The Murderer's Experiment

Prologue

"We have come to a diagnosis after analyzing all of the information you have given us," the doctor entered the room once again, taking a seat across from her, no expression displayed on his face.

She felt her eyes twitch behind her closed eyelids and she flinched. The metal handcuffs are much to tight for her wrists and were starting to cause a rash of some sort. He'd be upset knowing she had been handcuffed by someone else.

They're going to say it. She knows they're going to say it.

"As if it weren't obvious," the doctor grumbles,"You have Stockholm Syndrome."

"The ignorance is astounding," she let out a short laugh.

The doctor raises his eyebrows,"Oh? Do you have your own diagnoses, Miss Black?"

"Hybristophilia. In short, I am attracted to murderer's," she said plainly.

"Murderer's? Is this a confession?"

Her eyes met the doctor's instantly, her lips parting, but then closing once again.

"Alright, well, an agent is going to come and speak with you. Make sure you have our story straight," he muttered and got up once again, leaving the room. It wasn't long before the agent entered.

"Well, you're the first female they've sent in. Trying a different strategy?" the girl smirks.

"Yes, in fact. So, let's have a little conversation," she replaces the doctor in the chair across from the girl. "Where did your captor go?"

"I don't know."

"Yes, you do. And even if you don't tell us, we will find him," the agent responds.

"Then why the interrogation?"

The agent leans back,"You think he's coming back for you, don't you?"

She stays silent.

"He's not. You know that, right? He is a killer, a murderer. He does not have the capacity to love. You of all people should know that."

The girl rolls her eyes, laughing bitterly,"That's what you like to think. But you wouldn't know, would you? You've never been in love with a killer. And a killer has never been in love with you. It is more complicated than you think."

"Is it? Enlighten me, Miss Black. You were the psychology student, after all."

She breathes in,"At first, we resented each other. It was towards him, mostly. He abused me. Manipulated me. Mentally fucked with me. But I loved it." '

"And you think that's normal? He made you that way, Alice."

"Of course it's not normal. I'm not fucking stupid. But it highly offends me that you believe he is the one who made me this way. I have always been like this. It's just the way my brain works."

"Are you a masochist?"

"I am a lot of things. I guess you can consider me a masochist."

"Alright. I think I've got enough."

"What do we do with her?" another cop enters the room.

"Let her go home. We've held her for the allowed amount of time. We have no evidence she's done anything."

The cop opens his mouth and closes it again.

Alice stands up. It's time. Everything is set up for her.

She sees the camera in the room turn away from them and she grins.

Alice walks up to the female agent as they near the door. She reaches up to the agents hair, grabbing her by her ponytail and bashes her head against the door frame. While the agent is in a daze, Alice grabs the gun from her holster, quickly clicking the safety off. She then shoots the agent in the head.

She raises the gun to the male agent who had just re-entered the room, shooting him as well. A small chuckle leaves her mouth as she walks out of the interrogation room, ready to clear out the rest of the personnel in the small police station.

Alice was channeling her slight anger that was bubbling from an encounter last night. Some random whore was trying to feel up her lover at the club. She didn't live long after that.

It wasn't even about the girl, though. Her beloved boyfriend was just sitting there, letting it happen. He does that every now and again, just to watch the scene fold out. He loved seeing Alice kill.

That's why when Alice saw the cameras turn on her wherever she went, she knew he was watching. And that's when she began to slaughter everyone in her sight.

A doctor shot in the head, a policeman shot in the face, it kept on until every police officer and secretary in there was dead.

As said before, it was a small police station, and it was the dead of night. The total body count was seven. Two agents, a doctor, three policeman, and a secretary who was about to leave for the night.

Alice grins at her work, and then spins to face the camera that was pointing at her in the main room of the station.

She lifted her hand to her mouth, blowing a kiss to the camera. She could practically see his lips upturning into a smirk. She knew he was proud.

Alice then saunters out of the station, gun in hand. A few impatient minutes later, the receiver of Alice's affections pulls up in the parking lot. He doesn't stop the truck until it brushes with her thighs. It was just one of their 'trust exercises. Alice knew that he would never hurt her, not unless she wanted him to.

She walks to the passenger side of the truck, waiting for the door to be unlocked and then slips into the seat.

"Put the safety on that, princess. Don't want to accidentally shoot it," he looks over at her, concern showing on his features slightly.

She shoves his shoulder slightly, putting the safety on the gun,"Jack. I think we've done this enough for me to bypass the gun safety speech."

He just gives her a look and she sighs.

He grips her chin lightly,"Look at you. Covered in blood."

"Just how you like it."

"I'd like it more if it was yours."

Alice juts her bottom lip out and Jack rolls his eyes,"Awe, is my poor baby deprived? It's okay, we can go fuck up a hotel room."

"Let's fuck up a hotel room, then, princess," Jack smiles, taking his hand from Alice's face and starting up the car.

As they drive down the road, Alice begins to think back, something she does often.

Old conversations flood her mind, and she eventually thinks back to the time before she met Jack. She frowns slightly. 

"What's wrong princess?" Jack suddenly speaks up, his hand making its way to hers.

She looks at him, but his eyes are trained to the road.

"Nothing. Just being nostalgic as usual."