then kill me. From what I see, my only way out of here is killing you." I pause, "And the one thing I'm not going to do is sink to your level."

    Chris just grinned. "You kill me? I'd pay to see that happen. And I'm not going to kill you, atleast not yet." He walked back over to her, his smile widened. "But before I do that, you're my key to getting a message out to the unit." He slid a finger down the side of her face. "But all in due time."

    I pulled away quickly. I now know that I'm going to be a pawn in his game. "And why would I do anything for you?" I ask my voice shaking slightly. I was no longer trying to fight my death but I'm not going to let him take anyone down with me.

    "Why would you do anything for me?" He repeated. "Hm.. I might just spare your life if you did. Besides, I thought we were friends." He smiled. He knew that he was crazy, but he would always toy with his victims before taking their lives.