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He replied and raced his fingers through the sides of my jaw. "You know, I can sense psychopaths around me." He said in a soft voice and moved his face even closer. "And you, you are a different type of psychopath." He continued. "My suspicions were wrong." I looked at his eyes and smirked. "I thought you were the person I saw earlier this morning, but when he moved this close to me, I realized you two are different people." I ridiculed. He smiled and moved away from me. "What a genius." He remarked and laughed so hard.

The calm guy said. I was still in my previous position. Didn’t move a muscle. I wonder what they are going to do next. The bars open, I could tell from the sound. My eyes were closed but I could still sense two shadows standing in front of me. “I can’t believe we caught him alive. I heard a lot about this guy before and he is a fucking psycho.” The calm guy said and the other one sounded even panic. “Hurry! I don’t want to end up like Eric! It could be that he was awake by now.”

I grabbed his arm only to find his gun was already out, aimed at the nearest attacker. “Relax.” He gave a smile, one without a shred of warmth. “While I was killing people in Sicily, these clowns were still learning how to hold a gun.” Gunfire erupted. Marcus fired two shots without hesitation. Two men dropped instantly, blood splattering across the dusty floor. The remaining attackers unleashed a hail of bullets, sparks flying where rounds slammed against metal racks. I followed Marcus’s men toward the back exit. “Don’t look back! Go!” His shout echoed behind us.

Seeing that begging wouldn't work, Darcy tried to grab Felix's leg, but the bodyguards pulled her away, dragging her across the floor like a dog. "Felix, you used to like me so much. Can't you let me go now? Don't you care about me? I'm younger and prettier than her. I can do whatever you want…" Felix looked at her with disgust, not even bothering to lift his foot to kick her. "Who do you think you are? You can't compare to Felicity. Even if you looked exactly like her, you'd never be her. When will you wake up from your fantasy?"

Hearing the details of Keith's Murder was horrible, but deep down I was glad he was dead. "There is reason to believe that someone as crazy as Ciro exists and is probably behind this act" Someone as crazy as Ciro? I wonder what it would be like, having two crazy psychos in the world. They could literally burn down the entire world and would still not be satisfied with it. "Anyways, I would be going to the prison today. But please, never ever wake me up this early again!" I yelled at him and hung up, not caring about what he was about to say.

Psychic Trip Update Hello, World. It's me again, Alka. So, I've arrived in City of Rain this afternoon safely. As usual, I came with my best friend, Iko. Today I stayed at 5 stars hotel, thanks to Ms. Erika who sponsored our trip to this city. You can find her contact on tab "Sponsorship" in this website.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

Sane knew the guy too much. Niko was not the sanest member of The Dotish. But no one was really sane in The Dotish in the first place. They talked about avocado dreams, beautiful girls, how bad Miss Reyes' singing, mashed potatoes, moms, why Mrs. Roffeus baked a lot and every single thing Sane didn't really understand. No wonder the band had so much chemistry. Birds with the same feather really did flock together.

After the news spread, the patients in the psychiatric hospital naturally split into two factions. One faction consisted of twenty-two people whose identities had already been verified by the hothead. People who were considered one hundred percent confirmed. The other faction was made up of the remaining ten, whose identities had never been verified and could not be confirmed. Among those ten were me, the old lady, the little girl, the boy who had helped her carry rice, the autistic woman, and several others I had barely interacted with.