The Thorns Of A Decaying Rose

Chapter 1

**July 16th, 2022**
  The air filled with tension, Dr. Swane had his eyes set forward on a particularly strange male, with messy medium brown hair that covered his eyes just slightly, held captive by the straight jacket that forced him into a self hug. Swane flipped through a few papers, Studying the case carefully.
  "Mr...Jones correct?" The doctor questioned, eying the file in front of him carefully.
"That is the name they have down is it not? Though...for my sanity's sake, just refer to me as Blitz. The being addressed by my last name thing isn't exactly comforting to say the least." The darker haired male tilted his head offering a sly grin.
Swane hummed in response running a hand through his silver hair, he was getting old more so physically, he was only 43 and already had a head full of grey's. Obviously this line of work didn't exactly help his case either, as the various psychopaths he dealt with daily was quite stressful. Now he was tasked with dealing with this.... Occultist? He wasn't exactly sure but this patient was particularly found of the non-existent. Demons aiding him in his crimes? A world filled with unnatural and vile creatures? It was as if he had spent majority of his life in some fantasy book he couldn't escape.
-PTSD Related Delusions?- Swane scribbled down in his notes less then excited to start the session.
"So, uh..Blitz, it says here you are a immigrant, mind confirming this?"
"Yes, however I gained citizenship in September of 2014, I had just turned 18 after all."
"Why did your caregiver at the time not handle that much sooner?"
"I don't see how that's relevant to my case Dr. Swane. I didn't come from another country to be a terrorist. I was about 7 when I was imported I doubt I could have carried on with a plan given to me with such complicity at that age." Blitz retorted, tilting his head back just slightly.
"You are constantly refered to a intellectual genius, it's not impossible"
"Yet I haven't claimed once that I did it in the name of great Britain- Its 2022 not the 1700's mate"
"Hm.." -Sarcastic, Doesn't take questions seriously. Avoiding to answer? PTSD Related becomes more likely.- More scribbling.
"Why don't you tell me how this all started, Blitz" Swane flipped a page, writing something else down before giving his full attention to Blitz.
Blitz eyed the clipboard in the doctors hand for a moment before sitting back letting out a long sigh. "From the beginning hm? Well, let's see..I suppose it started after I turned 16, boss lady said I had been upgraded from cleaning the main area to working with the girls on the late night shifts where it was less then likely for those lawmen to come a'lookin"

**September 28th, 2012**
Blitz scanned the crowd with his eyes his hands gripped tightly around the brass pole his teeth grit as his eyes meet Sarah's, she motions for the petite male to go on. Blitz isn't exactly given a choice in the end as more customers began to move away from his small stage put off to the side of the main area.
The stage itself was commonly used for those who were still learning or new to the place. This place was located in what was known as 'the underground' an area in the red light district of Times Square, New York. Many adult entertainment and illegal businesses littered the streets like a rats nest. Domum Meretricis, 'The House of a Harlot', was the center of all of the shady things going down in the streets surrounding it. The owner Sarah Hartshorn, was infamous for the many 'parties' she threw or rather auctions and trades.
Blitz squinted his eyes as a overhead light peers down on him, lighting up his stage like a Christmas tree. He grumbled under his breath as he rolled his eyes, moving his hips to begin his decent into less then human, a tool for the crowds gaze. He was the only male on during the late nights and would be for quite a while as most lightweight males avoided this area or was auctioned off to rich men and women with enough money to cover all and every indecent tracks.
It was common for men to be accused of such scandals and most believed that they were the source of everything, yet in his time in this god forsaken country, Blitz had seen more women participate in these activities then he had secret hand shakes or codes for location and time setups for later trades.
Blitz moved around the pole, his body felt heavy with exhaustion as he wasn't particularly used to this for long periods of time. Hours had passed and with each small break he could get, he let himself cool down, taking a long sip of an ice cold water. His body would feel temporarily lighter until it was time for yet another dance his gaze never met the crowds, keeping to the stage floor. Whatever strand of dignity he held was balancing on not seeing the expressions of the crowd, all of the hungry men and women eager to participate in such lustful actions.
He could hardly feel his body by the end of the shift, even moving through the large crowd was tough for him as so many hot and sweaty bodies were pressed up together causing the air to be dense and humid.
It felt like hours had passed as he finally navigated through the crowd, fleeing towards a flight of stairs that led down to the cellar otherwise known as the worker's quarters.
A firm grasp of the back of his collar yanked him back a sharp yelp leaving Blitz's lips eyes wide with panic. "No not ag-"
"Calm your horses boy, it's just lil' ol' me" The familiar oddly American accent of his boss filled him with a sense of relief.
"Er- Mistress, I apologize" his soft English accent filled Sarah's ear as she pulled him into a hug.
"It's all 'ight" She hummed caressing the small boys hair.
Blitz seemed so much more fragile and weak during these years of his life, it was humiliating he would later comment to the white haired stranger on the other side of the table.

**Present Day**
"So, not only did you work there, you lived there as well?" Swane questioned, adding on to his notes on his board.
"That's correct" Blitz confirmed, adjusting the way he was seated, he was in obvious discomfort however criminals aren't exactly given the royalty treatment.
"Hm..and this miss Hartshorn, was she like a mother figure to you?"
"I suppose you could say that, I still fail to see how any of this answers that lingering question in your mind 'Oh why oh why would you kill so many in cold blood? Put a bullet in their skull? Oh Blitz I'm just dying to know!" Blitz was almost mocking the other man, a scowl appearing on Swane's face.
A buzzing sound came from behind Blitz, two fully armed officers walking into the room, one holding a muzzle in his hands the other a weapon just Incase the prisoner was to somehow get free from his bondage.
"Ah! Well seems like times up doctor! It was a pleasure meeting you, same time tomorrow correct?" Blitz hummed his tone was cheerful yet his cold, dull gaze remained on the doctor. Something in Blitz's lifeless eyes terrified the doctor yet he put up a front keeping his calm unphased expression.
"Yes, I will see you tomorrow, 11 A.M. on the dot. We will pick up where we left off."
The two officers forced Blitz up out of his seat, manhandling him with ease sin he was on the slimmer side. One put the muzzle on him as last time he was without one, he took a chuck of a officers neck with his teeth. As they dragged Blitz out the last thing Swane saw was those goddamned eyes.