Mr. Insanity|Andy Biersack Fanfic

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"I'll see you dead, Andrew."

"I'm sure you will, Charlotte, my dear." He smirks, "Just not today."
Two serial killer psychos loose. A detective hellbent on revenge. Secrets yet to be discovered. It doesn't get any more twisted than this.


4. Not Again

(Charlotte's POV)

"Breaking news." The news lady on the TV above the bar announces, "Catherine Von Blackheart has escaped Ravenhearst Mental Institution. The brutal killer of more than ten men, one her own father."

"Just what we need, another psycho on streets," I mumble. Half of them we can't catch, the other half escape when we do. I've been a cop for four years and just made detective a couple months ago. I detest violence, always have. But after what I've been through in my life I have "the stomach for it" as the phrase goes, that's not to say I don't have nights without sleep.

"She had been arrested caught in the act of murder. She later went to trial and was find to be mentally insane. She spent a total of six months in Ravenhearst before her escape."

A picture of her comes across the screen. She really rather pretty for a psycho. But who has ever said a psycho wasn't attractive? Believe me, I know how attractive someone capable of such things can be. 


The frostbitten grass crunches beneath my feet. The brutal, unforgiving cold air fills my lungs making my chest freeze and burn with every breath.

It's too early for this shit. Being in the police force I know I could, and am, called to work at all hours of the day and night.

"It's one of his alright." Detective Norman Conners tells me under his breath as he passes by me.

Oh my God! Not him again, not again.

Conners knew I hated that man with a passion. He always eluded every cop's grasp that ever went after him. He had even killed a young officer by the name of Ted Peirce when he came too close to Andy for his comfort. The only man he had killed out of all his victims, eighteen women altogether, and now it looks like the total is brought up to nineteen.

I had never been assigned to a case involving the notorious killer known as Andy Biersack, but perhaps that was going to change now. It's what I've wanted since joining the force.

The crime scene photography had already completed his job by the time I first lay eyes on the body. My stomach lurches at the sight, although I'm careful not to let it show. I'm confronted with a Godawful sight. A young girl about twenty-two or so lay propped against a large tree totally naked, she had been dumped like so much garbage in the Millstone park. A jogger had found her around six in the morning and here I am at the scene less than thirty minutes later.

Her blonde hair had been sloppy chopped off until it was about only an inch long. Her green eyes were dull with the life having left her body, not only that, but they contained a look of unimaginable fear in them. Her mouth had trails of dry blood on each side from where he had slashed both sides of her mouth open with a knife. At least, that's what I would assume, especially given his fondness of knife.

She had the number '19' on her forehead in dry blood, confirming her as his nineteenth victim. Several deep bloody gouges were up and down her legs and thighs. Another officer points out where she had been stabbed in the side with a large knife, knowing Biersack probably a hunting knife or a survival knife, something to that extent.

"Look, she's been strangled too. See the bruising on her neck and the red blood spots in the white of her's eyes," I say aloud to the other officers.

Worst of all was his trademark he gave to all his victims, two large jagged letters were carved into her chest, 'A B', the line through the A and the middle of the B connected the two letters together.

"What kind of sick monster did this?" Says a rookie officer standing behind me.

I look over at him, "He goes by Andy Biersack, and he is sick and he is a monster."


"Well, partner...

"Don't fucking call me that. I work alone, I don't do 'partners'."

"Excuse fucking me." Detective Tony Blackmar says sneeringly, "Besides, I'd say Captain Marks disagrees with that."

I bite my tongue in bitter silence. God, I hate this, but hell, it was either be with dipshit here or not work on this case at all. After all, he had been working the case for some time before the opportunity for me to work on it fell into my lap.

"What is it you don't like about me anyways, Crane?" He lights a cigarette, it's foul odor fills my nostrils, making me want to throw the wretched thing out of the car, and him with it.

"Well, it's nothing personal, not really. I just don't like anybody," I reply through gritted teeth.

At least I'll have the chance to bring Andy Biersack to justice, it's worth having to put up this guy. I glare at him out of the corner of my eyes.

Finally, I have the chance I've always wanted. This scumbag doesn't stand a chance. Smart he is, I'll admit that, but I'll not let him fool me. I'll never let anyone fool or outsmart me again.

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