Pretty Little Psycho

Killian Bane

All Hallows Eve means this'll be the best night ever.

As I slather white face paint over my cheeks in the bathroom mirror, a cigarette dangles from my lips while Iron Man by Black Sabbath blares from the speakers in my bedroom.

I circle the black makeup crayon around the hollows of my eyes, shade my cheeks, then draw teeth over my lips. With a glob of hair gel in my palm, I glide my hand through my black hair slicking it against my scalp.

Next, I adjust the buttons of my black dress shirt, then step into my boots, stubbing my cigarette out on the sole.

"Fuck it." I smirk taking one last glance in the mirror at my costume.

"It's playtime boys!" I bellow walking towards the living room.

"Fuck Killer, took ya long enough!" Damian shouts back.

"Perfection can't be rushed boys."

Malachi grunts as he drags the beer bottle away from his lips, then pulls his black hockey mask down over his face. He leisurely draws the white hood of his blood splattered sweatshirt up around his head letting his black wavy hair drape over the top of his mask. His sinister dark eyes peer up at me filling with malice.

Damian ties back his blonde locks, then tugs a black balaclava over his face leaving only his menacing eyes exposed. With just his white contact lenses peering through the eye holes, it makes him look like a complete psychopath.

He slides in front of me to check his reflection in the mirror, then flexes his bare muscles. Of course the smug bastard opted to be shirtless, donning the same blood splatters Malachi wears, only his are strewn across his bare chest.

He tucks a knife into the waistband of his tattered black jeans, then lets out a howl, "FUCK YEAH! LET'S DO THIS!"

Malachi throws his empty beer bottle against the wall, then grabs his keys. I pick up the gym bag as Damian snags the cooler full of booze.

"Who's ready to fuck some shit up?" I yell sliding into the backseat.

"I'm definitely ready to fuck something." Damian laughs. Malachi snorts shaking his head as he cracks a few beers, then passing them out.

"First stop, Samantha's" Damian snarls from the driver's seat.

"No, fuck that bitch." I scoff.

He draws out his knife then slams it into the dashboard.

"HEY!" Malachi barks, then we all start laughing.

"It gives this shit box some character." Damian grins.

"No bitches tonight." I announce.

"Fuck that." Malachi says. He never speaks up about finding pussy, so maybe I should rethink my stance.

"It's the only night of the year when we can run wild you fucking prick, and you expect us to withhold the only thing that gets our dicks hard?" Damian jests.

"Like you haven't been running wild for years." I counter.

"What can I say? Women can't resist perfection fellas!" He boasts.

"Fuck, okay. Whatever. First we get our dicks sucked and get that shit out of our systems, then we fuck some shit up!" I sigh lighting a cigarette.

"Nah, first we fuck shit up then we find the bitches. That way they'll be nice and drunk, more pliable." Damian argues.

"Whatever, pass me another beer." I stretch out my hand over Malachi's shoulder.

Damian pulls Malachi's car to a stop in front of the abandoned amusement park where the Halloween party is already in full swing.

The place belongs to our buddy, Bones. His family used to run it before some kid jumped to his death from the top of the Ferris wheel. Needless to say, that put a damper on the business. Now, the only action this place sees is at Halloween when Bones throws the most epic Halloween party on the island.

We file out of the car, then make our way through the gate marked "No Trespassing." The sign hangs haphazardly from one of the bars.

"Well, well, well...who are these pretty mother fuckers?!" Bones laughs before  hitting his vape pen.

"What's up Boner?" Damian chuckles shoving Bones in the shoulder. I walk up giving him a fist bump, then Malachi does the same.

"We've got some fresh meat this year boys. My little sister invited a bunch of chics from that private girls academy, Hamilton Prep. It was only supposed to be a few of her friends, but half the fucking school showed up!" Bones exclaims.

"No fucking way." Damian gasps with amusement.

Each of us loves the ladies, but Damian is a certified sex addict. He has a real problem, it's all he thinks about 24/7. He also chronically cheats on any girl or guy that he's ever been with.

"I shit you not, this place is crawling with good little girls just begging to be corrupted." Bones winks.

"Fuck." Malachi groans.

"Whatever, I need to fuck something up." I sigh.

As far as women go, I've had a lot, but none have ever really sparked my interest. They're all just a bunch of fucking pick me's. Maybe it's because me and my friends are the most eligible bachelors in the tri-state area? Who knows. But their neediness knows no bounds and it's fucking exhausting.

We all come from prestigious, wealthy, and very well known families, which makes us bloody chum constantly being circled by money hungry little sharks.

It doesn't help that we're also the prettiest bunch of mother fuckers around. The guys all want to be us and the chics all want to fuck us.

"Back by the kiddy park we set up a smash booth, Killer." Bones informs me.

"Got anything a bit more dangerous?" I scoff.

"God, you're such a fucking psycho." He laughs. I just shrug, he's not wrong, then wander off making my way towards the kiddy park.

Christ, this place is crawling with women who are all barely wearing any clothes. I've passed at least three sexy cops, two slutty looking nurses, a few scantily clothed cats, and at least a dozen devils dressed like street walkers. The unoriginality of it all is kind of annoying, and a huge turn off, for me at least. Probably not so much for Damian.

I approach the smash tent, grab a baseball bat that's leaning against the wall, then start destroying shit. A few inappropriately dressed onlookers gather to watch, swooning and giggling, but I pay them no mind. I'm pretty sure Damian is off somewhere getting enough pussy for all of us.

After smashing nearly everything in the tent, I toss the bat into the corner and let out a heavy sigh.

"I love your makeup! Did your girlfriend do it for you?" Some girl dressed like a slutty Disney princess giggles.

"No, I fucking did it." I scowl.

"Oh, well...it's really hot! My friend and I are headed into the fun house, care to join us?" She asks as she snakes her arm around her friend's waist. Her friend, who's dressed like one of the slutty devils, leans in and starts licking the other girl's cheek.

"Nah, I'm good."

The Disney princess scoffs, like she has the audacity of being fucking offended that I'd pass on them together, then she takes her friend's hand and storms off.

I sigh, picking up the bat again, and decide to have some real fun. Screw that little bitch and her attitude. I slink off in their direction, following them to the fun house.

Dudes at this party are definitely out numbered, just about everyone I pass has at least two chics draped over their arm.

I keep my distance, lurking behind a tree, as the princess and devil stop and flirt with another unsuspecting victim. He's a fellow lurker who seems to have being following them as well. But unlike me, he falls for their bullshit and I watch as they proceed to drag him by the hand into the fun house.

As I step out from behind the tree, something suddenly flies at my head. It's the baseball bat that I just set down a few seconds ago when I lit my cigarette.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I shout ducking before I'm hit. It swings again, only this time, I'm prepared. I stop the bat mid air, catching it in my palm, then give it a firm twist. It wrenches away from a shadowy figure hiding on the other side of the tree.

"You little fucking prick!" I snarl, flipping it around, preparing to swing on.

"DO IT YOU FUCKING CREEP!" A chic's voice growls just as the small dark figure lunges towards me.

I take a step back, shocked, when an angry little Pennywise, with long red ponytails and the wickedest grin, appears sneering at me.

She's wearing a dirty and bloodied Pennywise dress with striped socks and black combat boots. Her vibrant red  ponytails are matted and wild, and her clown makeup looks like something straight out of Hollywood. It's really fucking good.

She eerily cocks her head at me then narrows her dark eyes as one side of her lips twitch into a devious smirk.

"Hit me and I'll cut off your balls." She warns.

"Promises, promises. Who's to say I wouldn't enjoy that, princess?" I counter.

"Don't fucking call me that." She growls.

I smirk. Well, looks like tonight just got a whole lot more interesting.

"What should I call you then?"

"Why don't you just keep your fucking mouth shut and tell me why you were following my sister and her friend?"

"I was just gonna play with them a little bit, have some fun." I grin as I toss the bat in my had, flipping it over.

"Looks like they found someone else to play with, so maybe you should just run along, sicko."

I lick my lips taking a step closer to her. "Now why in the hell would I do something that? Where's the fun?"

She narrows her eyes on me. Then the glint of something shiny flickers in my peripheral.

Our hands fly up simultaneously, and much to my surprise, this crazy little bitch pulls a knife in me.

"Jesus Christ kid! What the hell?"

"You're fucking lurking! Are you a rapist or something?!" She huffs as I try to wrestle the knife away from her.

She snarls and suddenly a twinge of pain sears my forearm. The little fucking psycho actually cut me.

My hand darts straight out grabbing her by the throat, and I squeeze until she gasps.

"DROP IT!" I bark.

Fucking hell, wouldn't you know it? The crazy bitch spits in my god damn face.

I continue wrestling her for the knife with my free hand, finally overpowering her, then I slam her body back against the tree.

Her pulse races beneath my fingertips as her dark eyes stare at me blazing with a fiery rage.

When she finally calms down, I loosen my grip on her throat. Suddenly, her hand flies up, covering mine before I completely let her go, and stares at me biting her bottom lip. A mischievous grins spreads across her lips as she holds my hand over her throat.

"Fuck." I whisper, realizing that she loves this. My cock springs to life in my jeans, immediately straining against the zipper.

"Mmm...this is interesting." I croon with a smirk, then I slowly release my grip again. Testing her, I reach up and drag my thumb across her bottom lip and she gasps letting her lips fall apart.

Depraved thoughts race through my mind. Unfortunately, they come to a screeching halt when the crazy little bitch snatches my thumb between her teeth and bites down, nearly chomping it off.

"ARGH! SHIT!" I yell, staring at her in disbelief.

An evil grin graces her red lips. Lips which are now sullied in my fucking blood!

Her tongue darts out and she licks away the blood as she stares at me. God, I'm not sure if I want to punch this crazy little cunt or fuck the living hell out of her against this tree.

"Leave my sister and her friend alone!" She hisses.

"No. But I've got a better idea. Why don't you help me scare them?"

She brings her index finger up to her lips like she's thinking, then her head tilts. It's the creepiest, yet hottest, fucking thing I've ever seen.

"Okay."

"Okay?" I ask clarifying.

"Yeah, they didn't want me to come tonight. They said I would embarrass them."

"How old are you?" I ask.

"I just turned 18." She shrugs.

"And your sister?"

"Twenty."

Thank fuck, at least she's legal.

"Today's my birthday." She then adds.

Shit, I kind of feel bad for her now. Her sister sounds like a real fucking bitch. It's her 18th birthday, on Halloween, and she made her feel like shit. Maybe her cunt of a sister deserves to get the shit scared out of her tonight.

"Happy Birthday." I grin.

"Thanks." She replies as she picks her knife up from the ground.

She slides up the bottom of her tattered dress and slots the knife into the top of her thigh high stocking. An audible groan escapes from my throat and she flashes me a grin. Fuck me, that was so god damn hot.

"Mind if we grab my friends to give us a hand? They love this kind of shit." I ask, practically choking on my words.

"Sure."

I walking back to where I left Damian and Malachi, and she follows.

"Your sister seems like a real bitch. She was pissed that I didn't want to fuck around with her and her friend." I say to her.

"I'm not surprised. Men worship her, but she's as dumb as a box of rocks. She doesn't have the street sense to know when she's in danger."

"So you're here looking out for her then?"

"Yeah, I'm trying to."