Chapter 36 - Pasch

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"I'm so glad you're home, sweetheart----I've been monitoring the case and---"

"Somebody pulled the casefile on Errol and Cora's murders? Thank you, mum, brilliant timing," I say, slow clapping as she locks the door from signing me off with Alistair.

"Oh you already know, well I'm only trying to help."

"Thanks," I mutter, going to slump at the table.

"Your welcome I keep tabs on all the murders you've committed."

"It's only three that you know of; don't be so dramatic," I say, dryly.

"Oh darling you have to tell me about anyone you might murder so that I can help you cover it up," she says, playing with my hair.

"Go away---I'm thinking. I've also had a row with Dax because I was trying to help him and now he's mad at me," I say, slumping down more.

"Priorities---is the casefile a problem?" she asks.

"Not really; the police don't know anything but my siblings might think of something so I'll have to wait and see. I don't want to kill them if I don't have to," I say.

"No definitely not we're reducing the number of people you have to kill as much as possible," petting my hair one more time before going to make us a snack.

"Or adding to it. You never know how the night is going to go," I sigh.

"Would you? Kill those other children I mean?" she asks. She refuses to acknowledge that they are my siblings because she didn't give birth to them and she doesn't want to share me. That's kind of the same reason she really doesn't mind that I killed Errol and Cora. She didn't like them either.

"No, I mean---I don't know. Not if they weren't going to turn me in," I say, frowning. If Dax just came to me suspecting I'm psychic I might admit I'm hiding my abilities to get out of doing work he'd buy that. Because it's true. "They wouldn't really think I did it---and try to tell the police without talking to me, would they?"

"I don't know, sweetheart," she says, shaking her head, "They don't have any proof, do they?"

"Other than my DNA---no," I say, "Other than us the only people who know what I can do and what I have done are dead." 

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