Title: HOW TO TRAIN YOUR PSYCHO
Author: SyFyDiva
Summary: Tag to Yin 3 in 2D - AU: Shawn is kidnapped by Yin and used as a teaching tool for his new assistant. Some Spoilers to the episode so be warned. Major Shawn Whump.
WARNING: This first chapter contains major MAJOR spoilers for the episode, Yin 3 in 2D. Do not read if you do not want to know any details from that episode. After the first chapter, the story goes away from the episode, in a direction of my own making
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Psych or anything related to Psych. That's why this is called fan fiction and not person who owns Psych fiction
This is my first Psych fic…please remember to review
SHAWN'S POV:
I couldn't believe it when my dad showed me the picture. My Mom had taken it? Then I saw that fateful day in my mind, I was riding my bike and I saw a woman unloading groceries from the trunk of her car.
"Oh my god, that was Yang?" Everyone turned to stare at me. "This whole thing started three blocks away!" I turned to run out the door. "Gus! Come on!"
I heard my Dad yelling something behind me, telling me to stop, I think, but Gus and I had already run out the front door and I picked up speed, running the three blocks to Grayson Street and that house. I knew that's where Yin had Allison…I could feel it! I couldn't let another person die because of me. Why this bastard had chosen me, I didn't know…couldn't figure out…but I'd be damned if she suffered.
"Shawn!" Gus yelled behind me. "Slow down! Wait for Lassie!"
But I was already in front of the yellow house, already running up the front steps. Wait a minute…I stopped suddenly, too suddenly, and Gus almost knocked me over.
"Gus. The flag is up." The flag on the mailbox. I eyed it warily, half expecting it to be a trap. I put on my brave face and reached for the door, opened it slowly. A crisply folded white piece of paper greeted me. Reaching for it, I looked at Gus and saw his barely contained panic. I knew how he felt.
"To Shawn and the Salesman," I read, "the key is under the mat. Wipe your feet. Come alone or the girl dies." Damn it! I threw the note back into the mailbox and faced Gus.
"Shawn," Gus began. "I don't like this. We have to wait for Lassie."
I sighed. We both knew we couldn't wait for Lassie. A girl's life was at stake.
"Gus, we don't have a choice." was all I said. We both knew we didn't have a choice. The note had said come alone. We were walking into a trap…we could both easily be killed…but we didn't have a choice. We had to save Allison, if we could. I walked up the last couple of steps slowly, my feet suddenly as heavy as cement bricks. The key was indeed under the mat, as the note had promised, and within seconds we were inside the house, closing the door behind us.
The loud CLINK of the locks activating did surprise me and I jumped, feeling even more doomed when I saw how secure they were. We were trapped. The next surprise startled me even more…my Mom's voice, sounding panicked, coming from the next room.
Henry, what is this about? If Shawn's in trouble, you had better tell me…Henry? Henry!
Gus and I headed quickly in the next room, searching for her. In my mind, I briefly flashed back to that car at the theatre…my mom, with duck tape on her mouth, sitting there with a bomb attached to her. The desperation I had felt at that moment came crashing back in waves, washing over me. I knew…KNEW…that she wasn't here, in this house. But her voice…
Was coming from a tape recorder. "He must have bugged my dad's phone." I said to Gus, relief replacing the desperation. At least she was safe.
"Come on Shawn. Let's find Allison and get the hell out of this house."
I couldn't agree more. We found the stairs leading down into the basement and I led the way, walking slowly down them into the lighted room below. There she was…just like in the video…handcuffed to a pipe in the middle of the room. Her head was down.
"Allison!" I whispered. "Allison, are you alright?"
She looked up quickly, the panic and desperation evident in her puffy eyes as she got quickly to her feet.
"Where is he?" I asked her, my eyes darting around the room. She only shook her head. She didn't know. "We're going to get you out of here. Everything is going to be ok." I tried to reassure her.
And that's when the look on her face changed. From desperation to…what?…creepy and scary…in 2.0 seconds. What the hell? Oh crap…
"Nothing is going to be alright Shawn." She shook her hands and the handcuffs fell off! Shit shit shit!
"I told him that it wouldn't work, that you wouldn't take the bait." Reaching behind her, she pulled out a very real and very lethal looking sawed off shot gun. "But that's why he's the master, and I'm just the apprentice."
Gus gasped behind me, realizing just how bad this was. Allison was with Yin. Allison was crazy as a loon. And we were in some deep shit.
Crazy eyes looked us over as a sadistic smile played across her face.
"How about I give you a tour of the house?
GUS'S POV:
Allison was crazy. Allison was working with Yin. And Shawn and I were in trouble. A lot of trouble.
She stared at Shawn with her dead, merciless eyes and motioned with the shot gun. I could see the loathing in her glare, could feel it coming off her in waves…and every ounce of it was directed at Shawn. She hated him. It was extremely easy to see. The question I couldn't answer was why.
"MOVE" She yelled, "Up the stairs, now!"
Shawn took the lead, heading up the stairs. I was right behind him, the gun poking me in the back. She wasn't being gentle either. I could feel the bruises forming already.
Shawn reached the top of the stairs and stopped, unsure where to go. Hopefully coming up with a plan to get us out of this. Come on Shawn, I willed to him. Think of something!
"To the right, up the stairs!" Allison yelled again, jabbing me harder with the gun. Why was she jabbing me? Shawn was the one who stopped!
"Allison, you don't have to do this." Shawn had found his voice. "You've been brainwashed. Put the gun down and let us go. You can still have a life."
That ticked her off. What was this crazy chick's problem with Shawn, anyway. "Shut UP!" she screamed. Then more quietly, "All I've heard is how smart you are, how worthy,", she practically spit out the word 'worthy', obviously not believing it, "how you're his greatest foe! Blah blah blah."
She smirked. I know she was behind me and I couldn't see her face, but I could tell. As Shawn's best friend, I'd become an expert at sensing an unseen smirk.
"But you're pathetic!" Another sharp jab with the gun. "I show you pouty lips, puffy eyes, and you fall for every neo-romantic clique in the book!"
Shawn's shoulders tensed at that remark and I knew it had stung. All he…all we!…had wanted to do was save the girl. I knew he felt responsible for all of this somehow…had felt responsible since crazy Allison had pulled out the picture of him as a boy, standing next to Yang. He couldn't figure out the connection and it was eating away at him. A door at the top of the stairs was our destination and Shawn hesitated, grabbing the door knob, but not going in.
Allison growled. Literally growled! "Get inside!"
Shawn's breathing had picked up a bit, a subtle sign that he was nervous, as he turned the knob and opened the door. Behind the door was an office, very nicely furnished with mahogany furniture. Working with doctors, I had come to recognize the expensive wood. Despite myself, I was impressed. Sadistic serial killer had done well for himself. Shawn came to an abrupt stop in front of me, staring at the shadowy figure behind the desk, his back turned to us. I saw him pale and I was starting to panic again right behind him. This was Yin, the most feared serial killer to come to Santa Barbara ever, who had terrorized us for years. This was him. And we were about to be in the same room as him.
Allison nudged me hard with the gun again, pushing me into Shawn, who was startled out of his stupor. She gestured to the two chairs positioned in front of the desk.
"Sit." We didn't move. "SIT boo-boo, sit!"
Shawn moved slowly toward the chairs, never once taking his eyes off the figure at the desk. He sat down in one and I followed, sitting next to him. Within seconds, Allison had slipped our hands into zip ties and pulled them tight, securing our hands to the arms of the chairs. She must have pulled Shawn's way too tight, eliciting an OW and a dirty look. This was not good. Not good at all.
I looked at Shawn and he glanced at me quickly, then turned his attention back to Yin. Allison was making some sort of speech off to the side of me and I picked up the last bit, something about t-shirts and iron ons available in the lobby…what?"
Then Shawn was speaking, staring at her with a sneering glare. "So when did you know you were crazy?" He asked her and her face hardened.
"Shawn!" I hissed. It was probably not a good idea to piss off the crazy chick with the gun.
"No, I want to know! Was it gradual or did you wake up one morning and see the chimp from Monkey Shine in the mirror?"
Good one Shawn! I almost smiled, despite myself. The boy did have a way with words.
Allison's face hardened even more, her eyes narrowing as she raised the gun. She was going to shoot him….oh crap! she was going to shoot him!
A voice emerged from the figure behind the desk and a chill went down my spine. It was an awful voice. One that nightmares were made of. You could hear the crazy in it, the lilting, almost laughing affections in his words.
"Ms. Cowley, you are dismissed. You may go now."
She was startled by his words, and…disappointed? Oh yeah, she was disappointed all right.
"But I did everything you asked! I was perfect! I deserve this!" Deserved what? To see us die?
"I won't ask you again, Ms. Cowley."
She must have heard something in his voice because she stiffened suddenly, her face going pale. With one last glare at Shawn, she turned and retreated from the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
And in a flourish, Yin was standing in front of us. "First impressions?" he asked.
Shawn grimaced visibly. "Hideous." he offered.
"Archaic." I added. And he was.
He ignored us. "I must apologize on the behalf of my new colleague," he drawled. "Youth." he offered with a shrug. "But you can't dismiss her enthusiasm, which she has in spades." He turned his attention to Shawn. "If only your good friend Yang had shown such enthusiasm." I didn't miss the way he said Yang, almost as if it were a dirty word that was beneath him.
What he was doing now caught my attention. He was opening a box, taking out a vial of awful looking white liquid, and…oh damn, a syringe. I couldn't help myself, I had to know.
"Would you mind telling me what's going in the syringe?" I asked nervously. He ignored me. Kept on talking about something else but I wasn't hearing him. I was staring at the syringe. When he stopped talking, I seized my opportunity to ask again.
"Are you ignoring my question about the syringe on purpose?"
"Gus!" Shawn interrupted suddenly. "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, Shawn, I do!" I countered. "I'm very particular about what goes into my body."
"I think it's safe to assume that it's something lethal." he looked at Yin. "Am I right?"
The psycho smiled at Shawn. "A box of Mars bars to you, Shawn." He said with delight. "This is a mixture of my own creation, which I affectionately call The Last Kiss." And he went on describing the ingredients in the vial, but I couldn't hear him anymore. My ears were buzzing loudly and I was on the verge of my first panic attack. This was real. This guy was a nut job. And he was going to kill us.
I said something weird, about whether or not he had only the one needle. Even as the words left my mouth, I knew it was a weird thing to say. Who cares if he only uses one needle, if we were going to die seconds after the injection anyway. Yin looked surprised and Shawn looked offended.
"Really, Gus?"
I felt compelled to defend myself. "I don't know where all you've been, Shawn!"
He smirked while Yin stared at us in disbelief.
"Since when have I been an unclean person?" I had offended him.
I reminded him of a road trip he had once taken, and an almost infamous sticker. Pucker up and blow. The character may have been a cartoon, but knowing Shawn…he looked as if he might say something more, but Yin interrupted.
"Enough! You two are insufferable."
We stopped.
"Only Guster will get the needle. I have something else planned for you, Shawn."
What? And suddenly he was standing over me, rolling up my sleeve. I looked at Shawn, saw the look of desolation that settled on his face. This was it. It was over.
"No." He whispered.
Yin was grabbing the needle. I seized my last moments. "I don't blame you Shawn," I told him, hoping he'd believe me. "I don't blame you." I said it with more emphasis. I didn't want him feeling guilty over this, if he did manage to escape whatever torment Yin had planned for him. "You're my best friend and I don't regret a thing. We got to live out our childhood dream together. I don't blame you." My heart raced off, my breathing coming quickly as the needle poised above my arm. This was it. My big end. For a brief second I wondered if I was the lucky one…knowing Yin, whatever he had planned for Shawn would be horrible. I felt an extreme sadness for him and deep down, I was even a little relieved that I wouldn't have to witness his death at the hands of this madman.
"You kill him and I kill you!" Shawn yelled. "You got that?"
Yin just smirked. We all knew his claim was an empty boast. And in that last final moment we both sprung into action, telling him that he owed us closure, that he owed us a final explanation of why he was doing all of this. That got him. I breathed a small sigh of relief as the needle was taken away from my arm and he went back behind the desk.
"You're both here because you ruined Yang. She noticed the pre-pubescent you, developed an unhealthy crush. Feelings are the enemy. She betrayed me to save your mother. She betrayed my trust and she broke my heart. And for that, I blame you." he looked pointedly at Shawn. "For that, Burton will die. But not you Shawn, not right now. No…you'll watch your best friend die and then we'll be off before the police can save you. I have something special planned for you, my boy."
Shawn stared at him. "Yeah, what's that?" he smirked. "Just kill me too and get it over with."
"Oh, you'll die. But not here. You ruined my last assistant. Turned her against me. And for that, you'll become a teaching tool for my new assistant. She'll train, using you. She'll learn all of my skills, practicing on you. And when she's learned all I have to teach her, she'll kill you."
Oh my god. Even the unflappable Shawn looked stunned by that bit of news. He was going to be a guinea pig for whatever horrors Yin had to teach Allison. Oh my god.
But the needle was back over my arm and this time I knew we couldn't delay any longer.
"You're my best friend, Shawn." I said quickly and I jerked as the needle slid into my arm. Yin depressed the pump and the contents burned into my body. Darkness filled my eyesight as I looked at my best friend. "Goodbye Shawn." My last sight was of the complete look of horror on his face and as I succumbed to the darkness, I heard his agonized yell.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
To Be Continued:
Author Note: The story is completely written, so I will be posting a new chapter of day or so. The more reviews I get, the quicker a new chapter will be posted
