Psycho X Chapter 1

“So you came all the way across town to sneak into my apartment?” Heero raised an eyebrow in question.

Heero’s frown deepened as his gaze traveled over his visitor. “So what are you here for?”

“And you’re going to give it to me in the middle of the night.” Heero’s tone was clearly skeptical, complimenting his glower quite nicely. Just what was his guest up to? A second later, he realized his guest was wearing latex gloves. “What the hell’s going on?”

The request was silenced when the guest pressed a curved, razor sharp blade to Heero’s throat. “I’m going to kill you, Heero. When I say ‘omae wo korosu’, I mean it.”

“Because, Heero, I hate you. I hate that you took what was mine. I was supposed to avert the massacre. I was supposed to end the war! Me. I alone. But, no. You had to come down, had to posture and growl and show off like the worthless puppet you have always been. Well, guess what? It’s over. I win. You’re dead.” The visitor gave a dark smirk, and drew the sickle’s blade across the former pilot’s throat, slicing through the jugular, the trachea, the vocal chords.

A strangled, guttural cry, almost inaudible, escaped Heero’s lacerated throat. Blood, dark with oxygen, life’s blood, pumped from the wound, even as Heero raised his hand, clutching at his torn flesh. He fell back to the bed, stared up at his attacker. His murderer. He mouthed two words as he slipped into death’s embrace. ‘I’m sorry.’

The murderer snorted, pulled off his now bloody latex glove, turning it inside out as he did, and removed a small vile of oil from his pocket. Dousing his thumb with the slick, fragrant oil, he pressed it onto the corpse’s forehead. “Rest in peace, Heero. I no longer have to hate you, now that you’re dead.”

Tying the glove off to keep the blood inside, he stuck it in his pocket along with the oil, and left just as silently as he’d come. No one would think anything of it if they saw him, but just to be sure, he donned the trench coat he’d worn on his way in, along with a heavy black baseball cap.

The next morning, Heero was found when he was late for work. Heero was never late. Relena sent someone to check on her Chief of Security, and had been the first to be informed of his death. All over the Earth Sphere, the presses ground to a halt, and the most shocking headline of the decade thus far started making the rounds.

The police were stumped, with nothing but the sickle that had killed Heero, which had been left at the scene, and the oil on his forehead for clues as to who his murderer was. Whoever had killed him, had been very careful.