The Wicked Mind [Inactive]

Ishimura.. laughed. Very quietly, but with disturbing amusement.


"Maybe, maybe not.."


But he stayed still, and quiet.. But when she looked at him, after while, the handcuffs hanged empty, and his hands rested in his lap. He had done that trick so, so many times.. That's why asylum had used straitjacket on him. When she looked at him, he looked back, tilted his head.. and smiled.
 
"There is no maybe." She would have to drill that in his mind, whether or not torture would have to be involved. At first he seemed to innocent to try anything, but now, she wasn't so sure.


He will not touch me again. Elisabeth repeated that in her mind the rest of the way to her temporary home, her sweet disposition poisoned by anger.
 
Ishimura was calm and quiet, just looking outside, playing with his long hair.. Empty handcuffs made him smile, but he did not say anything. He could see how disturbed she was now.. Anger, yes, but something else.. Of course bruises in ones arm could make anyone angry, but he had feeling she was angry because something else. Because, for a moment, she was not so invincible? Or because someone had touched her much worse? Maybe he would find out..
 
The rest of the ride to the farmhouse was nothing less than excruciating. She wanted to see Ishimura locked up in chains, to beat him until he bled or to make him beg for her mercy. But Elisabeth knew such things were a passing fancy; he didn't hurt her after all, and there was no way he could know of her dark past. When she pulled up to the driveway, the blonde exited the car without a word and slammed the door behind her.


"You can sleep on the couch," she stated bitterly. "Go on, then. I have extra blankets. Tomorrow, you either start looking for a job or get on the road."
 
Ishimura smiled.


"Thank you, miss."


But in the middle of the night he was not on the couch, but not trying something dirty in her bedroom, like could have been expected; he was sitting outside, smoking and looking at the stars. Ishi was gone, and quiet, polite young man back.. And now his smile was not manic; just enjoying the quietness, loneliness, the rough nature around him, which would not seem to be charming to many.
 
Elisabeth slept restlessly that night, plagued by nightmares and anxiety she couldn't seem to shake. When the sun rose above the distant mountains the blonde had only snatched a few hours of much-needed rest. She held her head in her hands and sighed, thinking hard on how she needed to collect herself and simply get over it.


After a shower, she put on her makeup and dressed herself for the day, descending the stairs and ignoring Ishimura completely. She hadn't yet forgiven him for his actions the night before.


"Hungry?" she asked, not even checking to see if he was in the room to hear her.
 
Ishimura appeared back to inside from kitchen door.


"Yes, thank you."


Young man leaned against the wall and looked her with his dark eyes.


"When I said I was inside your mind.. I saw scars. I don't know what caused them.. But I know they are there."


He was quiet for a while, lighted up a cigarette and said then.


"When Ishi got away from those handcuffs, he could have tried to hurt you again. He did not want to. When I got up in the middle of the night, I could have tried to hurt you in your sleep. I did not want to. Maybe you understand what I try to say."


Young man smiled a bit and shrugged.


"Oh.. And by the way, your car is moaning. Should you check it out?"


It was clear that her had figured out what moaning and smell of blood meant, and what actually was inside that trunk, but it did not seem to bother him at all.
 
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"...everyone has scars, Ishimura." Elisabeth began chopping up peppers and kept her back facing him, hoping he wouldn't notice the nervous look in her eyes. "Some just hide them better then others."


"My trunk is--oh, shit." She groaned and slammed the knife into the cutting board. The woman stood there for a moment and contemplated what to do, but she knew her patience was wearing thin. It was bad to murder someone when she had a temper brewing, there was more room for mistake and she couldn't risk something so trivial. "Let them suffocate. No one can hear them. I don't feel like dealing with it right now."
 
Ishimura smiled.


"Oh? Don't worry, I can handle them. You got a man in the house now, after all."


He did not wait for answer; just took off his jacket and walked outside, grabbing a crowbar while walking to the car. Elisabeth couldn't see what happened, so only thing she heard was serious of very interesting noices, before very quickly he returned; covered in blood, but still smiling.


"Nothing to worry about, miss. They are in the shed. And dead. Very dead. You mind if I take a shower?"


Very dead was slightly belittled; they were barely recognizable to be humans at all.
 
How interesting, Elisabeth thought as she watched him stand in the doorway, blood dripping down his shirt onto the floor. I always wanted a pet.





"...fine," she said after a few moments. "Fine, go on. But clean up that mess. When you're done, I'll teach you what to do with them."
 
Ishimura uttered a laugh.


"What to do with them? Will you teach me to cook, miss?"


He disappeared and after longer while came back, now without shirt. He was slim, but in surprisingly strong condition; and full of scars. Ishimura cleaned up the blood and started to untangle his long hair, humming while doing so.
 
"How to cook?" she chuckled, considering his proposal. "No. That's not what I do. I find that the dead make much better fertilizer for my gardens than anything else." Elisabeth watched him clean the floors with feigned interest. "Make sure not to leave a mark. I host parties here all the time, including men from our beloved police department. I won't give my freedom for your mistakes."
 
Ishimura looked at her.


"With all respect.. I do know how to clean. It was our duty, in asylum. As well as helping at the mortgage. "


He sat at the table when he was done, sighing.


"What a shame.. Grilled ribs sounded so good. I have always wanted to experience many things, but parties are not one of them."


When food was ready, his voice were very casual.


"So.. who was your first victim? Your father, perhaps?"
 
"Good. You can clean my house for me, then. Gives me more free time on my hands." Elisabeth poured the two of them some orange juice and sat down at the table across from her guest.


"We're not going to talk about such a thing over breakfast, are we?"
 
"I don't care what we talk about, as long as I'm not the center of the subject." She gave a small laugh and kept eating her breakfast, content to remain a mystery to him.


"But we can talk about you, Ishimura."
 
Ishimura looked at her and grinned a bit. "What if we make a compromise? You tell me about your first victim.. And I tell about mine." He tilted his head and smiled, but not very happily.. There seemed to be two who did not want to be the topic.
 
"My first victim," she chuckled, sipping her orange juice and looking off to the ceiling to remember the face of the man she'd murdered.


"Guests first, Ishimura."
 
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