This man, a hero and stress lifter for the uneducated and ignorant, or otherwise well know as a “ professional psychologist”, continues to ask me his simplistic uninventive questions. What made you kill them? They aren’t allowed to tell me who “them” is because they think I have suppressed all my memories of killing my victims, but I haven’t. I just pretend I have. Did you feel any remorse, and if not, do you now?
He is named a professional, but yet he knows nothing. He just continues to study me like he has been doing the last two months. Well, he tries to study me, but he can’t hold my glaze for more than six seconds; I’ve counted. He’s looking for a gulity reaction to his questions – but truly he is just looking for any reaction that he can get.
He wants to prove my delinquency (only to get me out of here, and away from him). But of course I give him nothing. The only thing I do is blink and on occasion I breathe. I don’t have to breathe, but I like to breathe every six minutes, so I can freak this man, John, out. It works.
I scare them. Not just the cops, but the psychologist, the doctors, the people who found me guilty, kids, the guards who lock me up every night. I scare them all. I scare humans. They just don’t know I can get out of this pathetic place anytime I want, and I will.
I’ve heard them talking. It was Reta, the doctor; she’s actually a “specialist“ and John.
“She doesn’t breathe!” John complained frightened. He is still worried about my escaping and attacking him, even though I am always 50 feet away from him on a rectangular table and I have double chains on my feet and legs.
“She does breathe, Joh---“ Reta said trying to reassure him, but truthfully she wasn’t completely sure if I breathed or not either. John interrupted.
“Barely! Something isn’t right about her. She isn’t just the usual nut case. She shows no symptoms of insanity or any mental disease. She just sits there and stares at me. She shouldn’t be here.” John yelled.
“Shhh.” She hushed John. “Keep your voice down.” She said looking to me from the one-way glass – well at least they thought it was one way.
“You t-think she can hear us?” John stuttered and looked nervously out at the glass,to me. She was silent for a moment. Reta was calculating weather to tell John the truth or not. She went on Yes, because she knew John was the only person she could to talk to – the only person who won’t call her insane.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if she could see us too.” She spoke. John stepped back a little.
“If you believe me then why haven’t you done any test on her?” John said accusing the only woman that was on his side.
“Because, John, She’s on the “Extremely Violent “list. Well actually she is said to be beyond that." She spoke softer nowas if in deep thought." They won’t just let me take her to my lab, even if I do have security.”
“She can’t be that strong.” John whispered to himself.
“Really, John, because she just doesn’t have two chains on her legs for nothing. By looking at her you wouldn’t think she’d hurt a fly never more kill ten people. And that’s just the bodies they could identify.” Reta said trying to bring John back to reality. She was right about me. I should not be let out of sight, because if anyone of them got in my way when I try to escape I would kill them with no second thought.
“Maybe you can get a swab of DNA.” John said hopefully.
“You don’t think I tried that.”Reta said. John looked her up and down with a little doubtful expression. She saw him.
“What? You think I want to help her escape out of here!” She sighed “Besides, a DNA swab would mean I would have to get close to her, and no one is allowed to do that, but he guards.”
“Then, why don’t you just ask for her tray when she is finished eating? Her spit has to be on the food, right?
“I’ve tried that.” Reta said softly this time.
“And what happened.”
“That’s impossible. There has to be DNA on her food.”
“I know.”Reta said in agreement.
“Then how can you explain no DNA on the tray?”
“Because in order to get DNA, the tray has to be touched first.” she replied.
“When I got the tray it wasn’t touched. She didn’t eat. I tried this for 5 weeks.” John’s eyes grew wide.
“She has to have eaten something. She would have been dead by now.”
“I think she is.”
“Is what” John asked.
That conversation had been the most amusing conversations I had over heard in the place, so far. Dead! She - oh that Reta, she knows to much for her own good.I already knew that Reta would suspected something out of the usual to determine my "condition" , but I have to say that one surprised me. Well, Reta never ceases to surprise me.If only John were that interesting. This little game would be a bit more fun. But for now, it's progressing as slow as a game of monopoly. But sooner or later some one would have to win. And let's just say I am known to always win at games, expespecially my own. That's not just because I make the rules, well maybe that has something to do with it, but humans are always give up so easily. As soon as the game begins they are already begging for my mercy. It's really no fun when they give up. But don't let me mislead you, I do use their begging as an advantage. But sometimes I just... "disquaify" them.
"Can you remember the place you were when the detectives decovered you?" John asks me, while he looks down at his clip board. Oh, do I. I wanted so badly to say, but now was not the time to start the game. So, I just sit there expressionless looking at John. Well, not really at John, but at Reta. She is behind the one way glass. She likes to watch me. She wants to see if I will ever talk. She is so obsessed with me. But instead she pretends to be there to see if a attack John. But I know that's not the reason, because that's what the two sucurity guards are for. She knows I won't attack anyone.
John looks at me. Then he looks at where I am really looking. When he turns back to me, there is fear on his face. Well, he always has the fear in his expression, it's like it's assigned to be there, but this look is a mixture of disgust too. John's not to fond of me, and he doesn't like me that much more either considering, I favor Reta over him. He's jealious. He thinks woman are an inferior race and should give men all their attention like all the other men... I don't get why John still has his job. It's not like he is that good anyway.
John clears his throat. He wants me to look at him. So I do. I let my eyes pour into his. I release every thought with my glaze. I release the part of me the hungers for his attention.I see him try to look away but he can't. literally. I hold him as closely as I could without really physically touching him. He wanted all my attention. So he got it. I can feel his emotion as the pain of my blue eyes burn him like frost bit. I'm hurting him. He gasp. The guards rush over from the door, and grab me by the back out me shirt. They even go as far as pulling me out of my chair. But I still continue to look at John.
"Are you okay?" One of the male guards ask. John is still looking at me; He can't control it. This is getting quite boring and I have gotten what I need to satisfiy me,so I let him loose. He steps back. Then he starts to pant to catch his breath. He feels drained, but I only feel more powerful.
"Are you okay!" the guard ask again.
John looks at him and nods " Yes, I-I'm fine." Yet he sounds as if he had just been choked.
"You sure?" The guard asks.
"Yes! I'm fine." John said staggering toward the door. "This session is over. Take her back to her cubical." He said then he left.
Reta was wrong about one thing. I eat. I just don't eat food.
"Move!" The other guard pushes me. Oh these men will be the first I kill when it all comes to that point. Which will be soon.
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