My Little Psychopath

Chapter 8

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Past Lives
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walked away from the counter of her kitchen. "You- you don't remember?" She asked. I turned around, "No." "Why'd you want your file?" I asked her. She hopped down from the counter. "I want it gone. No memory or file documentation of Candy Perish" she answered shoving all the papers in the file. I was about to ask her something. I decided not to. I began to walk out. "Where are you going?" She asked me. "To find ou- ugh, why do you care?" I said. I kept walking out. I made my way back to the military place where they kept my swords. I had to see if they had it, my file. Although I had no idea what my real name was. It was going to be close to impossible to find it. I was also planning on getting this collar off too. I tried taking it off, all it did was shock me. I made my way in. I easily snuck in and got to the filing room. Getting in always seemed to be easy, it's just getting out that seems to be hard. I looked around the filing room. Where do I begin? I heard a noise outside the door. I hid behind one of the filing cabinets. Someone walked inside. I moved as they walked around the room. They opened up a drawer and flipped through the files. I could hear them whistling quietly. They put a file in the cabinet and closed it. They were about to leave. I moved a bit, stepping on and crushing a piece of paper. They stopped walking and turned around. I ducked behind one of the filing cabinets. "Is someone there?" They asked. It was a male, young judging by the voice. I didn't answer of course. I heard him move through the room. I tried to avoid him, moving around stealthily. A loud clank echoed through the small room. I grinded my teeth together. My sword hit one of the filing cabinets. I was about to keep heading towards the door until I felt something steel against my head. I stood up slowly. "Don't move!" The boy commanded. I turned around, the gun barrel pointed at my chest now. The guy looked about in his early twenties. "I've got an intruder in the filing room" he said into his radio. I quickly hit his hand and removed the gun. The tables were turned, I was pointing the gun at him. "You better be glad I'm not here on a killing spree" I told him. I removed the clip from the gun and the bullet in the chamber. I threw the empty gun at him. "It doesn't matter, your not getting out of here. Alive that is" he warned me. "I don't need to" I said. I heard an alarm go off. A painful sensation went through my body starting from my neck. I fell to my knees holding on to the collar. The door flung open as a squad of people flooded in. The, I'm guessing, head guard stepped in front of me. He looked familair, it was the guy from the last time I was locked up. When Dandi came to my rescue. My memory of him went further back though. "We meet again dark freak" he said. Two other guards came up and locked my hands behind my back. I was escorted to another cell. "I want him on full lockdown. I don't want him escaping this time!" He told the gaurds holding me. They locked me down on a bed after removing the handcuffs. It had four straps, two for the legs and two for the hands. They shut on my wrists and ankles. My arms being held at a distance from my sides and my legs being held down a distance away from eachother. All the gaurds walked out except the leader. "After all these years, here we are now" he said. I shook my head, "sounds like you've been after me for awhile." He walked up to me. "It seems like you don't remember me, Darson" he said. "I don't" I stated. He shook his head and walked away. "Of course... that stuff probably went straight to your head.." He said from a distance. "What are talking about!?" I asked. "Carson Paris, sound familiar?" He asked me. I shook my head. He looked surprised by this. "Mrs. and Mr. Paris died when their son was six. He was taken into an orphanage for ten years, he ran away. That's when I found him, it was perfect. Instead of bringing him back to the orphanage I brought him here for experiments. We tested some dark stuff on this kid, he was kept here for three years" he walked around the room. I looked at him confused as to why he was telling me this. "Something changed that boy. He ended up running away" he told me. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked him. "Don't you get it?! That boy was you" he slammed his hands down on the bed. "What" I said. "Those experiments messed with you but most of all it turned you into this blood lust killing machine" he told me. "This is your fault?!" I shouted in anger. He chuckled. "In a way" he said in a coy voice. I tried to break the restraints holding me back. I couldn't though, I felt particularly weak at this point. "You can't break this. This is holding you back" he grabbed at the collar on my neck. "I want it back" I started to say. "What?" He asked with a devilish grin. "My life!" I shouted. "Most unlikely. You've committed countless crimes, you're gonna be here for awhile" he told me. "Murder countless of times, theft, breaking and entering, going in an off limits zone, and stealing important files!" He shouted at me. "Am I the only one?" I asked. "Yes, after one mistake we wouldn't carry on with another" he told me. "Mistake? What about the phsycopath girl?" I asked. I wonder if he had a part in her story. "She had nothing to do with our experiments. She's just insane, you should know. You read her file after all, didn't you? You took it" he said. "I stole it for her" I stated. I heard a loud noise just outside. "You stay here, I'll be back" he said. "I'll be waiting here..." I said as he left.