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3. Into the Dark

Warrington— Curing the Insane, or creating them?
The Daily News
19, April 1980

Barbara Williams, journalist

Chase Lee, 26, was found responsible for the murder of his therapist, Doctor Alexandria Wilson, 51, this afternoon at Warrington Psychiatric Hospital in Holmes Chapel.

Cameras concealed in Wilson's office, usually used to calculate patient behavior for reports, recorded the graphic murder. They confirm that as Dr. Wilson turned her back to her patient, Lee, to retrieve the documents from his previous evaluation, the man grabbed the scissors he had been hiding underneath his gown, and stabbed her a total of 24 times.

Lee confessed to officials that he had taken the scissors from her desk before the evaluation, and that he had been planning to kill her for months. He admitted to threatening her loved one, her husband who also works as a therapist within the institution, Doctor Steven Davis, so she would stay quiet. One patient at Warrington reports having heard struggling come Dr. Wilson's office, but did not alert any nearby personnel because she assumed it was a resisting or scared patient.

Doctors and officials currently do not know how they will assess this case.

Lee's court date is set for the end of May.

Further data to follow.

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He is thinking of white lilies specifically— they symbolize "virginity and purity" according to some flower website he found, and they are actually very common at funerals. He does not mean to be basic, but he thinks they fit well with his personality— a pure, beautiful virgin. Thank God he did not give his virginity to Aiden, because the cheating prick would have totally ruined his funeral plans.

Maybe he will pair them with black tulips, he always liked the whole black and white vibe.

Hmm, now that he thinks about it, maybe he will go with cremation, so they blast his ashes into outer space— he read about it online... like how sick would it be to have a space burial?

"I hope the prick knows I am totally not going," Louis huffed, rolling his eyes. "And I'm totally going to kill him."

"Says the twit that just asked me to be his best man at his funeral," Zayn snorted, raising an eyebrow. "How would that even work, anyway? Best men are for weddings."

"Okay, sour puss, Niall can be my best man," Louis mumbled, deleting Zayn's name from the growing list in his notes app. "Be like that."

Stan laughed loudly as he stretched his legs across Louis' lap, resting his hands on his chest. "You are being ridiculous, Tommo man. Are you really going to pussy out on a dare you managed to drag Harry into? He was all on his high horse about how he would totally do it if it was his dare, and now he's pouting because it is. It's incredible, don't you think? Louis, mate, you could be part of the reason Harry Styles fucking loses, for the first time, ever. Taking down the head honcho."

The trio was currently lounging in Sheeran's enormous backyard, covered in blankets they grabbed from the small linen closet upstairs. They were only withstanding the cold to enjoy the free entertainment happening on the other side of the yard— drunk, idiotic teenagers who were jumping into Sheeran's in-ground pool. There was a layer of ice across the blue water before Terrence took the first leap a few minutes ago. When Calum Hood suggested that they join in on the fun, they insisted on keeping warm in front of the firepit.

"You speak my language, Stanley," Louis hummed, clicking his tongue. "Do you think the lads would call the song ABCDFuck Harry Styles? Or is that too long of a title?"