My Little Psychopath

Chapter 3

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The Collar
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I felt cold. I felt hot. Hot and cold at the same time. I felt the cold steel from the chair I was sitting in. My body was hot. I forced my eyes open. I was blinded by a light. I hissed. "Oh, your finally awake. Enjoy your nap?" I heard someone say. I looked up. I blinked my eyes reapiditly to focus. It was some guard. He was sitting in a chair across from me. I growled at him. "Weird that we found you in an alleyway, passed out, with two swords" he says to me. He leans on the table. I notice that my hands are chained to the table. "Where am I?" I ask him. He laughed. "Your in a high facility jail" he answered. He leaned back in his chair. I looked down and noticed my feet were chained to the chair. "You think this is gonna hold me?" I said with a smile on my face. He had no new expression on his face. I tried to teleport. I had that kind of power. It didn't work. "Yeah, we suspected you had powers. That's what that collars for" he pointed to my neck. I put my hand up to my neck. There was a collar on my neck. "What?" "It blocks your powers. You can't use them as long as it's on" he states. "Great" I mutter. "Now, what were you doing out past eight?" "...Walking.." I say slowly. He looked at me. "Did you see any strange people around while in your 'walk'?" He asked me. I knew he was talking about me. "Some guy in dark clothes, dark hair, two swords or a girl in white" he questioned. "....no.." I answered him. He was playing around. He clearly knew it was me and I was guilty. So I decided to play along. He looked at me angrily. "Suspect eight two, description: male, dark clothing," he looked at me up and down. "Dark hair with a bright orange stripe," he looked at me again. "Two swords in holders on his back" he finished. I looked at myself. "I guess I fit that description" I shrugged. He closed the folder he had in his hand. He got up and went over to me. He slammed his hand down on the table. He leaned down. "Look. Your joking around isn't appreciated here. Your sarcasm won't be tolerated" he told me. "Obviously..." I say looking him straight in the eyes. He got up and walked back to his chair. "So, if it's me what's my punishment?" "For being out late, past regulations, your sentenced to jail time for a week. Then you can be released" he answered. "Not that bad... Then again, I've never been in jail before..." I muttered the last part. The guy had a smile on his face. "We have reason to believe that you might be associated with the murders that have been happening" he looked at me. He wasn't talking about the murders. Just me being out late. No wonder it wasn't a heavy sentence. "Me? Why do you suspect that?" I asked innocently. Followed by a smile. "The murders were all done with some kind of blade. You have two" "well mister wise guy, why was I passed out in the middle of the alleyway with them? I could've been attacked, reason for carrying them" "why were you out past eight o'clock anyway?" He asked. "Walking" I answered him with a coy smile. He got up. He grabbed a key and unlocked the handcuffs from the table and my feet. He kept them on my hands though. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the chair. "Strong grip, sheesh" I said to him. He squeezed my arm even tighter. I flinched. He took me to a cell. He threw me in. "This is where you'll be staying for the rest of the week" he said. "Great. I have a place to stay" I replied. He undid my handcuffs and walked out quickly. He closed the door and locked it. He walked away. So apparently I can't do anything with my powers with this collar on. I touched the collar. I felt all the way around. It was just a round piece of, some kind of materiel. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was strong. It had a little bump on the back. I pressed down on that spot. "Agh" I stopped. It hurt me. Pain. That's a new one. I never really felt pain, except for before- nevermind. Keep that out of my head. I shook my head and stood to my feet. I looked around at the small cell. Five days passed by. In that little cell I just sat around. They let me out occasionally, but they didn't after I tried to pull off something. I tried to trick one of the gaurds. It didn't work, obviously. The same guy who put me in here arrived at the door. "Well well well, here we are again" he said to me. I got up and walked to the cell door. "Time for you to go" he opened the door. He pushed me back. He put handcuffs on me. My hands behind my back. "A little tight don't you think?" I said as he put them on. He tightened them more. I clinched my fists. I did the same thing, twice. He released me. He removed the handcuffs. "Do I get my swords back?" "No. Citizens aren't allowed to have weapons" he answered. I frowned. "I'll be back for them" I told him. I walked away. I stopped when I noticed something. "Do I get this off" I pointed to the collar. He shook his head. I clinched my fists in anger. I went back to my apartment. "Hey, haven't seen you in awhile" I heard Roberto say as I walked in. "I've been... busy" I answered. He watched me walk up the stairs to my apartment. I closed the door and collapsed on the bed. I actually felt, tired. I let my eyes close. I fell asleep.