A/N: Dragging it out. Oh, yes I am. You must suffer! Suuuuffer. Anyways, this is immensely short. I hate that it is so, but I guess I must suffer that for making y'all suffer. I was feeling particularly gruesome near the end and decided to make Alexis as sadistic as possible. It was really fun, actually. It might become a regular thing, slowly progressing worse, as the story continues. Carly really hit a nerve there, I suppose. But it was kinda her fault so…
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I wish I did.
Warning: This is still me, still my story. I get gruesome sometimes for some parties.
Chapter: Hell's Blushing Virgin
Alexis tapped the table lightly, a contemplative look passing her features. "You were very stressed when you learned Shawn was crippled. Why was that, detective? I mean, I can understand Abigail and Gus and Juliet and Henry. They all care for him deeply, make a point of it often. But you? No…you're the missing piece."
"Get on with it," Carlton snarled, leaning forward threateningly. Alexis' face hardened.
"Why were you so worried, huh? He means nothing to you, to this department. He brought you down, not built you up as you so wanted. What made you so anxious for the man?"
"That's none of your business."
Alexis leaned forward as far as her cuffs would allow, her voice lowering to a cold whisper that would echo through Carlton long after the interview was over. "But it wasn't yours either, was it?" Alexis leaned back again, her face regaining that cold nonchalance. "Levi was very worried—terrified, I suppose—when she learned Shawn couldn't remember anything. She had been out cold the entire time, but she kept murmuring afterwards that she should've noticed the connection. Though I take offence to that.
"I was much better than Tobias."
Carlton leaned back, flicking through the case in his hands till he brought out a certain few photos. He gazed at the faces for a moment before letting his eyes wander up to Alexis. "Do you remember these people?"
He set the photos down before him, sliding them over to Alexis slowly and deliberately. Alexis stared down for a moment, pain flickering across her features momentarily.
The first was of Chris Deemer, his face mutilated severely by the hand of Tobias. The picture was new, fresh, but the skin had not rotted severely as you would think. The flesh was pale-blue and hung from what would've been the skeleton frame. Blood, sinew, and splintered bone gaped at her through the picture. Part of Chris' nose had been crushed in and where once was beautiful skin now lay a mockery; twisted across the cheek bone in one place, only to be absent the next.
Her eyes flickered to the next picture, just as gruesome—if not more—than the last. Amanda's head was smashed in, poorly corrected by the coroner, skin permanently tinted red from all the blood—blood that could not be washed away. Alexis' eyes sparkled as she gazed down wards at the flesh. How odd…it was the color of rubies. Beautiful, rich rubies… Her hand moved towards the picture of its own accord, jarring to a stop from the chain, inches away from the picture. She frowned, retracting her hand.
"We found them a few yards away from your graveyard," Carlton spoke up, but Alexis didn't stop gazing at the pictures of her—Levi's parents. "They were well preserved, unlike any other body there. It took quite a while but we were able to indentify them in the end, right after you were arrested. Why did you take such well care of them?"
Alexis looked up slowly, her face a blank slate. It was terrifying, in a way. He had suddenly broken the one thread that kept her in this world, the one piece that she held so dear. Her eyes were hollow, her voice calm—oh, so calm. "So I became, as befitted my delicate birth, the most casual bride of the murdering scum of earth."
Carlton sighed, pulling out another picture and slapping it on the table.
Tobias stood out, stabbed over and over, mutilated. Eyes wide open, staring into her soul. The top right of his skull was shattered by a bullet—one shot from her own gun, her own hands—obliterating the right side of his face from view. But the left…oh, how calm and peaceful it was. The man was a murderous bastard, but he was beautiful. Beautiful as the face of death itself.
"And Tobias? It took a while longer to find him…but it was fairly obvious who it was. He was nearly as well preserved, and why is that? He killed these two, whom you also preserved. None of these people mean anything to you, why care for them so….lovingly?"
"Salve Regina, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of death. Amen. "
"Why, Alexis?" Carlton hissed, leaning forward. "Why?"
"Take the clouds from your eyes and see me as I really am. You have shown me the sky, but what good is the sky to a creature who'll never do any better than crawl?"
Carlton frowned, tilting his head to hear her whispered words.
"God forgive me," she looks up slowly, a malicious smile spreading her lips as she gazes into the blue eyes staring intently back. "For I will sin."