I don't own anything. Not even my own mind, because apparently I sold it for a pop the other day and all ideas coming from it now belong to this long haired pretzel guy at the mall. Seriously I need to watch what I do sometimes.
This is short due to the fact I don't have much time.
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Interrogation room; torchwood.
"Now we can give you one chance to redeem yourself and tell us what you've done to those people."
Jack was leaning his hands on the table. Staring down the man in the chair across from him.
"I didn't do anything they didn't want to happen." A beaten up Michael said simply, smiling at his judge with no guilt. He had a bloodied lip and his clothes were ripped open in several places.
"You're the reason 5 men and 2 girls committed suicide in 3 months, tell me, what did you get out of it? Why would you want to make 7 human's kill themselves." Pointing at various pictures on the table Jack's nostrils flared as he grew more agitated.
Putting a hand on the table Michael looked over the pictures thoughtfully before looking up at Jack. "They tasted good." Laughing quietly to himself he picked up a picture of a red headed man. "Full of hate, such passionate seething hatred, an endless pit of darkness inside. Humans today taste delectable, all that resentment, greed, fear, and you ask me what I get out of it. I am an empathy demon, they all wanted to die, deep down. I just gave them a little push; and in exchange I get to feed off their last moments."
"Your sick and you're going to stop. We're putting you on the first flight off this planet, you got that." Pushing up off the table Jack headed to the door.
"I have a hold on people still, you can't stop me." Crossing his fingers Michael leaned back in the chair. "Until I'm done with my last victim, I can't leave."
Jack stormed away hitting the metallic screen on his way out.
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Finishing my shower I dry off and put on yesterday's clothes. I wish I hadn't lost my bag. Staring at the mirror I looked into my eyes. I felt there was something wrong, really wrong. I feel so empty. Turning my gaze to my feet I open the bathroom door.
Going into the main room I spot John; he had fallen asleep watching T.V. again. Walking over I kicked his leg. "John come on you promised we would find Michael."
Jumping up John glared at me. "You owe me." He said drowsily. Standing up John checked to make sure that he had everything before waving a hand at me. "Alright let's go."
Turning to the door I smile at the small satisfaction I got from making him do what I wanted for a change.