The Altercations With Distance

Do You Know the Fear Monger?

Casey liked watching people squirm. She enjoyed this new sense of power she held over the cops and the nurses. They all looked to her for answers she wouldn't give them. The shrink demanded her feelings. The nurses demanded her to behave. The cops demanded to know her whereabouts. All these people that looked to Casey for answers, but none of them ever received more than what she wanted. It was nice, having all this power, but it wasn't what she wanted.
So as she sat in an interview room in white sweatpants, white shirt, and a light blue robe, she made sure to let Richards know she was still the boss of this conversation. 

"It's been two weeks! You still have yet to provide us with anything useful! The nurses said you laughed at the recent murders, more so at what the message was. Why?" Casey took the Beast's message as one meant for her. That's what he told her right before he was going to leave. She was broken and she was more evolved to put up with this.

 "I don't know what you mean. They could be lying. Or I could be lying. Or we all could be lying. Either way, it doesn't matter." Richards twitched his lips, as if to keep his mouth shut. Clark was too busy to come in with him today. He probably could have talked to her and gotten her to open up. 

"You told me he was going to kill me the most painfully. What did you mean by that?"

Casey knew this session was being recorded so she gave a confused look and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about. I never said that." Richards face turned a bright shade of purple. 

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." She just shook her head.

 "No, I don't." He slammed his fist on the table, causing Casey to jump. 

"Don't you lie to me. All you've done is lie to me. To all the cops who've tried to help you." Casey sat forward in her chair.

"I didn't ask anyone for their help." She snapped. "Especially not that cop who found me. I was doing great without the "help" of cops." She air quoted the word help and sneered the rest of her words. 

"Officer Benjamin was doing his job. And a fine good one at that." Casey scoffed. She got a name. Another name for her kill list when she got out. Damn the man.

"Marcia's and Claire's parents want to talk to you. They want answers, Casey. You're about to be a parent, wouldn't you want comfort if you didn't know what happened to your child?" Casey rolled her eyes. 

"It's way to early to start playing on my growing motherly instincts, cop. And I already said I have no clue what happened to them." Which technically wasn't a lie, all she knew was that they died. She didn't know how.

"Those poor parents want answers. They want to bury their child, but they can't if they don't know where the bodies are." Casey couldn't believe how stupid the police were. The fire at the Zoo killed what everyone thought was four people and police released that Kevin Crumb and Dr. Fletcher were the only ones confirmed. Which made no sense because Kevin's body was still being used by the personalities. She thought that by now, someone would put two and two together.

"I feel for them. I do. But I can't help you. I'm innocent in these crimes, yet I'm​ being held here against my will. You have no proof that I helped in any of these crimes, yet you keep me here in an insane asylum. Perhaps when I get treated fairly by you or the justice system then I will talk to Marcia's and Claire's parents. But until then, I have nothing left to say." Casey leaned back in her chair and waited for Richards to respond.

He glared at her before walking to the door and knocking on it. The guard released him and Casey walked back to her room with an orderly. The people looked at her like she was going to be their next victim and that caused her to shudder a bit. Casey tightened the robe and placed a hand on her stomach. She was scared for her child. She knew she could put up a fight, but she was not strong enough to keep them away. The men and women were literally insane and could snap her like a twig.

Casey had a room to herself for now and feared the day she got a roommate. Her news story a couple of weeks ago about how her uncle raped her for years didn't score her any points with Clark or Richards. She requested​ a phone call and the orderly went to go and bring her a shared cell phone. She considered herself lucky that she memorized Matt Maverick's​ phone number. This was a news story he would not want to miss.

The orderly cane back with the phone and stepped outside as Casey started to dial. As she waited for Matt to pick up, she started thinking about the investigation. The police just assumed she was working with the Beast. They never asked her if she was or put together a time line for her missing year. Their investigation was based on assumptions rather than facts. She would love to tell them about the Beast and his mission to rid the world of impures, but they never asked the right questions.

Casey decided then that she would spill all of her secrets if they asked the right question. She would tell them how she teamed up with the Beast rather than go home. How they killed that private investigator because he was a disgusting pervert. How they were the ones who killed all those teens and left the messages. She would tell them, she decided, if they asked one key question.

"Who is the Fear Monger?"