The Blood of Karma

Asylum [extra]

[I PUBLISHED THIS SO MY FRIEND COULD GIVE HER OPINION. THE CHAPTER IS NOT DONE, EDITED, OR READY FOR READING. PLEASE IGNORE THIS CHAPTER]

The man before you continuously paced back and forth as he asked you questions, none of which you answered. Instead, you paid attention to what he wore and the way he walked. His pacing was more of an assertive of dominance than one that said he was scared or worried. His clothes told you that he was neat, organized, and possibly high in status in whatever hierarchy they had in this institution.

You ignored his droning voice, and focused on his little quirks. His feet faced inwards a little more than the average of people as he walked, and his right, middle finger tapped faster as his emotions would roam away from happy. Speaking of which, it was moving quite fast....

Your eyes traveled to his face as his voice became clearer, as you were now actually wanting to listen.

"Can you at least tell me your name?" He asked, annoyance in his eyes, as you had been ignoring him.

Rather than answering him, you raised an eyebrow to show that you thought what he asked you was complete bullshit. It was on the paper on his clipboard, you weren't stupid. You were an avenger. A murdering one, nonetheless, but you had avoided being caught up until now.

The man slowly sat in the chair in front of you, his eyes darting to your binds before back to your blank face. His elbows rested in his legs, as he folded his hands in front of his mouth. "Why?"

You slightly tilted your head to the left, asking him what he meant.

"Why did you kill them?"

A few minutes passed by as he waited, but nothing, like hours before. He cleared his throat, finally realizing that he wouldn't get anything out of you by asking simple questions.

"My name is Harold Laedis. I am a psychiatrist and a psychologist, so if there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here."

'You've got me to talk to, sweetie. I don't like this man.'

You smiled slightly at the kind voice, before letting it fall away.

Dr. Laedis only shook his head lightly, but you caught it and glared. He noticed and cleared his throat once more as he flipped through the papers, "It says here that you've killed about thirty(?) kids. And that you hear voices?" He looked at you to clearly.

You raised one finger to correct him.

"Oh, only one voice then?"

You nodded.

"Well, at least we're getting somewhere. What does this voice tell you?"

You said and did nothing.

"Is it female or male?"

You shrugged.

Once again, he sighed, "Is there anything that you would like to tell me? Anything at all?"

You thought about it, but didn't come up with anything. You knew what you did was wrong in his eyes, but you didn't see it the way he did. You saw justice; freedom for the real victims, the ones who were shoved around by the ones who received the opposite end of whatever weapon you held. You saw karma at its finest.

You shrugged, continuing to stare past him and at the wall at his hanging pictures. Most of them were copies of landscape paintings, he seemed to have good taste.

"Come get her! Show her to her new room." As he walked away, you mumbled something that he didn't quite catch, "Excuse me?"

"My messages. Did you get them?" You repeated, a little louder.