Scott stared at Will, his eyes narrowing.
"You're a medical phenomena, you realize that? I-"
Scott stared at the window. "I don't want to hear your prattling."
"I mean you-"
Scott ran his hands throw his hair, looking down at Will, who was tied up.
"I wish I were normal. I don't want to be your medical phenomena. I want to be with Ana. I want to be happy. I don't want to kill."
Will swallowed. "Then you need to go back to the doctor, Scott. Try new medications. Speak to a therapist. Maybe try inpatient-"
"Well that's why I have you," he murmured, raises his foot to Will's throat. "You're a psychiatrist. A good one right?"
"I'm good enough yes."
Scott smirked. "You used to be my doctor. Or that's what you called yourself. You were more a fanboy than anything. Hopefully you'll be better in real life."
Will swallowed. "Listen...just let me go. Set up an appointment with me."
Scott sighed. "I could break you. Break you in ways you couldn't imagine, that's what doctors do, you've gotta know how to break to know what to fix. I just want you to stay here and fix me."
Will chuckled. "I can't...Scott if you're a doctor then you know I can't fix you. Okay? What you have is a mental illness and no one-"
"You better try," Scott said menacingly. "You better fix this. Fix me. Quiet this...this voice inside me."
He held his head. "I want it to stop. I want to be normal. I want to be good. And you need to do it."
Will huffed. "And...and if I can't?"
Scott sighed, standing. "I have to go. Call your family and tell them you're fine. All you have to do is fix me, Will. And I'll let you go."
Will nodded frantically, as Scott stepped on his neck. "You know, I get the sinking feeling you're as pathetic as before." Scott smirked.
"Good night, Dr. Will."
• • •
"Where are you coming from?"
"Therapy," he said simply, sitting down at the table. "How was your day?"
"It was fine. You look...different."
Scott ruffled Annika's hair. "And you little one?"
"I played video games!" She chirped, shoveling food in her mouth.
Scott smiled. "That's good, kid."
Morgana sniffed his shoulder. "I know that scent."
He froze. "Oh? That's a keen nose."
She narrowed his eyes. "What did you do?"
He set his fork down. "What do you think?"
She stood. "Annika go play your PlayStation."
"Oh okay,"
She leaned against the table, picking up a butter knife. He stared at his plate.
"You wanna tell me what you're really dining?"
"Mh...sucking dick for a dollar?" He shrugged, sitting back, crossing his arms.
She laughed facetiously. "Haha. What were you really doing."
He smirked. "No, you're right, I do prefer pussy."
She clenched his jaw. "Will. He wears the same cologne. It's distinct."
"And you're a nurse," he picked his fork back up spinning. "Maybe you should switch professions. Try your hand at detective."
"Don't fuck around. Why were you-"
"I said I was with a therapist. Is that not Will's occupation?"
"Are you off your meds?"
"No."
She licked her lips. "If we go down then we go down together. And this would be Murder. It's a lot of time."
"You think I'm a snitch?" He looked up. "My name is Scott, but I promise I'm not that much of a bitch. Anyway, I slit his throat so who'd really go down here?"
She clenched her jaw. "Will? Of all people."
"You have objections?" He said calmly.
"Do you care?"
He smirked, raising a brow. "Honestly? Not really, baby girl. Let's just have dinner. Everything is fine."
Morgana narrowed his eyes, squaring next to him. "We're gonna watch each other die, right?"
"We are."
"We never quite worked out how that's work out though, huh?" She said quietly.
He leaned forward, grabbing her face. "Hm...you shoot me, I stab you, you shoot me again."
"That kills you twice," she remarked.
He chuckled. "Right. I was hoping natural causes. But that's a term that can mean lots of things with the right mind."
"Why do I get the feeling you have the mind for it. Scott?"
"Because you're very intuitive. Either way, it's too late. We're together in this. And if we go down, then we'll go down together."
She leaned in. "You're becoming someone else. I see it."
"It's not someone else," he said quietly. "It's a version of me. I really am trying, Ana. I'm trying to be god. Do you believe me?"
She nodded, stroking his cheek. "I believe you. Like you said, these monsters we have...they're chemical imbalances and no one knows how they work or how to fix them."
He smirked. "I'm fixable. I've got be fixable, Ana. I've got to be saved. I need it."
She chuckled laughing, as she stood. He glanced up at her.
"I forget you're not used to real world. There is no fix. You're just captive."
