Reaper's Betrayal 2: A Widow Of Light.

Chapter 34: To Cure A Killer Part 04.

After entering the city, the two stopped at the Saint Paul police department. The rain stopped, just as they both landed on the ground, Wes still had his eyes closed, and held on to one of Audrey's hands.

They landed, and entered the police station, where Ject, Detective Trent, and Emanuel sat down with the therapist, Dr. Oswald, as he was wearing handcuffs while he was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit, along with a black long sleeved shirt. "Okay, we're here," Audrey said. "Just sit down, and you can open your eyes afterwards." Wes then sat down in one of the chairs, and opened his eyes noticing the people around him. "What's going on?" Wes asked.

"I'm sorry, Wes, but the police Detective wanted me to bring you here," Audrey answered. "I thought we were going to the restaurant," Wes said. "Well it was only half of a lie," Audrey explained. "We'll go after this is over." "Well, who is the guy with long blonde hair, dressed as a prison convict, holding a clipboard," Wes asked.

"I am Dr. Oswald, and you know everyone else," Oswald answered. "They're hear today because they feel that they're losing you, and love you too much for that to happen." "Uh, love is kind of a gay if you think about it for a minute," Ject explained. "Wait, this is an intervention," Wes said. "Just calm down, and relax, Mr. Grimes," Oswald explained. "We just need you to listen to us, then you can go."

Wes then got comfortable as the intervention started. "Young Evan, we'll start with you," Oswald said. "Read your letter, that you prepared." "It's actually Ject now, but okay," Ject explained, and cleared his throat. "Reaper boy, I hate you. You are a complete jerk, and I hate the way you act. There's now less room on this paper to properly describe how much I hate you, suffer. There is that good?" "This intervention will not help, unless you show support," Oswald said. "Detective how about you show support." "I didn't write a letter, so I thought it'd be easier to read some of the quotes from Edgar Allen Poe's "Masque of the Red Death" to help set the mood," Trent explained. "A little strong for an intervention, but I guess it'll work too," Emanuel commented.

"It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic," Trent read. "Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. Every moment of the night. Forever changing places. And they put out the star-light. With the breath from their pale faces. Edgar Allen Poe 1842." "That was just entirely tragic," Wes said, moping. "I think I should go." "Oh no, he's hitting rock bottom entirely," Oswald explained. "Audrey hurry up. Read your letter to try and cure him of his eternal sorrows that he has gained from that story."

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