Mental (Lams)

Chapter Three

Happy Fourth of July

John Pov
I drove home, scared out of my mind. He knew everything, everything about me in a matter of minutes.

It got to one point where he listed things and then, he just stopped talking.

That's right, he stopped fucking talking.

He just stared straight forward, and didn't talk. Not a word. He stayed so still it was hard to believe the boy was breathing.

And I honestly didn't know what to do. What am I supposed to do with that?!

Jeez.

I pulled into my driveway and parked my car.

I walked inside and sat on the couch holding my head in my hands.

"Hey mon ami? Are you okay?" Laf asked, walking into the living room.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine just..shaken up is all." I said, lifting my head out of my hands.

"What happened?" He asked, sitting down next to me.

"The guy..the guy I was working with, Alexander Hamilton or 239...he was...a genius. It was incredible but so terrifying at the same time. And to top it off, I never thought I'd be so scared of a person who's 5'5." I said, remembering every little weird and insane thing he said.

Jesus why'd I sign up for this?
I mean, yes, I want to help the man but
do I want to fall into a madman's trap?

UmM..bitch no!

"What do you mean he was a genius?" Laf asked.

"Do I need to fucking spell it out? He was exactly what the file fucking said! Exactly what Ms.Schyuler said! Sherlock Holmes...but scary. Actually no, he's horrifying. He told me my whole life and practically laid it out like a book. You know what else he did? He told me how many seconds he had been in the room with me.
How.
Did.
He.
Count.
Seconds?!"
I ranted, standing up and pacing.

He might've lied about that, but why would he do that? I think he knows he doesn't need to lie and he puts himself in a high stance.
Maybe.
He's smart and he knows it.

I panted softly and sat back down.

"I'm fine. I'm alright. Sorry Laf." I said. "You're good." He said, standing up.

"You can you get me some juice?!" Herc shouted from across the house.

"Bitch?! No!" Laf shouted back.

Herc groaned and came out of his room.

"Hey Johnny boy. How ya doing?" Herc asked.

"I'm fine." I muttered.

"Are you sure you're alright?"
He asked.

"Yes, Herc. I'm just..I don't know. The guy scared me a little bit but it's alright. I'm gonna find a way to talk to him and..not be scared." I said.

Somehow.

"Hey can we like binge watch Sherlock Holmes?" I asked.

"You didn't even fucking need to ask." Herc said, getting juice.

"Could you get me some juice?" I asked.

"NO." Herc growled.
"Jeez okay." I muttered.

Alexander isn't insane,
he's extraordinary.

He's brilliant.
It's fantastic what he can do, and I only saw a fragment of it.

But why would he kill when he could have done so much to benefit society? Oh my god.

It's because he didn't want to. He didn't need to and anything he doesn't find mandatory, he wouldn't do?

That's genius!
In a killer sense.

But how was he caught?
Sherlock Holmes...
but scary.

He wanted to be caught.
He wanted to be caught so he could terrorize from inside the asylum.

The people that quit, he must've been trying to..
kill them?

No.
He wanted them to kill themselves. He tried to manipulate them to kill themselves.

They never stayed long enough for him to get them to do anything.

But...
my god.

I'm working with an actual genius. An actual killer.

Thats...amazing.

Is it weird that I'm almost excited to work with him? Or to treat him anyway?

I started to pace, smiling to myself.

Brilliant!

"John? Are you...feeling alright?" Laf asked.

"Laf I think I might've figured a bit of him out." I said, shaking Lafs shoulders.

"What?" Laf said, pulling away from me.

"You've only talked to the man for a day," Herc said sitting down.

"And? He gave me enough to show his true colors. Not by his words but..actions. Tomorrow I think I'm going to get something out of him. Words. Maybe his back story. I think I can figure out why he did what he did." I said.

I'm not backing out,
not like his other therapists.

I'm going to give this man a run for his money.