Jamie had been placed into the back of the car and driven down to the police station. From there he was interviewed and asked where he was before the incident, he answered with his planned story. He was staying at a friends on the outskirts when it happened and was planning to go hunting in the woods.
This explained why he had all the knives and single blade. It asks cleared him of any accusations. They asked for a phone number so they could confirm it and he complied. However, the number he gave them was for a colleague of his father who knew of the kind of business Jamie got up to. What made it better was that he was friends with the mans son and they genuinely did go hunting occasionally.
They finally finished and made their decision, they took him to a foster care home and left him there.
That would take you to his present situation. "Jesus, this place really sucks" the room was torn up and to make it worse, he had a roommate. "Let's just hope they aren't a complete Arsehat" he muttered to himself before falling into a dreamless sleep.
The next time he awoke was to a ton of noise, it was obvious that the other residents had arrived home and were making it obvious to him. Jamie could hear the sound of a key being placed in the door and unlocking. His roommate had finally shown him self.
Jamie sat up and looked at the boy who entered. He wasn't too bulky but was relatively average size. The boy had blonde hair, blue eyes and wore a school uniform.
They stood there staring at each other before Jamie spoke up."is there something on my face?" He asked. Judging by the response of his roommate he had a good idea how well they would get on.
The new arrival smiled "the names Jake, nice to meet you" Jamie was already taking a shine to Jake "I'm Jamie, is the food here crap or decent?"
"It's crap so you better get used to it" he chucked. "Where's your stuff? Have you got any or nothing?"
"I'm told I'm supposed be going to collect it... However, I don't think there's much that I'm gonna keep" he lowered his head, not wanting to think of his dad.
"Ah... I can understand where your coming from..." A knock at the roof interrupted him. An older woman with a clipboard. "Hi, I'm Jennifer Mitchum but you can just call me Jennifer. I'm a psychologist and I'm here to check you mental state. " Jamie nodded before following after. They walked through the noisy corridors before reaching a nice room. The walls were white and the carpet was a deep shade of red. Jennifer Motioned towards one of the sofas in which Jamie sat down to. Jennifer sat across from Jim and began asking a few questions.
"So, how are you feeling just as of now, anything you tell me now will not leave this room"
"Well I don't... Know, when my dad died, I just, i didn't know what to feel"
"And what do you mean by that?"
"The things that.. He made me do, I couldn't stand it"
"And what things did he make you do?"
"How do I know this won't go beyond these walls and get out... "
"Look if you don't tell me I can't help you" Jamie was conflicted, one part of him wanted to blurt out his troubles, whilst the other wanted to shut her out.
"How about we try another approach, apparently someone saw you running out of Hotel Elder, what were you doing there?" His eyes widened in shock.
"W-what do you mean."
"Exactly what I said, now if you don't tell me anything I can't help."
"... He... Made me, kill people"
"How many?"
"I, don't really know, it lost count at ten" she seemed quite surprised. Then again no one would blame her after finding out an eleven year old had murdered numerous people.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"No! Of course not... But I didn't have a choice, he said he'd kill me if... I didn't do what he told me to"
"And you believed him? That your own father could kill you?"
"It's kinda hard not to when you watch him murder a guy almost twice the size as him for messing up... And to top it off I wasn't exactly a wanted child. He poisoned my mother not long after I was born, to make it look like she died after giving birth"
"And how do you feel when you talk about this?"
"I don't really feel anything"
"What do you mean?"
"The first time I was forced to kill, something broke inside. I haven't cried since then... Never."
"Right, I'm gonna say some words and I want you to say the first thing that comes to mind"
"Ok" they began
Father
pain
Death
Knife
Knife
Killer
Killer?
Me...
Pain
Normal
Cry
Never
couteau?
décès.
Jamie spoke up after the last one. "Why did you say something in French?"
"Just a little trick, are you okay to continue?" He nodded
Happy, his facial expression changed to a smile and the solemn tone disappeared from his voice.
Chocolate
Warmth
Hug
Hug
Mika
Mika?
Dead... He returned to being solemn.
Grave
Mum
Killer
Me
Chocolate,hi facial expression relaxed and he had become cheerfully.
Tasty
Killer
Criminals.
"Ok I think that's enough for today, we'll pick this up again tomorrow"
Jamie nodded, he was like a completely different person than who he was when he walked in.
Once Jennifer knew he was gone she opened the window and in came jake,he had been waiting outside sitting on a branch out of sight.
"So?"he asked
"From what I can guess he seems like he has potential. " Jennifer moved over to the computer before switching it on. It didn't take long for it to boot up and quickly opened a certain program. What then appeared on the screen were two women. One of them was a young woman in her early twenties whilst the other considerably older.
"How was he?" The older one asked
"Well Zara, he definitely has potential and if he tried could definitely get into CHEREUB, however, there is on slight problem." The woman next to Zara felt like she had to ask. "What problem?"
"He's mentally un-stable, he appears to have two differing personalities, however he is the exact same person from what I can tell, only one side of him appears to be close to emotionless, whilst the other is like another boy his age "
"Well, I can already see who he will be hanging around with... However are you sure about this?"
"I wouldn't say it If I wasn't, would I Kerry?" Jennifer had raised her brow before continuing. "Anyway, it seems to be triggered by certain events or key words, such as, father will set him into his more... Emotionless state, whilst things like chocolate will set him into a normal state. Also, this kind of thing can be corrected eventually, what's more is this will not pose a problem for missions, it's possible it may even be an asset to him. Let's call his emotionless state his darker side. It's possible he will be able to calmly asses situations that his normal self could not. "
Zara appeared to be deep in thought before speaking. "Let's see how he acts for the next couple of days. Then we will see" the image cut off and the program shut off.
"There you have it, when your around him make sure to carry chocolate, alright?"
"And give it to him if he switches right?"
"Of course."
After leaving the room Jamie had left for the cafeteria. He had sat down and calmly started to swallow the 'crap' they called food when a bunch of tough looking boys walked other to him. "Look'y here, we've got ourselves a little scrawny prick" Jamie had stood up and was about to leave when one of the three boys threw a punch. Jamie's mind quickly clicked into gear, he felt the electrodes in his brain change direction and redirect themselves, he lost his happy attitude and the smile that had been on his face changed to a neutral one.
He was calm and grabbed the fist that was rocketing towards him and used its momentum to flip the boy, he pinned the his arm behind his back before pushing it so far that it was close to dislocating.
"How about you and your lackies piss off, I'm really not in the mood"
"What the fuck! What are you doing just standing there, Get him!" The other two boys tried to grab hold of Jamie but before they could he pushed on the leader's arm more, causing it to dislocate and jumped away from the boys, "you may want to get him to hospital, he's gonna be in pain for a while"
Jamie calmly left the hall and headed back to his room. As son as he entered he crashed onto his bed, it wasn't long after that his roommate Jake arrived.
He took one look at Jamie and asked "what happened?"
"Some pricks picked a fight with me, I told them to stop and put their leader in an arm lock, as soon as the other two tried to get me I dislocated the leaders arm and walked away... You probably don't want to share a room with me now right?"
Jake calmly looked at him, however on the inside he was laughing. 'Jesus, he's gonna fit right in with us at the base' "nah, don't worry about it, I've got a couple of friends from a few towns over that are just like you". He sat down on his bed and pulled a rapper out of his pocket, "wanna Rolo?" Jamie smiled before taking one.
"I don't suppose you've been told about my... Personality?"
"What do you mean? I was just told that if you seemed a little depressed I should give you chocolate, that is, if I could stand to be around you which I told them it would make life interesting"he lied, however the effect was instantaneous. Another genuine smile appeared on his face, "thanks"
"Now what did you say about 'personality'?" Jaime then explained the information that jake already knew, and a little more. However he made sure to leave out the fact that he had killed people. After he finished he stood up and dragged his duffle bag from under his bed. "I'm going out for a bit, could you cover for me?" He asked which caused jake to merely nod.
"Thanks" Jamie then proceeded to open the window and slide down the building. Once he hit the ground he performed a forward roll. "Heh, so he knows a little free-running eh?" He switched the light off and left the room heading towards Jennifer's room.
He knocked on the door with a specific rhythm and within seconds the door opened. " he's gone off somewhere but I managed to place a tracker on his bag"
"Good, did you get a look in his bag?"
"Yes and... Well, have you ever heard of the Ghost of London?"
"I've heard the rumours, why?"
"Get us a line to Zara" she nodded and switched the program on.
"What is it?" This time only Zara was present.
"Did you know he's the Ghost of London?" Jake's voice was void of emotion.
"Yes... I had known that he was the Ghost. I wanted to find out whether he was killing because he wanted to, or if he was being forced. "
"Well guess what, he's just left with his bag that has all his gear."
"Then we can find out if he really was killing of his own accord, won't we"
"How?"
"I'll get a satelight to follow the tracker, where did you put it?"
"Hidden on the mask"
"Good"