"I'm Not Fortunes Fool, I'm Yours" (x yn)

Chapter 2

The door shutting behind you, you feel hands creep their way from your shoulders to your collar.

His hands feel heavy, but he is gentle with his movements. They were soft but a contradicting with a clawed intention.

"Oh, thank you."
He had taken you coat from your back and hung it up on a coat rack near the door.
"Please sit down." His hand gestures to a chairs in the middle of the room.

Not wanting to come off as rude, you wait for him first.
"Take your pick."
"I wouldn't want to take your seat, Dr.Lecter."
"How polite." He gives you a sly smile.

Dr.Lecter sits in the seat to his left, you take his right. "Would by any chance like reading?" You ask sarcastically, obviously noting the library that lined the upper floor of his office. "How did you know?" He says sardonically.

"What brings you to therapy Ms/Mr/Xr Y/N?"
"Well, I'm sure you've seen the news."
"The murders, I presume?"
"Yes, those." Your gaze drifted to the window, the snow falling slowing as if time itself had come to a halt.

"I've gotten the ideas to..." you trail off. Your gaze seeming as though it has gone off to some other world.

"What is it Ms/Mr/Xr Y/N? You can tell me anything, that is why you're here."

"I've been tempted to recreate the crimes. Or make more that are my own." You spit out, your gaze turns from the frozen snow to the wooden floor, it was good to get it off your chest but it came with guilt.

"Why do you think that is?"
His gaze did not shift in the slightest.

How was he so calm about this? I just confessed I wanted to kill somebody, he's okay with that?

"I- have no clue. I know that murder is wrong and all but," your hands moving along with your words.

"But what?"
"You know I actually had one of the thoughts before I came inside. When I saw the front of the building, I thought about- this might be kind of gross, are you okay with that?"

"...I am."

"Alright, so I would dismember the person, put the head in the top middle window, their left arm in the left facing window, vise-versa for the right. Also that for the legs but on the first level."

"And the torso?"

"On the front door, as a door knocker."

"Interesting."
Dr.Lecter's eyes pierce yours as he speaks.

"Do you feel any remorse or guilt after you think these things?"

"No."

"Do you think that's normal?"

"...no."

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yes, good. You are aware that this is not usual for you."

"Is it normal for anyone?"

"Possibly."

"Even me?"

"..."

Dr.Lecter rises from his chair and walks around to his desk. Sliding one of the drawers open, he pulls out a small and grey notebook.

"Do you know what this is?"
He says raising the notebook and closing the drawer. "It's a journal."

"It's an empty book. I want you to write it. Anytime you have these urges, I want you to document them here."

Its cover was soft, about the size of your hand.

"The following sessions, we can discuss them. Assuming you're returning." "Oh yes of course, I will be." You say, giving him a warm smile.

"Great."

"Do you think I'll actually act on my thoughts?"

"No, but things can always change."

"Like what?"

"If the thoughts become increasingly violent, you neglect to write them down, and you can't hold it within yourself any longer."

Your eyes widen, "Do you mean I'll become a murderer if I don't write them down?"

"That is one possible outcome."
Sensing the distress that carved your face he says, "but that is an unlikely, outcome of course."

"...oh."

A small smile eases your pounding heart, as he looks to the clock.

"Well, it's 3:28. I think our time has just concluded."

"That felt short."

"Yes, since it's our first meeting."

"Oh, of course- yes."

"How do you feel?"

"Lighter, I think."

"You think?"

"I know."

"Great, I appreciate to be preciseness."

"Me as well."

"Well it was good meeting you, Ms/Mr/Xr Y/N. I look forward to our next meeting." You both exchange a warm smile and shake hands.

"I'll second that."