You can't "fix" a Psychopath

9th Chapter

I waited for a few minutes before the other "visitor" came in and and sat down across from me. It was Mycroft. He had some nerves, showing up just like that. "Mrs. Locke?" He sounded concerned. I realized that I had been staring at him. I quickly looked away with a scowl. He spoke again, "I am Mycroft Holmes. I am here to collect a detailed account, of what you think has happened to you in the past month. I will be recording this, so you'll need to speak clearly." I was getting angry, really angry. "You're acting like you've never met me before." I said. He arched his right eyebrow. "I don't believe we have met." He replied. I looked him straight in the eye. "Ok, I'll play you're little game. I assume this is all part of the plan. Unless I'm crazy. Everybody here seems to think that I am. Why do you want to know what I think has happened in the last month.

Why would they get you to do it, why not a doctor. Did someone hire you to visit me, are you doing this for your own personal enjoyment? Are you assessing weather or not I'm crazy, or am I hallucinating?" "Miss Lock, stop." He cut me off. "I'm here to help you." Right in the moment that he said that, I knew I wasn't crazy. Some people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in that moment that seemed to be the case. I looked into his eyes and I heard a slight waver in his speech. I can't rationally explain it, but I knew, he knew I wasn't crazy. This was the plan all along. They needed me to actually think I was crazy. If I wasn't restrained, I probably would have strangled Mycroft right then and there.

Instead I said, "Je sais ce qui se passe vraiment, et je suis prêt à jouer le jeu. Juste dépêchez-vous et me faire sortir d'ici." (I know what's really going on, and I am willing to play along. Just hurry up and get me out of here.) I said that in French. For three reasons 1: I knew he spoke that language. 2: We were being recorded, and I didn't want any listeners to easily decipher my knowledge of the situation. 3: It was the only other language I knew. " He smirked and said, "Yes, now can we please get this started?" I took a deep breath, and I started my story.