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Chapter 9

🎭Psychotic beginnings

"Someone's approaching..." I spoke softly as I heard heels clinking from the hallway outside leading to the asylum room.

The footsteps clinking, stopped at the door.

"It's just the nurse Martha—" Jack said in a seemingly irritated tone as the nurse entered the room, "she's here to give me my shot."

"Shot?!" I questioned feeling somewhat surprised, I looked at the nurse who was moving closer to Jack with some sort of suspicious looking first aid kit that was shaped like a briefcase in white with a red cross on it. "Can you not?" I looked at her as she was about to open her equipment. "Now isn't exactly the right time, I'm having a conversation with my new partner that requires him to be sober."

"Sorry mam, I'm just following protocol." She completely dismissed me with her soft tone that still remained firm and to the point.

I ran up to stand in front of Jack before she could get to him. She was now approaching him with a syringe in hand.

"I really need to talk to him, it's for the big boss. If you could please just give us a few minutes, it would be much appreciated." At this point I was prepared to knock her out cold if she dismissed my protest again on the fact that I needed him sober. "Please..." I tried to negotiate, clenching my right fist tightly as I waited for her response. I was getting mentality ready for my next move if she were to continue.

She looked at my hand as my knuckles began to turn white and then looked at my eyes. I tried to look a little bit threatening but pleading at the same time.

She sighed making a "Huff" sound before turning around. "Let me know when you are done then." I watched as she walked back to the medical kit and placed the syringe and gloves she had on back into it before she hurriedly walked out of the room into the corridor where her footsteps slowly became faint, clicking until they disappeared entirely.

"You were prepared to punch her weren't you." I heard Jack snicker to himself as my eyes were still glued to the door she had disappeared through.

"Maybe..." I looked back at him to see him with a sinister smirk on his face.

"I saw the look you gave her, it was like you didn't want to do it but if she continued you'd have no choice. She may have sounded cold leaving but you scared her."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "She seemed unfazed to me." I was a little confused.

"She isn't one to show fear but unlike you I can smell it. She hurried out of here faster than usual. She was practically running. Poor Martha." Jack laughed.

"So tell me what happened..." I changed the subject suddenly. My tone going stern.

There was a moment of silence and then Jack finally spoke.

"It was prom night and my friend I liked didn't want to go with me cause "they" were going to be there. I was an orphan who went to a rich high school. The family that was supposed to take me in couldn't accommodate me so they left me without a home, meaning I had to stay at the orphanage until they got a place for me but they paid for my schooling in the mean time. And by the they I mentioned before... I was talking about the politician kids. They could do anything and nothing would happen to them. They could smell poor from a mile away. I was what they called a charity case."

"How does this all tie up to the massacre?" I looked at Jack trying to piece together what he was telling me.

To be continued...

This is a rough draft... I'm too lazy to fix it all up so I'm posting from drafts... if you want more info on Jack you gotta wait I'm building his story...