Psycho

Unit 22

hello...... (it's me). this is a short one but ah what can you do. that's still an update for you right there. hope you appreciate and as always sorry for the delay im trash and lazy and also i have a lot to do for college. anyway you don't wanna know about that haha just read, thank you

Disclaimer: This story contains violence, gore, sexual content and strong language. Subjects covered might trigger some. If you are very sensible or easily offended, please abstain from reading.  

For the rest of Tuesday, Dan had avoided talking to Phil as much as he could. When the conversation couldn't be escaped from, Dan talked with such a haughty tone that it had only managed to irritate Phil. "Passive-aggressive, emotional-vulnerable" was all Phil could think of.

Dan kept talking to him like he was above him, like he was giving himself some kind of importance, like he was trying to convince Phil, or himself, or both, that he was worth more than he actually was and that talking down on people was going to raise his esteem. Whatever reason he did that for, Phil couldn't stand it. He had been so close to getting a confession out of him only to end up there, frustrated, clueless and dispirited.

Phil then decided to ignore Dan for what was left of the day, which suited him. They had gone to bed without telling goodnight, and Phil prayed it wouldn't be like this to fly to America on Thursday morning.

As the sun was waking up the other side of the world, the moon shone on theirs as their head laid on their pillow. Phil, who had been sleeping soundly, felt himself being dragged from his dreams and brought back to reality slowly. When he was fully aware his mind was awake, he noticed why. He heard a series of sounds coming through the wall.

He frowned, not quite figuring out what it could be, and listened more carefully. He could hear Dan's voice. He was saying things. Incoherent, indistinctive, but loud words. Phil thought he could probably understand what they meant if he concentrated harder, but he was already starting to fall back asleep. He brushed it off as he flew back to dreamland.

On Wednesday, Dan awoke with an excruciatingly painful headache, just like Quest, who had woken up once again soaking in sweat due to his vivid night dreams. Dan remembered the events of the day before and massaged his aching forehead. As he dragged himself out of bed, he promised himself not to be tempted by Phil's help anymore. He had slipped too many times and it was getting dangerous for his alter-ego.

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After two black coffees, Quest drove to the hospital to have yet another meeting with his crew. He had thought about Isoke Jalloh's murder all day and all night long and had a few theories in mind, ready to share them with the group. When he parked his car and walked through the entrance, he wondered if Jesus would still be as nervous and strange as yesterday.

As usual, when he got into the meeting room, everyone was already there. He took his place and gestured his coworkers to start. Wade opened the files.

As Allaway was naming the victim, Quest glanced at Jesus. He looked less nervous, but was still kind of pale and dreary.

"...still no link to the other victims."

Wade then let the forensics speak.

"She died from the several stab wounds. Stabbed a total of 16 times." Vincent said. "Her internal organs were literally ripped, and judging by the wounds, it was made with the same small weapon as Agana Baldwin, Bradley Cox, Emily Fontaine, Guy Hurell and Howie Ikin as we had already established. The penknife. Nothing in her blood like Favor Gallagher but still a 9 and a 16 on her cheeks. Nothing more, nothing less. Like every other corpse, really."