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"Sarah, why did you do it?"
A whimper of a voice came out, "They told me to."
"Who?" asked Detective Wesley.
Sarah raised her head, her green eyes wide with fear. Now barely a whisper was heard in the interrogation room of the New York Police Department. "The voices."
Detective Wesley left the room and turned to the man who had been standing behind the tinted glass for the entire session. "What's the verdict, Doc?"
Doctor Jonathan Crane removed his glasses, his bright blue eyes shining in the florescent lights. He removed a handkerchief from his blazer pocket and began wiping the lenses of his glasses, "It is my professional opinion that this girl be transferred to Arkham Asylum at once. She's not stable enough to remain in this kind of environment. She needs to be kept under constant surveillance."
"Well, we'll get started on the paper work and you can wheel her out of here in no time at all." said Wesley.
Crane's lips formed a crooked smile, "Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to her alone for a while before we leave."
Wesley hesitated, debating whether to leave this man alone with a seriously deranged teenage girl who, only two hours ago, shot thirty of her classmates dead. But he nodded and opened the door of the interrogation room.
"She's all yours." He replied." There'll be an officer outside if you need anything."
"Oh, I need to make a call first. Is there anywhere I can go to talk in private?" asked Crane.
Wesley nodded, "Down the hall, first door on the left. It's just empty office space but no one ever goes in."
Crane tilted his head in thanks and began walking down the corridor. He opened the door and stepped into the empty room. He removed the cell phone from his pocket and pressed speed dial 2.
The phone rang and a deep voice was heard on the other end, "Well?"
"I found another test subject for our little experiment. I'm about to conduct my interview and she'll be in Arkham within the hour."
"Psychosis?"
"Paranoid schizophrenic."
"Good, good. How are the trials coming along by the way?"
Crane nodded to himself. "They're going well, the toxin's working. We'll soon be ready for city wide dispersal."
"Excellent. I want no mistakes Doctor Crane. Get it done."
"Of course sir. I just want t-"
The line went dead. Jonathan sighed, hung up the phone and tucked it back into his pocket. "I hate it when he does that. It's very rude..." he muttered to himself.
Crane straightened his tie and walked back out into the corridor. He placed his glasses back on before opening the door to the interrogation room.
He walked in and set his briefcase down on the steel table.
"Hello Sarah, my name is Jonathan Crane. How are you feeling?"
Sarah chuckled slightly to herself, "Oh wonderful. I just killed thirty people because the little voices in my head told me to. Now I'm chained to a table being interrogated by detectives and psychologists who think the best thing to do is have me locked up in solitary for the rest of my life..."
"Well at least you seem compliant now. The detective tells me you were a little upset when you arrived."
"Did you not hear what I just said?" she asked with her eyebrows raised.
"Oh right, my apologies." he smiled at her and she smiled sarcastically back.
"So, when are we leaving?"
"As soon as the paper work's done, we'll go." There was no point in sugar coating it now. Sarah Morgan might have been psychotic but she certainly wasn't stupid. She was also very, very beautiful. It was a shame really.
She nodded to herself and glanced at him. Crane had removed his glasses yet again and placed them in his briefcase. "You have nice eyes."
He lowered his head and smiled, "Why thank you. So do you." Hers were emerald green and seemed to sparkle under the ceiling lights.
A knock came at the door and detective Wesley entered the room. "We're ready for you, doc."
Crane nodded, "Thank you detective." He then turned to Sarah, "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
Two police officers came in and unchained her from the desk. They grabbed both her arms and lead her out of the room.
Jonathan Crane lead the way out of the police station and guided them into the back of a black van with a white label on the side, 'Arkham Asylum'.