Psycho Pass Novels & Stories

But my bank account wouldn't handle it. As we reached the rack closest to us, one of the store sales assistant approached us with a friendly smile on her lips. "Hi, can I help you both?" I tensed. Waiting for her to look at my eyes. Waiting for the shock to flicker in her gaze. For her to shrink. Different people had different reactions whenever they looked into my eyes. It was either shock, disgust, or excitement. When our gazes clashed, I waited for something… anything. But nothing came. Only a soft smile.

Eyes like ice. > “You teach them a move they weren’t programmed to survive.” In a dark, soundless room two blocks away, the asset stood motionless. Scanning every video file. Every recorded tic. Every memory Elise had ever pulled from Sera’s life. A full digital psychological profile. No hesitation. No conscience. No need for understanding. Just one phrase repeating in its audio loop: > “Erase. Erase. Erase.” The figure opened its eyes. Smiled.

In his hand was a trash bag. I was about to say hello when my eyes caught the figure above his head. My smile froze. There, glowing in vivid red, was the number: 1,111. The worst part was that it was still fluctuating. My blood ran cold. That was pure bloodlust. It was a raw, undisguised intent to kill. I had never seen such a high value before. I once came across a creep on the subway at 300, and I thought that was bad.

The countenance of the boy changed to a flirtatious one, almost feminine. "I'm here, daddy. Let me start serving you. Just relax and hold tight, okay? It's going to be a long ride towards heaven." The Artificial Intelligence System said to the ugly looking man while smiling sweetly at the same time. Madame Ais was the one in control of Maru's body and faculties. The Defense Mode uses multiple personalities to adapt to any kind of situation that the host may encounter. Maru was currently sleeping to get his well-deserved rest from the mental torture he experienced in the hands of the ugly looking man.

he said. "We have this pass from the old lady," Cathy said. "If we return without finishing our tasks we will be severely punished. And don't worry about us, we will return soon without making any trouble." Cathy showed him the pass that the lady gave us for the border. Seeing the pass he couldn't say no anymore. But he was looking worried. Seemed like he was an omega as well. If he was a beta he wouldn't even have cared about the pass. He would just let us slide to die out there. Two or three or more, they wouldn't care even if all the omegas died.

I tried not to cry and looked at my reflection for the last time in the mirror. I then looked at Ashley and she smiled, “Now then.. towards the gate of heaven.” She chuckled. We giggled and Papa said, “Of course…” I picked the bouquet and inhaled deeply. I took a step forward and wrapped my one hand around Papa’s arm and moved forward to the light. Away from the threat of a psychopath mate to the person who loves me truly, giving me the utmost serenity. My heart skipped a beat, my hands turned cold. I gulped feeling nervous.

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

Marco theorized. “Because she gave boss a chance,” Insigne shrugged. “She is not that stupid” Marco shook his head. “But dude, hope you do know that Stockholm syndrome is a serious thing” Paulo suggested. “And the sudden news on the television about the police saying they are going to be done with Ciro in matter of days” Marco asked “Marco she cannot run away from this mansion three consecutive times to make phone calls and precisely, Insigne is a technopath and she cannot possibly outsmart him in this line of the business” Pauli explained.

Her face would reflect her thoughts. She has become an overthinker. Scared of a minor frown on his forehead. Shivering by his anger that was not even directed towards her. Submissive to him. And just him. He wanted her to be like that. He wanted her to shiver at the thought of disobeying him. He never wanted her to have a mind of her own in which she could make plans to outrun him or betray him. That was why he made her go through the brain conditioning method. Transforming her into a version he desired.

He is walking me to the bright lighted elevator made out of glass that had gold trimmings that can only be turned on with a fingerprint recognition system. My stomach clenched seeing his whole place having such tight security technology. This is making me want to throw up. I'm getting dizzy thinking of ways on how Mario will punish me if I attempted to escape here. My thoughts are advancing to the part where he catches me, there are so many men guarding the parameter and tiny cameras are everywhere. Does he already know I would try to run away, it seems that he's prepared for it? My stomach is feeling queasy, I couldn't hold it anymore, I vomited on the floor. Mario just patted me on the bac