Your Love is to Die For (Snake Plissken & darkangel76)

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Flashback-Randall Louis-Age 13

He sat in the cold dark padded room watching as the shadows from people's feet passed under the door. Occasionally a face would peek into the small square window that was in the middle of the door to check in on him. Randy never understood why they checked in on him, he was strapped in a straight jacket and locked in a padded room what could he possibly do in his state? He had been in and out of different hospital psych wards since he was about 10 but this place was far from a simple psych ward, the system had finally decided to lock him in an asylum after his most recent episode at least that's what his parent's called it anyway.

Randy sat still going back and forth between trying to keep himself awake and watching the bottom of the door. After what seemed like hours the door finally opened and Randy squinted as the bright light from the hallways filled the dark little room. Two large men came into the room dressed in bright white uniforms and lifted Randy to his feet before leading him out into the hallway. Randy looked around his eyes still adjusting to the lights as he was pushed forward roughly.

"Move it asshole it's time for bed" ,one of the men stated angrily.

As they reached the room the two men removed Randy's jacket then shoved him into the room before shutting the door. When the men were gone Randy made his way over to his bed and sat down curling his legs up to his chest. It was the same thing night after night, Randy knew how close the nurses were to his room by how loud the screams from the other patients got. It was medication time and nearly no one liked to take their meds, Randy included.

The screams got louder and Randy began to rock back and forth waiting for the inevitable to happen then finally his door opened. Randy backed away as much as he could as the man with the clipboard began making his way towards the bed with his assistant.

"Ah Randall how are we this evening?" ,the man stated as he flipped through the pages on his clipboard. "You ready for your medication"?

Randy shook his head and quickly wiped at his eyes as they started to tear up.

"That's a shame" ,the man stated before looking to hi assistant. "Tie him down we're going to have to inject him....again".

The woman made her way towards Randy and when she reached him he kicked and screamed like a child. "Quit being such a baby, if you would just take your medication we wouldn't have to do this every night" ,the woman growled out angrily as she reached to grab his arm. Randy spit in her face and kicked her before receiving the blow to the face, it stung but it was a pain that was familiar to him. "Shut up you little bastard" ,the woman screamed before slapping him repeatedly in the face. After Randy was finally tied down the doctor made his way over and gave him a shot that made him slowly fade into a deep sleep.

Present Day
His hands shook as he held the guitar string around the woman's neck and his eyes closed as he listened to her gasp for air. The sound of her choking and silently crying out for help soothed his pain for a moment, he was in power and no one could take that away the woman's fate was in his hands no one else's. She was so easy to follow, it was so easy to get into the back of her car and hide until she left work. Now there they sat in the middle of the car wash, the noise from the place covered up the screams she had managed to get out before he wrapped the string around her neck. Randy got the rush he needed as the woman fell limp in her seat. He silently got out of the car before it left the car wash, any blood or dna that may have come off of the woman would be washed away before he left.

Randy made his way up to his small studio apartment satisfied but only for the moment. When he got inside he showered then got dressed before leaving the house again. He headed to a place he went to quite often, the coffee shop right across the street from the hospital and a few blocks from the medical school, it was the perfect place to find his victims.

"I'll have the usual Dianne" ,Randy told the woman at the counter with smile. After a few moments the woman handed him a large coffee with cream and sugar. The man sat down at one of the tables in the back, one where he could see the entire place from and opened up a book as he sipped his coffee slowly. Any time now the place would fill up with men and women from the hospital and medical school and he would pick one of them to be his next victim.

 

[darkangel76]

The morning had already felt like a long one for Trista Pace, but then again she'd been up since 4am thanks to an unexpected opportunity to intern at the hospital. It wasn't often that a first year graduate student was allowed such wonderful chances, but with her good undergraduate grades, several letters of recommendation not to mention her scholarship, she had a bit of a reputation preceding her that gave her a slight edge. However, when she'd taken the liberty to inquire about any sort of intern, research, anything that might be available, she'd still been given the same answer—no, that she'd have to wait until next year. Fortunately, luck had decided to smile upon her and something opened up—an intern position in the psych wing in the hospital.

Trista's new 'job' was tedious for the most part and often times rather mundane. It required that she sort out files and reports for the various patients that were either in or out patients at the hospital. All were confidential, of course, and all were rather interesting to read. But, she was still young and new in the field and not quite ready to embark on sessions. Though one day, her mentor had promised she'd be able to assist further and sit in on one of the less difficult cases and observe technique, provided the patient was all right with it.

Oh the thrill of the idea of being able to do that as a first year! Trista knew damned well her fellow classmates would be jealous of her opportunities, but she wouldn't let such things deter or dampen her dreams. She had a goal, something she longed for and that was to be able to help people, to have a positive impact on their lives and to hopefully make it better somehow.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Trista pushed at her dark, slightly mussed, hair. Though she didn't want to admit it, she was sleepy from having been up so early and was in desperate need of a caffeinated beverage. With the hospital across the street behind her, she entered the coffee shop and smiled, a hand moving to rub the sleep out of her cool, blue eyes. She walked up to the barista and tried to stand up just a bit straighter as she adjusted the bag she carried over her shoulder.

"A peppermint mocha, please?" Trista said softly, handing the girl her debit card.

Once Trista had her hot drink in hand, her smile only broadened. She took a small sip from the large cup as she made her way toward one of the vacant seats—a plush chair next to a sort of end table. Carefully, she set down her cup followed by her bag and then allowed herself to flop into the comfortable seat. The red plus felt nice against her porcelain-pale skin causing her to smile. She then reached for her mocha so that she could take another drink and hopefully wake herself up a bit more and face the rest of her day. As she did so, her eyes scanned the room. Already it was becoming quite crowded, not unusual for a school day, she just wished she knew more of the faces. Then again, maybe it was good she didn't. After all, it would mean less distractions, less jealousies, less...

Trista sighed. Oh, who was she kidding? She wished she knew more people. But she supposed she just had to be patient. Perhaps she'd make friends in time. Perhaps good ones. Perhaps ones that would stick by her forever.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Randy was about halfway through his coffee and the chapter he had been reading in his book when a few people walked in none of them really interested him. There was a certain feeling the man would get when he spotted the perfect prey, the perfect victim and so far no one that walked in triggered that feeling. He sipped his coffee slowly until the cup was finally empty. Randy closed his book and picked it up as he rose from his seat, he then made his way over to the trash can and threw his cup away before making his way back over to the counter.

"Another one Randy?" ,Dianne asked from behind the counter.

The man was just about to answer when he saw her, she was perfect. He watched as she walked away and sat down at a table with her order. Finally he turned to the woman at the counter and nodded. Within a few moments Randy received his second coffee of the day and he was making his way back over to the table he had been sitting at, luckily for him he had a clear view of the young woman he now had his sights set on. He opened his book once more and took a sip from his cup as he thought of all the different ways he could make the woman scream and struggle, what his weapon of choice would be this time, would it be bloody or would he keep it clean. His cold grey eyes went back and forth between his book and the woman sitting merely feet away from him, he silently waited for an opportunity to go and talk to her, an opening. He wanted to get to know her just like the rest of his victims it made the kill that much more meaningful when he knew exactly what kind of person they were, how many patients they've fucked with, how many people they've forced to take their stupid fucking medications, how many people they've made believe they were crazy. Randy cracked his neck and then his knuckles before leaning back in his chair pretending to read his book as he continued to watch the woman.

 

[darkangel76]

The mocha smelled heavenly and Trista also loved the way the whipped cream blended together with the chocolate and peppermint flavors of the coffee beverage. It was one of the few indulgences she allowed herself, especially on days like today when she found herself feeling a bit sleepier than usual, a bit run down. School had been going on for about a month, so she was starting to adjust to her new schedule—as difficult as it could be at times—but this past week was proving to be a bit harder than usual. The amount of paperwork flooding in from one case in particular just seemed to be coming in droves and as she read the files... the information made her want to cry.

Trista hadn't had the chance to sit in on any sessions yet, though her mentor had promised that in the near future she'd be allowed the chance eventually. She wondered if that chance might arise sooner than later with the newest case involving a young girl. From what she'd read on the child, she appeared to have several behavioral issues. Issues that came in so many layers she didn't quite know where one began and another ended. Where to even start with the poor girl seemed nearly impossible, yet it was not possible to have anything but the utmost compassion for the poor thing.

Just then, Trista could feel her eyes stinging slightly as her mind drifted a bit as she thought on that file and all the paperwork she'd been sifting through the past few days. Anger issues... hostility... dissociated... sociopathic tendencies... But it didn't end there. No. There was more. Physically abused... sexually abused... neglected... abandoned... placed in foster care. It literally made her heart hurt that a parent could allow such things to happen to their child, that they could leave hurt them, leave them behind.

Why?

It was a question Trista would always wonder in such instances and she knew she'd never stop asking it either. Letting out a heavy sigh, she pushed at her dark tresses and took another sip of her mocha. As she sipped, her eyes scanned the room of the coffee shop. A few feet away, she noticed a man glancing her way. Almost immediately, she could feel a heat rising in her cheeks.

Was it suddenly getting warm? Or...

Trista bit down on her bottom lip and brought up her hand to touch her cheek. It felt hot and she knew she was blushing. Wincing in embarrassment, she took another sip of her mocha, her pale eyes shifting to look over at the man again. When she brought her cup away from her lips, she gave him a sleepy smile.

"H-hello," Trista finally said. "It's a warm morning, isn't it?"

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

When she glanced over at him he smiled behind his book, she had noticed him and that was a first. Normally he would approach his victims without them even knowing he was coming. He could tell she was blushing from where he was sitting and when she spoke to him he could hear the nervousness in her voice. "It is a bit warm out today" ,he replied before closing his book and standing up. Randy made his way over to the woman with a charming smile on his face, charming and somewhat comforting. His expressions and the vibe he gave were usually the most effective tools he used to lure his victims in.

"I hope you don't mind me coming to sit with you, it looked like you could use some company" ,Randy stated as he placed his book down on the table and took a seat. "Do you like to read? I am absolutely in love with this book I'm currently reading and if you like to read then it is definitely a book you should look into" ,he continued as he slid his book over to her slowly. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest was the name of it and it was definitely a book he knew most social workers and psychologists have read and if they haven't it was definitely a book that had a plot to interest them, it was another tool to bait people in.

Randy took a sip from his cup then set it down giving the woman another smile, "My name's Randy, what's yours?" ,he asked as he extended his hand. His grey eyes fixed to her blue ones, eye contact was always important to him for some reason but as he looked into this woman's eyes he felt different, there was something about her and he couldn't quite put his finger on it just yet. "So do you work at the hospital?" ,Randy finally asked before taking another sip from his cup.

 

[darkangel76]

"I..." Trista began, her cheeks still feeling rather warm. She was still rather rattled that he'd glanced her way.

It wasn't often anyone took notice of someone like her, someone too busy with her nose in a book on her eyes focused on her studies. Most seemed to either not think her worth the effort or they were intimidated by her eagerness to learn. Of course, Trista knew some of that was jealousy. At least that was what her parents told her, but it didn't make things any easier. So, it was a bit strange to finally have someone take notice in so casual a manner. Strange, but oddly nice. Though it did nothing to quell the nervousness she felt rising in the pit of her stomach as her heart began to race.

"I love to read," Trista answered, her hands moving so that her fingers could twist themselves amongst her dark tresses—something she did when she a bit nervous. She leaned forward a bit so that she could see the book Randy was reading.

As Trista read the title silently to herself, she bit down on her lip. Funny how appropriate the title seemed to be and funnier still that she actually hadn't read the book. She half wondered if this was a chance meeting or if fate was playing a helping hand. Ah fate, cruel mistress that she was... but she didn't like dwelling on such things.

"Haven't read that one though," Trista continued. "Though it's an interesting coincidence you're reading that one." She smiled shyly at him, her cheeks still a bit pink. Shifting in the red, plush chair, she pulled up her one leg and hugged it to her chest. "I actually do work at the hospital. Only as an intern though." She giggled softly, her nervousness shining through. Looking at her lap, she added, "It's my first year of graduate school." Just then, she brought her hands down and shifted yet again, her other leg coming up onto the seat so that she was almost sitting cross-legged upon the soft-looking and very inviting looking chair. As she placed her hands in her lap, she began to fidget a bit. "I got a bit lucky with my internship, but you won't hear me complaining despite my long hours."

At that, Trista reached for her mocha and took a sip. Upon setting down her cup, she looked into Randy's gray eyes and tilted her head. "By the way, my name is Trista," she then said, her tummy still fluttering a bit. "I... I'm glad you decided to sit down with me." Her cheeks reddened a bit more. "Not many of the students here talk to me," she admitted with a shrug. "Not sure why, but enough of that. What do you do? What other books do you like?" Her face suddenly lit up and her blue eyes sparkled a bit as she waited to hear more about this man who'd decided to talk to her a bit. In the back of her mind, she made a mental note to read the book he was reading just in case they happened to bump into each other again after this chance meeting.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Randy took another sip from his cup and smiled as the woman spoke, he never broke eye contact letting her know she had his undivided attention. Of course the woman had his undivided attention, he needed to know exactly who she was, what she did, how horrible she was before he killed her. "Mm this book is a must read" ,he stated before sliding the book over to her. "Here take this copy I have another one at home I don't mind sharing and I really think you'll enjoy this one". He gave her another charming smile a smile that normally made women melt, yes he knew exactly how to play the game he created, his sick and twisted game of cat and mouse that his life had become.

When she mentioned that not many of the students talked to her he wondered why, "Well I'm in here everyday so I will be more then willing to talk to you if you'd like, I enjoy your company" ,Randy told her. He let out a small laugh when she asked what he did, "You're gonna laugh but I'm a mechanic down the street at that old gas station, they recently had a car wash put in so now I do maintenance in there too ya know fix things when they break, clean up crap, it's quite taxing and by the end of the day I'm exhausted that's why I come in here and drink like four coffees when I get out of work" ,he told her right before letting out a small laugh. "As for what other books I like to read....well I don't have any favorites I just like to read but I've found that fantasy and post apocalyptic story lines fascinate me" ,he continued. "So what do you do over at the hospital? If you don't mind me asking".

 

[darkangel76]

There was something about the way he looked at her. Trista couldn't quite explain it, but it was as if Randy was able to see past the surface somehow, see past all the textbooks and studies and everything else and just see her—a simple girl trying to find herself and pursue a dream. It was rather intense how his eyes, not once, left her face. So many would let theirs drift during conversation, too distracted by this or that. But not this man. How she'd captivated his attention so quickly, so randomly, so... fortunately... she'd never guess. Though she had to admit it was nice to have someone, especially one with such a nice smile, to seem interested, if even on a basic level.

Trista gave Randy a shy smile, a hand reaching up to play with her hair. "Thank you," she said softly, her other hand extending outward toward the book. Her fingers barely brushed his as she grabbed it and slid the book closer to herself. Immediately, she felt her cheeks get hot, a sweeping heat that rose and no doubt turned her face a deep shade of red. "I'll be sure to give it a read. Maybe we can discuss it some time," she added with a nervous giggle.

She hoped that any insight she could provide a discussion would be worthwhile. After all, Trista heard Randy mention that he'd read the book several times, had two copies of the book even. Truly, he must love the story and thus be well versed in all its hidden meanings. She'd probably sound like a novice if she tried to talk to him about it despite her background in school. One thing knew full well and believed with all her heart—occupation and education wasn't what made someone intelligent nor was it what made anyone important or worthy. It was who they were inside, who they strove to be everyday. It bothered her that people thought that a silly degree or award was what made a person. Oh the things they'd miss by being so short-sighted and small-minded.

"And why would I laugh at that?" Trista then stated more than asked when Randy spoke of his job. "Sounds wonderful to me goodness knows I wish I knew how to fix things..." she looked down into her lap for a moment before looking back into Randy's eyes. "You should be proud. I would be if I were you." She then paused, her blue eyes sparkling a bit as he began to talk about books. "Reading is wonderful, isn't it? I enjoy it as well. I find it to be a nice escape. When you read, you can be anything for a short while."

It was nice talking with Randy and Trista was starting to feel herself relaxing a bit as she sat in her plush chair. The book in her lap, she reached for her mocha again and took a sip of it.

"I was fortunate to get my internship at the hospital," Trista stated, her voice soft. She took another sip of her mocha and swallowed the sweet contents down. "I mainly just read the files for practice, organize them for my mentor and store them away so that they don't get lost. But there's a case I might get to help out with, however it's still not quite certain yet. There's a lot of paperwork involved in such things, which is understandable." Again, she sipped her mocha, a hand moving to tuck a stray dark lock of hair behind an ear. "Oh, I should mention, I'm a psych major. Right now I'm trying to get my master's of social work. I'm not sure if I want to go to medical school or anything like that, though my mentor would like to see me do so."

Trista smiled a bit. Her mentor thought her to be a bright student, one who could do great things in the field of psychology if she felt so inclined. Her grades in her undergraduate studies had been more than impeccable and now as a first year graduate, she was already on the path to doing just as well. Having been able to get the internship only made things even better. He was certain that she'd be foolish not to pursue a more advanced degree than a MSW, but Trista just wasn't sure if such a route was for her. She wanted to help people, be there for them. She feared becoming lost in paper work and science journals if she went into psychiatry and the last thing she wanted was to lose herself.

Just then, Trista bit down on her lip. "I'm sorry, I know... hardly a glamorous position. But it's all I have and it keeps me going," she said, her cheeks reddening a bit more. "Though I'm sure the book will help brighten my days. I do love reading."

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

When her hand brushed against his Randy's heart skipped a beat, he had never had physical contact with any of his victims before he killed them so this was something new. "I would love to discuss this book with you anytime you'd like" ,he told her in response to her statement. His eyes still didn't look away from her she may only be another victim to him but never had he wanted to kill someone who was so beautiful before. Of course a lot of the women he killed were pretty but not like Trista she had something about her.

As she told him her story of how she came to work at the hospital Randy stayed silent listening to every single word she spoke, when she mentioned she was a psych major he smiled. She was just the type of victim he wanted, while the woman seemed nice at the moment he knew that down the line she would turn into one of 'them', one of the people that had tortured him when he was younger, one pf those people that forced their meds on patients who didn't need them, one of those monsters.

"Oh no I think it's a great position you seem very into what you do, passionate about it, I like that" ,he said in response to her statement. He noticed her blush and again smiled, "You're blushing quite a bit" ,he whispered. "Do I make you nervous"?

 

[darkangel76]

It was funny how her tummy instantly fluttered when Randy said he'd love to discuss the book with her. Trista had to wonder if he truly meant it or if those were just kind words he was saying just to make her smile. The way he seemed to look at her and pay such close attention said otherwise, but a part of her couldn't help but wonder anyway. She didn't have the best of luck with people—odd given her choice of majors, though for some reason she excelled at what she did—though she chalked that up to her naturally shy nature and her ability to do well in her studies. There were times when she wondered if people perhaps misunderstood and thought her stuck up or uninterested in anything other than school.

Oh how wrong they all were!

Trista just hoped that Randy could see through all of that. So far, it seemed like he could. The more he spoke, the more her tummy fluttered and the warmer she felt. Suddenly, she reached up and touched her face.

"I... am?" Trista stated more than asked. Her fingertips gently traced her cheekbone downward to the corner of her lips. "And no," she added smiling a bit. "You don't make me nervous. It's..." Her smiled broadened a little. "It's me. I'm not used to people talking to me or being interested in what I do."

Trista looked away from Randy, her tummy fluttery with nerves as she spoke. Her hands suddenly moved to play with her hair and she bit down on her lip to stifle a tiny giggle. She shifted her eyes back to Randy and giggled a bit louder, her hands moving to clasp about the book that rested in her lap.

"It's actually... nice," Trista said, her blue eyes glittering. "I bet you get a lot of people wanting to talk to you," she added. "You're so confident and sure of yourself that it's obvious." She paused a moment, her eyes going back to her lap. "Wish I was. The only time I feel good is when I can help someone and I mean really help someone. Guess that's why I'm still in school." At that she giggled very softly, her eyes peering upward seeking out Randy's once more.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Randy smiled at her response, "Yes you are quite a bit as I said but it's good to know I'm not making you nervous, that's the last thing I want to do" ,he began as he continued to look directly into her eyes. "As for what you do I have always been interested in your profession ever since I was a child, I knew quite a few people who were either in your profession or involved in some kind of way" ,he told her. He forced the evil thoughts of his past out of his mind after responding he also forced a smile as he felt his anger rising in the pit of his stomach.

When she complimented him his anger immediately disappeared, none of the targets he had approached ever complimented him most of them were to into talking about themselves and how great they were at their jobs to ever notice his confidence. "I do have a few people everyday who want to talk to me, yes. Most of the time I approach others though I always say you never know if someone wants to talk to you unless you make the first move and if they don't then they'll tell you to go away, which I have had people tell e to go away believe it or not" ,Randy said with a small laugh to follow, his smile lighting up his entire face.

Hearing Trista say that she felt good helping people surprised Randy a bit, most of the people in her profession that he had spoke to talked about the paycheck or the benefits but Trista talked of how she wanted to help people and by the look in her eyes Randy could see she was telling the truth. "You know you are quite an amazing woman, very selfless I can tell I like that a lot, I think the world and hospitals could definitely use more people like you". This time his words weren't just an act, for once he was being honest with one of his potential victims and not just acting to get close enough to kill her. Randy sipped from his coffee again and gave Trista another smile, "So shall we make a date?....To discuss the book I mean" ,he asked as he set his cup back on the table.