Psycho {H.S.}

Two

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Absolutely fascinating! He captured her and was able to keep her hidden for three years. Incredible technique and stealth, he was a smart one.

"Chris, spare the class your thoughts?" My criminology professor asks and all eyes around me turn to scrutinize my every movement. I shrink under all the attentiveness, but at least attempt to say something.

"I think... He was very intelligent and well thought out." I murmur and the class if filled with gasps. The teacher scoffs in disgust.

"If I didn't know any better, Heatherfield, I'd think you were supporting this mans sadistic acts. Although it is good to learn and educate yourself about the mind of the mad, I don't think you should be impressed by their styles of evil."

My eyes widen and my nerves kick in. I sit up in fear and gulp, looking around me at all the judgmental stares. I'm pretty sure I heard some scoffs as well. I thought every opinion mattered. Clearly not here.

"N-no sir, you see, he knew how to hold her hostage for a long period of time and I just think-"

"That's enough, Heatherfield. God forbid the day you come across a psycho. You might just join him in his journey. You know I poke fun, but really, I'd love for you to research different approaches." He retorts.

"Anyways-." He continues his lesson on the infamous kidnapper called Stevie Wun. Not the most intimidating name if I may add, but a smart man he is.

I major in criminology and psychology. These things just grab at my attention span and never lose their grasp. The criminally insane have always fascinated me, even when I was younger. I used to watch old Sherlock Holmes or Murder mysteries just to stir my imagination. I don't cheer on the bad guys, I just want to know why they are the way they are.

I'm just curious. I hope to become an agent in the force. 

"Alright class, dismissed," my professor shouts and everyone begins to shut their computers and stuff their notes into their bags, "don't forget the essay, guys! That's 25% of your grade!" He yells uselessly into the mob of exhausted students who are just ready for the weekend. I close my computer and slide it into my computer case.

"Chris, a word?" I hear from the front of the classroom and sigh. I stand from my middle row seat and swing my laptop bag over my shoulder. Making my way through the hoard of adults is a lot easier said than done.

I approach my teacher and blush when his eyes meet mine. I'm not sure why, it could be the fact that if he wasn't a professor, he'd make a great model. He can be sassy, but he truly is a sight for sore eyes.

"Yes, Professor Rodriguez?" I ask hesitantly and my voice comes out a little too high pitched. I avert my gaze to the carpet in order to make this whole ordeal a little less embarrassing.

"Listen, I understand that a rule is to respect everyone's opinion, and I do. Most of the time," he mumbles the last sentence under his breath, but I could hear him, "but the way you think is a bit unnerving, if you get me. I know of a book that might help change your perspective on the subject, if you are open to reading it. There may be some extra credit opportunities involved." He looks at me with a curious face, almost as if to see how his comment would make me react. I gulp and let out air from my lungs that I had no idea I was holding in for so long.

"S-sir, with all due respect, I don't believe I am in need of any extra credit, my grade is not suffering. Certainly fascination is part of the class, right?" I state in confusion and a sigh leaves his lips. My eyebrows furrow and my heart thumps against my rib cage.