happy families :: m.g.c.

0.3

michael had a plan.

he had a plan that he was sure would get him out and ensure that he would be safe.

but he was cautious about even sifting out the finer details in his mind. who knows? the guards may have put a chip in his brain that would be able to read his thoughts. michael shook his head. it was a ridiculous thought that they were able to enter his brain and understand his thoughts. after all, most of the time even he couldn't understand his thoughts.

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the psychiatrist sat down in the dark red chair in front of michael. the police had recruited the help of acclaimed psychiatrist doctor emma fields to try and figure out why michael had become a serial killer and how he had done it, how he had managed to lure so many teenagers into his deathly trap.

"good morning, michael. how are you?"

"sleep deprived." michael growled back at her, dark circles underlining his now dull green eyes. "could you close the curtains? the light is hurting my eyes." doctor fields got up and closed the curtains, hoping that obeying michael's requests would make him more open to her questions.

"well that's no good. but anyway, down to why i called you here. i was wondering if you could tell me this all started, why you started killing."

"straight to the point, huh?" michael chuckled lightly.

"yes, i don't believe in small talk." doctor fields placed her leather notebook and black pen on her lap and looked at michael expectantly. he leaned back in his seat and cleared his throat.

"well, it started on a weekend in may . . ."