Chapter one: Influence of the Rune
Michael sighed deeply, he felt angry, confused, and rebellious in his present situation. His body shook with fury as he heard muffled voices coming from the long end of the corridor. He resented the fact that the doctors and police were discussing his "behavior" and the sociopathic intellect that he had. His desire wasn't to be understood, it was to kill, release his anger and rage onto his victims lifeless body, and than to stand back in quiet contempt. His thoughts were interrupted however as he heard a door being opened slightly, the hall light came creeping into the room causing Michael to adjust his dark eyes.
Michael stiffened visibly as he saw his old psychologist step into the small room he was in and shut the door softly behind him. Cautiously, the Doctor made his way to a single chair in front of Michael and sat down on it. Michael now emotionless, watch his movements looking very unassuming. "I know you must be tired, and that's understandable but I need to ask you a couple of questions and I want you to try your best to answer them ok? His doctors voice was calm but his body language told Michael he was anxious to get some answers. "First off, Do you know why you are here?" Loomis asked Michael gently. Michael tilted his head at the Doctor devoid of all emotion, his eyes were empty of any kind of empathy or remorse for his actions. The silence loomed heavy as Michael held his complete self control and concentration. Loomis shook his head as he analyzed Michael's lack of response and repentance.
"I want to make sure you know your not here to be punished, your here because we want to help you heal and regain your sense of right and wrong." Dr Loomis said trying to relax Michael's nerves but his comments did little to ease Michael's suspicion. Loomis seemed to notice this by Michael's uncomfortable movements. "I promise you will be safe here." Loomis told his patient carefully, he knew Michael could be very unpredictable at times and was capable of sudden busts of rage and speed. Michael was deceptively dangerous and Loomis knew that he mustn't let his guard down or provoke Michael in any way. "It's okay you can tell me how you are feeling. Loomis said hoping to encourage Michael to use his voice as he absent mindedly patted Michael's scarred hand. Michael however frowned, not liking this this sudden invasion on his personal space and privacy." The curse of the thorn has weakened in you Michael, you should be able to use your voice somewhat. Even as loomis said this Michael focused his thoughts in cold precision. The voice of his psychologist was drowning out as he meditated. Michael's eyes were now reflecting determination.
"Michael are you listening?" loomis asked his voice becoming stern. I know you can speak and respond to what I'm asking you." Loomis got his answer as Michael turned his head sharply in defiance. "Look at me." The doctors voice was rough with frustration as he lightly took Michael's chin forcing him to peer into the doctors face. Michael's devil eyes were now filled with anger and he violently stood up, this was so abrupt that Loomis almost fell over in his chair. Michael walked over to the window glancing at the outside looking very uninterested in his Doctors disappointed sighs.
Michael sighed deeply, he felt angry, confused, and rebellious in his present situation. His body shook with fury as he heard muffled voices coming from the long end of the corridor. He resented the fact that the doctors and police were discussing his "behavior" and the sociopathic intellect that he had. His desire wasn't to be understood, it was to kill, release his anger and rage onto his victims lifeless body, and than to stand back in quiet contempt. His thoughts were interrupted however as he heard a door being opened slightly, the hall light came creeping into the room causing Michael to adjust his dark eyes.
Michael stiffened visibly as he saw his old psychologist step into the small room he was in and shut the door softly behind him. Cautiously, the Doctor made his way to a single chair in front of Michael and sat down on it. Michael now emotionless, watch his movements looking very unassuming. "I know you must be tired, and that's understandable but I need to ask you a couple of questions and I want you to try your best to answer them ok? His doctors voice was calm but his body language told Michael he was anxious to get some answers. "First off, Do you know why you are here?" Loomis asked Michael gently. Michael tilted his head at the Doctor devoid of all emotion, his eyes were empty of any kind of empathy or remorse for his actions. The silence loomed heavy as Michael held his complete self control and concentration. Loomis shook his head as he analyzed Michael's lack of response and repentance.
"I want to make sure you know your not here to be punished, your here because we want to help you heal and regain your sense of right and wrong." Dr Loomis said trying to relax Michael's nerves but his comments did little to ease Michael's suspicion. Loomis seemed to notice this by Michael's uncomfortable movements. "I promise you will be safe here." Loomis told his patient carefully, he knew Michael could be very unpredictable at times and was capable of sudden busts of rage and speed. Michael was deceptively dangerous and Loomis knew that he mustn't let his guard down or provoke Michael in any way. "It's okay you can tell me how you are feeling. Loomis said hoping to encourage Michael to use his voice as he absent mindedly patted Michael's scarred hand. Michael however frowned, not liking this this sudden invasion on his personal space and privacy." The curse of the thorn has weakened in you Michael, you should be able to use your voice somewhat. Even as loomis said this Michael focused his thoughts in cold precision. The voice of his psychologist was drowning out as he meditated. Michael's eyes were now reflecting determination.
"Michael are you listening?" loomis asked his voice becoming stern. I know you can speak and respond to what I'm asking you." Loomis got his answer as Michael turned his head sharply in defiance. "Look at me." The doctors voice was rough with frustration as he lightly took Michael's chin forcing him to peer into the doctors face. Michael's devil eyes were now filled with anger and he violently stood up, this was so abrupt that Loomis almost fell over in his chair. Michael walked over to the window glancing at the outside looking very uninterested in his Doctors disappointed sighs.