Nothing Like Us [1D/JB Fan Fiction] (Under Editing)

*Chapter Twenty-Three: A Chat With a Serial Killer, Dark, and Snow in California

I had come up with an insane idea on the car ride to Dr. Sykes' office. I had a good feeling and a bad feeling about it, so I wasn't surprised when Sykes and Chase looked at me like I was crazy after I told them. "I know that it sounds crazy," I begged, "but I think it could work." I bit my lip as their expressions seemed to stay where they were. I sighed and looked down.

"She might be right, Chase," Dr. Sykes' expression changed into his thinking face. He knew exactly what I was thinking. Chase went pale and looked at both of us in disbelief.

"You're kidding," he replied, his face getting paler by the second. Dr. Sykes and I nodded slowly, scared that if we talked anymore, Chase would start having another nervous breakdown. He took his beanie off and ran his hand through his brown locks. "You want to have a chat with a serial killer?" I could see that he was worried, and trust me, my heart was pounding as well, but I needed to see what his other personality wanted.

"Technically he's only murdered two people," I answered, "a serial killer is when-"

"I know, Alex," he mumbled, "How do you even plan on doing this anyway?" I hadn't thought of that part. I shrugged and he face palmed. Dr. Sykes cleared his throat and Chase and I both looked at him.

"Think about how Chase has blacked out before," Dr. Sykes said simply. I furrowed my eyebrows and thought hard. The first time I saw him, Chase had been anxious, but then again, he had also been happy yesterday before we found Fredburt on the floor dead.

"It's too random," Chase sighed, "he comes out at the most ridonculous times." I started to nod, but Chase started to breathe heavily. He gripped my hand until his knuckles turned white. He was in pain. His face was white and covered in sweat. He looked at me, complete fear on his face. I glanced at Dr. Sykes and I could tell he knew what was happening. I was about to have a chat with a killer. Suddenly, his breathing went back to normal and his face regained its color. I slid my hand away from his, not knowing what to say when this other personality started to talk.

He ran his hands through Chase's now sweat-drenched hair and smirked. When he turned to look at me, I almost screamed. His eyes took me back to that night. I didn't want to remember that night again. His eyes were so dark that you could barely tell he had any pupils. He smirked some more at my reaction.

"Well, look who it is," he purred, "Alex Moore. Long time no see." Even his voice was dark. I wanted to punch him in the face for all he had done to Chase. I wanted to punch him in the face for all he had done to me. I wanted to, but I couldn't. He was Chase, just not the same Chase. I couldn't hurt him, because that would be like punching an innocent person. "I guess we never properly met," he leaned in closer so I could feel his breath on my pale face, "I'm Edge." I pushed him away and scoffed.

"Creative name," I snapped. A look of confusion flashed on his face, but it was quickly taken over by his smug look.

"So I heard you're famous now," he murmured in a deep raspy voice. An involuntary chill ran through me.

"No," I squeaked, "I'm just on the X Factor." He laughed at my weakness. Pull yourself together, Alex. I took a deep breath. "What do you want with Chase?"

"Who?" he asked, sounding confused.

"You know," I was getting frustrated, "the guy you share a body with?"

"Um, sorry to burst your bubble," he scoffed, "but I share this body with me, myself and I." I glanced over at Dr. Sykes, who slowly took off his glasses in a way that reminded me of Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That meant he just found out something.

"He doesn't know," Sykes sounded just as shocked as I was.

"I don't know what?" Edge asked.

"You're not your own person," I replied, "You're just part of a disorder." He looked at me in disbelief, and then glanced at Dr. Sykes. His smirk slowly faded into a look of shock.

"That's not..." he started to say something, but then realization hit him. He didn't remember much. He didn't remember a mother or a father. He let out a breath and slid back into the couch. "So I'm not a real person?" I heard his voice crack, "I'm just something out of a crazy person's fucked up mind?" I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"His mind isn't 'fucked up'," I snapped, "you're fucked up."

"Alex," Dr. Sykes chided, but I ignored.

"What is your problem?" I continued to yell at him, "You just stab a random chick in the stomach? No, scratch that. You stab a random pregnant chick in the stomach? You are the one with the fucked up mind..." I couldn't keep talking without my voice cracking. I couldn't help my anger and Dr. Sykes knew it. I would never know how it would've been like to watch that little girl grow up. I clenched my fists until they were white as the snow falling outside. I did a double take at the window and walked over to it. I gazed at the white substance covering all of the buildings. I felt somebody walk up next to me. It was Edge.

"That's impossible," he mumbled.

"It's snowing in California," I smiled down at the beauty of the snow. I looked into his dark eyes and I saw that they weren't completely. While he was looking down at the blinding white snow, I saw wonder. Maybe he hadn't murdered Fredburt. If he didn't, who did? Had one of the contestants? "Did you murder that contestant?"

"Whoa there," he said, sounding taken aback by my question, "I might not be the best human being on the planet, but I don't murder people." My heart stopped.

"Wait, you've never murdered anyone?" I asked. He shook his head. I looked back down at the snow, but it was no longer beautiful. It was cold and dark. He wasn't a killer, he was just a bluff. If he hadn't murdered anybody...

...who had murdered my parents?

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