We're What Killed The Dinosaurs/

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Michael nervously looked around the room, obviously trying not to make eye contact with the boy sitting infront of him. Jason sighed and stared at Michael. "So,," Michael started. "What did you,, exactly do?" He asked not really caring if it sounded rude. One of the doctors,, what was his name,, Dr. Cropp? Yeah, he said that the patients deserve it. Michael knew he was a professional, and so, he took the advice.

Jason scoffed. "I killed a bunch of assholes who deserve it. Nothing to big." He said, a smile tugging at his chapped lips. Michael nodded slowly, still trying not to be awkward, but failing. "What did they do?" he asked. He was curious, it sounded like a lot of work. Thirty kids, three adults, and even a cat when he was running away from the cops... okay, maybe Michael looked up the court case the night before. For research purposes of course! Nothing else... "Get curious are we?" Jason asked, shifting from his position.

Michael shrugged. "Well, the students I killed were just assholes. The first one I killed, he threatened to hurt my girl- Ex-Girlfriend. Her morals were horrible and always went out of her way to ruin someone's social life if they somehow got in her way or if she just thought you were ugly. The other two were part of her little gang. All named Heather, isn't that stupid as fuck?" he chuckled coldly at the memory of killing the three. Heather one with drain cleaner, his girlfriend thinking it was the hangover reliever she whipped up. That dumb bitch. The other two were simply walking from school, and Jason just so happened to be near by, accidentally pushing them into the road, getting them hit with a semi-truck as blood painted the asphalt and the front of the large Semi. Everyone was screaming, but luckily no one saw him push them. "The two boys I shot? They tried to rape the same girl I dated. So I gave them a less painful route. The others, you probably know this, but they-" "Died in the explosion from the bomb you planted in the boiler room?' Michael finished his sentence, already knowing this part.

It was his personal favorite part.

Jason's eyes widened in surprise. "Yup, what, did you do you research?" he questioned, genuinely impressed someone like Michael would look at everything he's done in high school. Michael's face flushed for the second time that night as he slowly nodded. "It was completely,, for research purposes.." He was lying and Jason could tell. Michael was always interested into murder and everything. Whenever he was able to pick movies, he picked the ones with the most gore. He loved watching the blood splatter on the walls, watching it slowly spill onto the floors, hearing the agonizing screams of the victim as they were stabbed, or shot, or tortured, depends on the movie. He even,,, Lets just leave it at Michael being a messed up child.

Jason smiled, looking into Michael's eyes. "You're cute when you blush." He said, making the dark skinned boy's face heat up even more. "Shut up." Michael mumbled. "So, what is your name?" Jason asked.

"Michael.."

"Cute name for a cute boy."

Michael rolled his eyes. "So, Michael, why did you decide to intern here? You studying mental health or something?" Jason asked. Michael nodded, looking down. "I am, I'm very interested in learning about people's mental state, knowing how to help them. Plus, interning here means I can get more information on the different things people did to get sent here." He confessed. Jason nodded, it was understandable. "Why are you so interested in the murders we did?" he questioned. Michael gulped and tried to avoid the question by taking into another conversation topic. "Anyway, do they ever let you outside, to eat or anything?" Jason was having none of this. He furrowed his brows. "No, and we're not done with that conversation. Do you have some weird fetish with knowing how people killed others?" he snorted. "N-No!" Michael squeaked. "Not at all! I j-just find it interesting." He said. Jason nodded. He was content with the answer for now.

"So, Michael, tell me about yourself."