Wonderland

Part 3

Detective Drew Williams POV
It's been three days since the stabbing and the kid just is in his own little world. Today I'm talking to the shrink to find out what's up with him. I get to the office and find her. Her brown hair looks limp and her eyes are tired. Bianca Nevis is new around here, and this case is the worst for new comers. It's like being tossed into a freezing pool, it's too much at once.

We walk over to the one way glass with Jack on the inside, he looks so innocent playing with dragons and fairies. I remember playing with that kinda stuff too.

"It's sad, isn't it?" Bianca says. I keep forgetting that he killed someone. I have to keep this professional.

"Yeah, what did the suspect tell you?" I hardened my voice.

Bianca looked surprised at my change of tone, but she continued anyway, "Jack Fisher seems to be in a psychosis, probably formed because he didn't have much external input. He never left Waterbury street, and never went to school. All he ever saw was his mother being beaten by his father. He made a new world, I guess, where he was a hero. Like he took his parents name and inverted them, so Derek was Kered and Anita was Atina. Derek Fisher had a drinking problem, those were his potions. His final 'adventure' was going to a junkie, getting a knife and finally killing Kered- I mean Derek."

Wow, that felt like someone just punched me. How can a kid get so wrapped up in a fantasy, he starts living in it?
"So he know he killed his father?" I asked.

"Not exactly, he killed Kered, in his mind at least, even then he calls it taking away his power."

"Does he feel any remorse at all?" I looked over and saw him still gleefully playing with his dolls.

"He made himself the hero, he is the only human in Waterbury. To him, he saved the world." I have never faced anything like this.

"What do we do? What can we do?" I ask, not really Bianca, but myself. How could I convict someone who doesn't even know their own parent's name? "I have to talk to him." I say quietly.

I walk in and take a seat across from the metal table separating us.

"What is your name?" I ask.

"Jack Fisher, what's yours?" He asked without looking up.

"Detective Drew Williams, where do you think you are?" I follow up with.

"A dungeon, where do you think you are?"

"We're at the police station." I tell him. "Why are you here?"

"Because I destroyed your leader, why are you here?" I'm getting tired of him playing these games, why can't he just understand?

"Because you killed your father, who are your parents?" I can feel my voice rising.

"I don't know what you're talking about I took away Kered's power. I don't have parents, who are yours?" Why is he doing this?

"Think, who raised you?"

"Atina"

"No, Anita." I grabbed the file and took out a photo.

"Wow she looks like a big Atina." I've had enough.

"No she doesn't, because you made up Atina. Don't you understand Anita is your mother, Derek is your father. You killed your father!"

Bianca came in, "What are you doing? He's unstable, and you can push him over the edge!"

"I'm handling it," I retorted. She took the seat next to me, but still looked worried.

He looked down, "I was trying to save, wait. No that can't be true no. No no no no no no. NO! I'm a hero. I'm a hero!"

"You killed your Derek." I calmly told him.

"I killed my dad..." His lip began to quiver. He understood, that's all I need to get him a deal. I stand up to leave, Bianca stayed to comfort him. I watched from the other side of the glass. Sometimes I really hate my job. She finally came out.

"I shouldn't have done that." I confessed.

"But now you can get him at least a trial, or a deal if you're lucky." Bianca said.

I ignored what she just said. "He lived in a world where he eliminated the evil, now he's here because of me."

"Being stuck in a fantasy isn't healthy." She tries to comfort me.

"Neither is beer, but I really want it." I laugh.

"You did good, okay?" She pats my back and walks away.

Not really. It wasn't worth it and I know it wasn't because he was a kid when I walked in, but not when I walked out.