My Little Psychopath

Chapter 7

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The File
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I was laying on the couch letting her bandage me up. "So you owe me now" she said while looking to see if the bullet was lodged in my side. "For?" I asked. "I saved your sorry butt" she said. I flinched as she poked her finger in my side. "Try not to move, I'm trying to get this bullet" she told me. "I guess blood doesn't bother you" I said to her. "Nope" she stated pulling out the small metallic object from my side. I gritted my teeth. "Niether does poking your finger in someones side either apparently" I said. She smiled. "A lot of things don't bother me. Name?" She said. "Darson" I told her. She pulled me up. She wrapped the bandage around my torso. "What was that file?" I asked her. She looked up at me. She tightened the bandage and tore it using her teeth. I groaned. "I can't answer that" she said while walking back to the cabinet in the kitchen. "What do I have to do now?" I asked annoyed. "Nothing" she said. I looked at her confused. "That's not on the market sugar" she said putting the bandage away. "So you had me risk my life getting some file for you and now you won't tell me what it was?" I said. "Nope. You got your swords" she told me. I shook my head. I got up from the couch. She watched me walk to the stairs back to the surface. I turned my head. "Not gonna stop me?" I asked her. She just shook her head. She was smiling, sitting on the counter. I walked up the stairs. I walked around the streets for awhile. I intentionally looked around for her. I finally heard something and looked. There she was, jumping from roof to roof. I made my way back to where I was. In her underground hideout thing. I walked down the stairs. I began searching through the cabinets. My search was a lost cause. I was about to give up looking when I had a thought. She's kind of crazy, why would she hide it in a normal spot. I looked around the room for awhile. I opened the refrigerator. I looked all around the walls and roof of the fridge. I reached my hand inside and tore down a file from the top of the fridge. I distinctly remember something from when she told me to get it. I grabbed it from the first filing cabinet, but from the 'C' section. Why would it be marked 'D', while her name is Dandi, it be in the 'C' section? I was about to find out though. I opened the file. It opened with a picture of her. It was a mug shot and she was smiling like a creep. I picked up the picture. Her fangs clearly showing from her smile. I turned it over. It had small writing on the back. "Dandi", 18' She's eighteen? I looked at the date. It was just a year ago. Which means she's nineteen now. I saw another picture underneath. I picked it up. It was of an orange haired girl. She had resemblance to Dandi. Twins? Why was this in here though? I turned it around. 'Candy Perish, 12' I spread out the papers that were underneath the pictures. I focused on a picture of two dead people. I turned that picture around. 'Mrs. Perish, 32 Mr. Perish, 33' What happened here? I picked up the report in the file. 'Patient 305, Candy Perish, undergoing some tragic brain degrading. She had a severe illness that was taking away her sanity.' I picked up a journal that was their. 'Day 1: she was taking well to the drugs she was given. Day 2: nothing new. Day 19: she had some side effects to the drugs. Day 23: she isn't taking the drugs anymore. They've made her situation worse I think.' I looked at day thirty, it was blank. I picked up the picture of the orange haired girl and the phsycopath. "Just an average phsycopath" I turned around at the voice. She was standing there. I dropped the photos. She walked up and picked one up. "I wasn't sick! I was driven insane by the world!" She tore the picture. It was the orange haired girl picture. "I thought you were a little crazy but not an actual phsycopath" I said. "I killed my parents out of rage" she waved the picture of the two dead people in front of me. She put her hand on top of a picture of a crimscene and spread out all the pictures. "Those drugs weren't helping me! They couldn't help me" She said. "I wanted to change my look, so I bleached my hair" she ran her fingers through her hair. "I dropped some on my skin, so I thought.... Why not?" She rubbed her arm. That explains why she's deathly pale. "All these people?" I looked at all of the pictures. "It's no worse than what you do! You kill people and feed off of their energy!" She said. "Those are random people though" I stated. "Random people with a family and loved ones" she said. "How did you get yellow eyes from green?" I asked her. "I poured some chemical in my eye..." she explained. I looked at her. "I'm crazy, what'd you expect?" She said. "I killed all the doctors that claimed they could help me. I broke in their lab and tried out some chemicals. Well, the first one was on accident, when I figured out what it did, I did it again. I turned into a fox because why not? I took one of those genes of a fox and inserted into my viens" she smiled while she looking at her fingernails. "So you were someone else before this?" I motioned at her. "Yes, you were someone else before you were that" she pointed at me. I shook my head. "I don't remember..." I said setting down the picture in my hand. I knew I was someone else before this, but who was I?