Chapter 1

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Shadow's POV

Late September is ugly and incorrigible in New York. The weather is horrible at the moment, the clouds were dark grey and spitting out big raindrops. If your obsessed that life will get better if you be patient then it might not be the best time to end it in misery by committing suicide. I don't commit suicide anymore. It got heavy… I'm an expert in the psychological autopsy.

I've had private practice…my private practice had become haze of self-destruction: slicing, starving, drugging, drowning, shooting, immolation or anything that is cliché. I was so good at putting the puzzle together after the fact that people started thinking I could save them from their hell-bent loved ones before they did themselves in. They were wrong… I couldn't do that, so I quit. They were pathetic, couldn't do they do it by themselves. They need to think first before they speak or their own stupid, flimsy action. It was the same, not much changes.

In the early morning, I sit by the window seat, my bubble to the world. My chao sat on my legs, it was yellow and had crystal blue eyes, it reminds me of a good friend of mine. I ended up calling it Maria. She was desperate for attention at most times, I'm spoiling her just like what she (human) did to me. The chao pawed my knees, trying to make her eyes wider, she wanted to got for a walk…

I was about to leave my bubble, ready for the challenges to face but a white Nissan Altima pulled in by. A familiar purple feline was soon to be announced out of her vehicle. It was Blaze, she had a serious face on her, she was stoic to make her look 'professional', she would frown if someone did something immature or childish. Her clothes were a red blazer that had a white blouse underneath, a pencil skirt that went above her knees with a finish of red pumps.

She knocked the door that was barely inaudible, if she didn't want germs to touch her clean hands. I finally left my bubble and went to answer the door, she knocked again, getting slightly impatient or annoyed that I won't 'get off my lazy ass' as she sometimes quote,

"I'm coming!" I yelled,

Hearing a growl from the other side of the door, "C'mon Shadow, I need to talk to you!" the door knob rattled.

Blaze had her eyes narrowed but she had a small playful smile on her lips. She slipped in, gracefully like any feline should walk. My eyes followed her abiding actions, she rolled her eyes and did the come-hither with her fingers, jaunting her way to the black plush couch. This is how it is most of the time, she gives me cases to help her with or a single one just for me… this one might be important by her impatient behavior It wouldn't be the same or what happens over and over from time to time.

She sat lady-liked, one leg over the other and her hands on her lap, with a firm line on her mouth. I ambled my way to her distance and sat across her with my matching recliner. Blaze cleared her throat, "Maybe I should make tea for us." I was about to decline the offer but she scurried away to the marble kitchen.

"I just finished my case, someone named Scourge was accused for murder." Her voice travelled from the kitchen, trying to start the conversation before me. She was a lawyer.

"Was it easy?" I automatically said, monotone. This was an every kind of week thing, she gets me a case to work on. We once worked a case together then I added a mental note to never work with her because she is quite harsh and threatening with convicts which they only be smug and say some smartass comment, Blaze wouldn't allow me to speak sometimes when I was about to remark and try to pry answers.

"Well, not really but I finished it at least, I was in there for two hours." I heard her chuckle softly.

"Oh, well. How is things going with Silver." I rotate my head to her direction, examining her expression. Her smile turned upside down. Silver was her husband, I don't like him very much, sometimes he makes bad mistakes and Blaze ends up hurt but ALWAYS forgave him… I think he is wanting her money but I could be wrong. Blaze let out an exaggerated sigh,

"Well, we are avoiding each other for now. He messed up this time but I'll always love him." She is sometimes a failure at romance or a bit lovesick, I am surprised the didn't divorced yet after two years. Blaze had four ex-husbands and they lasted for seven months… she might have a baby with Silver soon, he is a bit of a children's person. She tried to smile to show that she wasn't sad, there was an uncomfortable silence.

A beep told that the water was boiled, she went to grab mugs and teabags to prepare the drinks. She stirred and it splashed on her blazer, she let out a groan from pain and annoyance. The tea was served as she placed the mug gently down on the dark wood coffee table. Blaze went to get a dry towel to dab her wet mess she made, I began to question myself on what the case was.

The purple cat came back with a sign of annoyance placed on her face, sitting back on the couch once again. She tried to get more comfortable without trying to get awkward, well she tried to sit in a professional looking position and try to get comfortable but failing miserable. She took a sip, "As I said, I got a special case for you."

Special?

Well she did say special to make it more interesting.

Blaze let out a smirk… is she going to say what I think she is going to say? She let a dramatic pause, "Is that I set you in a blind dat-"

"Once again, Blaze. I'm not going on anymore blind dates, just let me be. I'll go on one if I find someone who is special. Just stop trying to squish yourself into my love life, what's the case you want me to?" I glared at her,

"Fine, fine. The case is Amy Rose." she said, seriously this time.

"What did she do?" Might be the same old.

"Amy has schizophrenia, she says the voices told her… kill her family, her husband and two sons. She created a massacre around her. She might just be completely insane or the voices are eating her sanity. At this right moment, she is at the mental hospital, maybe visit her… she has her sanity back at this moment, Amy now has major depression and anxiety." Blaze explained, taking a deep breath after, "She wants you."

"What?" Her expression shown no annoyance, still solemn.

"She… wants… you." She said slowly, a poker-face on, I can see her eyes filled with anxiety

"Why?"

"Because, you are the best forensic psychiatrists in New York, everyone knows you, she says you might understand her."

"Fine."

It's inevitable opportunity…

I'm trying chapter tracks, I think I did an epic fail. Chapters will get longer