Split Personality

To Start an Interigarion For a Psychopath

Just for clarification and future reference,
Third person POV = your POV
Thirds POV = N's POV
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Thirds POV:
I'm in the black abyss that is my mind. Or his mind I should say. He is not torturing me tonight. Just yelling at me. "You idiot! They are going to kill you and it's all your fault! If you had just let me do what I needed to you would be fine but no, you had to be as pacifist as possible about it! Do you understand how pathetic you are?!" It just kept going. It didn't stop. So much screaming and yelling and I can't talk back.

All of the sudden the black started to turn grey. I guess something is waking me up. I gain control over the body and wake up.

I open my eyes. When I do I see where I am. It appears to be a cell. Makes senses. I mean, I'm me. "Hay." I look over to the bars and see what was waking me. It was Soviet. I immediately get scared. He's going to kill me. I'm sitting on some sort of bed thing in the corner of the cell and I shuffle and curl up in the corner on instinct. He was right. I am pathetic.

   I hear a sigh and the door to the cell open. I tense up as he walks towards me. I can't do anything. "Are you going to look at me at least?" I hear him ask. I don't reply, I don't think I can. "I mean, I could leave you alone for a few more hours." He says. I lift my head and look at my feet. I don't want to be alone. That was one of the reasons I came here.

   I hug my legs tighter at the thought. I shake my head. "Than come and follow me." He said in a calming voice. It's a trick. Don't trust him.  I hesitantly swing my legs over the side and stand up. What did I just say! Sit back down or else! I just stand there for a second before my wrist is grabbed by Soviet.

   I get pulled up a set of stairs. Where are we going. What is going to happen. We go into the meeting room. Britain and America are there sitting in chairs on one side of the table. They have moved the chairs so there are three on one side a one on the other. I see where this is going. I'm going to be interrogated aren't I.

   Soviet sits in the remaining chair and I hesitantly sit in the one on He opposite side. I'm not good with interrogations, never could hold my information for long. Him on the other hand was almost impossible to break.

   There is something in the table in front of me. It's a collar, leather. I look at it with interest. What dose this have to do with anything? "This particular part can go one of two ways; either you put that on or we put it on you. Your pick." America said snapping me back from my thoughts. I reach for it. Told you it was a trap. Do what I tell you next time. Slightly scared and aggravated by his comment, I pick it up and undo the belt buckle on the front. I can fight them and you won't have to put it on. In a random burst of frustration I put it on and partially chock myself with it. It's extremely uncomfortable but I don't care. But then, I lose control.

Soviet's POV:
   I go down the stairs to the basement to go get Third. I get down there and he was still sleeping. I knock on the bars and he wakes up. He doesn't notice me and just looks around the room with a face that said 'figures' or 'this sounds about right'. "Hay." I say to get his attention. He looks at me and immediately acts like he has seen a ghost. He dose the same thing he did yesterday and curls up in the corner. Less volant than last time though.

   I sigh and unlock and open the door. He seems to tense up as I walk towards him. "Are you going to look at me at least?" I ask him. He dose not respond. Ok then plan B. "I mean, I could leave you alone for a few more hours." He lifts his head but dose not look at me. He hugs his legs tighter and seems to fear the thought. He shakes his head.

   "Than come and follow me." Good thing plan B worked. I did not want to do plan C.

   He stood up and looked as if he were about to take a step to me but stopped. He looked as if he were having an internal debate. After a few seconds I grab his wrist and pull him to me. He snaps back to reality and starts walking with me. I pull him into the meeting room and I go to sit down. He seems to be analyzing the room as he walks to the chair we set up for him.

  He sits and sees the shock collar. He look at it with much interest, almost like a child. He has no idea dose he.

   "This particular part can go one of two ways; either you put that on or we put it on you. Your pick." America said making Third look up. With slight hesitation he reaches for it. He is being much less of a struggle than I thought he would be. He looks a bit frustrated as he picks it up and undoes the buckle. Then he randomly gets angry and almost chokes himself with it. After he slightly smirks. However this quickly fades as he looks scared now.

   What is going on in that head of his?

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Well then. I have no idea what I'm doing anymore. I had ideas and now I'm just kind of doing it as I go.
Anyways toodaloo- Grilly