Fiend: The Novel (Mason Rome Book 1)

by Dr. F.

There aren’t boundaries in here and all filters have been turned off. You have been warned. If you’re going to read this, it may be hard to smile in the future.

“Bodies” by Drowning Pool

When god made me he was drunk. The devil delivered me. My place of birth is purgatory. And hell is home.

My name is Ryder Strickland and I’m a fiend to most things bad. I obsess and I persist on what most people in society would never accept.

From the very start of this journey those closest to me have harmed me. So why not return the favor onto those who are deserving?

Being heated by the warmth is a ruse. The smoke at the chimney untrue. Losing oneself, falling through a trench of refuse.

State of mind on safety. Wasted on luck. Tested during invasion. First in line to get fucked.

A direct command at a moment of alerted distress often results in obedience. I learned this at the fire academy.

The night’s magic seems to whisper and hush. Lullaby my baby, sleep until daddy is done. But run if you hear a scream, this is not a dream.

I can’t tell if my thoughts are racing or if they are just simply more coherent. As I’m imagining a life where I can do exactly just as I please.

I am god, such that I can give life to fire and take life with ease. I feel no remorse about what I’ve done, and I want to experience that power more.

I visualize a way of living where I am capable of accomplishing very specific goals, while carrying out the worst crimes my imagination can conjure up. I want to achieve the unachievable, but in conjunction to causing pain like no one else.

To console thy broken life With art, with stars, begets hope. Forgets strife.

“Hello young man, please stay calm. You’re at Eloise Psychiatric Hospital. You were admitted early this morning.”

“Where the fuck is Eloise hospital?”

“Detroit.”

“You don’t say. Why the fuck am I here?”

“You were found last night. Wandering in the rain without any clothes on.”

So that’s what I was doing.

“This is Haldol. You should feel more relaxed in just a moment.”

“Hi everyone, you all probably know me already. I’m Eve, I’ve been here only 2 days, but this is my 7th time at Eloise. Oh and I’ve been diagnosed with Bipolar and Borderline, but that just means that I’m a people person and umm…I love hard.”

“My name is Ryder. I think I’ve been here a day or two. And I don’t have a diagnosis.”

This is the first time another human has caressed my body with their hand. I’ve been sucked, fucked, and smacked around before. But never brushed like a pet. It feels alien.

I need to learn about every inch of her body. I’m officially addicted to something other than killing. I’m hooked on Eve. The first real woman in my world.

Risperidone

The way we caused trouble and got away with it is opening up a dimension of possibilities. She’s a dangerous creature and I’m an artist at creating damage. We’re a volatile mixture, a flammable compound with the potential to burn up some places.

I have to show her the control I have over others. That I’m the devil reincarnated. The creator of trauma.

Don’t ever tame your demons. But always keep them on a leash.

Pantera – “Revolution Is My Name”.

Mudvayne’s – “Dig”

“Sober” – by Tool.

They diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder. I don’t know what that means, but I sure as fuck don’t have it.

We make quite the team, Eve and me. We’re treacherous. We’re untouchable. We’re Styrofoam and gasoline. Like napalm, we’ll fucking deep burn anything in our way.

If being hysterical is comical. Then my instability is dry humor. Cruelty delivered as a practical joke.

I’ve sold my soul to Satan. And returned my investment in blood. I’m paid with her hate. Earned in her trust.

Ecstasy salivating at the mouth Euphoria rubbing away all concern.

A mother’s love is a mother’s bond. But when mother is gone, she breaks her son.

Better to have loved, than not love a slut. But to have been loved with lust is embrace disguised as loss.

“Repentless” by Slayer

“My paranoid delusions are back.” she admits. “My auditory hallucinations are so present.” I try to warn.

“I’m also full blown manic right now.” “How does it feel?” I ask. “Like I’m invincible and really fucking horny.”

“The Board is what I call the people in my head. And they’ve been making me kill and cook people.” “Do you love it or hate it?”

“A mix of both. I’m actually good at this stuff. It’s the only thing I’m good at.”

I’m the Nikola of torture, and she’s the Hillary of fucking.

I do this as a necessary evil. She does this to pass the time. I’m addicted to this shit. She suffers from a mood disorder where this is her baseline.

We are opposites in that our atrocious behavior is fueled by a either a vice or disease.

I’m on the dark side of the sidewalk where the devil and I meet. To discuss things obscene.

“We Are Chaos” – Marilyn Manson

Rob Zombie’s – “Dragula”

“Down With The Sickness” – by Disturbed.