Sociopathic Tendencies Novels & Stories

he said from the other end. “And that prompts the murder?” I asked confusedly. “No, he has an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and also some criminal acts that are caused by curiosity, he is a psychopath. The psychiatrist that diagnosed it, said that it was inherited from someone in his family,” he said from the other end. “Mark, what causes the murder?” I asked impatiently.

I killed my mother and her boyfriend with no remorse and even today I feel nothing. After months of testing, sociopath was the diagnosis. Today they call it antisocial personality disorder. What a crock of shit. The original diagnosis is what attracted Victor. He needed a killer and he found one. I remember checking his bedroom door one night a few months after they brought me into their lives. It was unlocked. How he and Cindy slept with me, the child killer, down the hall is a mystery. The fact is, they never gave me a reason to kill them. Victor knew what I was and provided people for me to kill a year after he brought me into his home. It feeds a need inside me and he knew it.

The ledger lay open on Isabella’s desk, a brutal relic sprawled across polished glass like an uninvited truth. The pages, yellowed and fragile, seemed to hum with the weight of two decades of buried pain. Outside her suite, the Cornish night was quiet. Too quiet. But inside, her world was crashing. She stared at the line she had already memorised, read it again anyway: “Voluntary: No. Highly resistant personality. Excessive cognitive independence. Unwillingness to adhere to societal norms. High emotional attachments. Potential for systemic destabilisation.”

Only, I have another challenge coming. It's a war of sentiments and sanity. He is a selfish bastard. There cannot be anything good in him. He is arrogant, ignorant, and narcissistic. He manipulates and has no respect for anyone. He kills for power. He is in trouble. A mistake you can never afford. I chant it, seeping it ever so slowly into my conscience so it can forward to my subconscious mind. It must be firmly engraved.

“They grow up believing they are a failure. That it doesn’t matter what they do; good, bad or neutral, they will be punished.” “You’re telling me that you’ve spent enough time with him today to believe he expects to be punished? For what?” Patrick sounds shocked and appalled at such an assumption. “Anything. Everything. Eventually the abuse goes on for long enough that the wolf ends up in one of three personalities. They can become a crazed psychopath seeking revenge on everyone they come in contact with or, more commonly, they become numb to their environment. Nothing seems to matter to them. Cole seems to fit best into the third category as he’s obviously not violent but he’s not numb eith

I'm willing to bet those two men are close to one another, just like my friends and I are. “I think I get to play with him. I heard a rumor that Sidhe peels dicks like bananas. I’d like to try it myself. I heard he learned it from Blood Angel who learned it from Corpse Collector. The Collector is my idol,” he says with false excitement. His face appears to look forward to the idea of it, but his voice is terrifyingly hollow. It reminds me of Doc Fox. So the question is, was this Camden guy made this way like Fox, or was he born that way? Psychopaths are born without emotions or empathy and sociopaths are created as a trauma response to not have emotions or feel empathy. So which one is this