⭐WARNING⭐

This book contains a dark and mature theme, including swearing and murder and a crazy character.

⭐PROLOGUE⭐

{Pyschopath}

A Psychopath is traditionally someone with a personality disorder, characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, empathy, lack of remorse and other egotistical traits.

Fang Cross claimed to be just that. A man with a diabolic plan. You see, he was a killer- a natural born and I was just the plain follower. He made me feel like his plans were modest, and slowly I began to think so too. I always thought I was the normal one, but he made me feel otherwise.

From the moment our eyes met, I had a feeling we would get along very well. He needed me, and I needed him to take me out of the hell he'd put me in the first place.

⭐STORY EXCERPT⭐

I raised the knife slightly above my head ready to strike down at the sleepy figure on my bed. I glared at him, watching as he slept peacefully not even giving the world a care during this blissful moment of his.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I aimed to strike only for the blade to stop midway in the air. A tear ran down my cheek. I'd been doing this for the past three minutes and I couldn't even lay a single scratch on him.

"Why can't I kill you?" I asked no one in particular. So it gave me enough reason to be shocked when a reply actually came.

"Because you can't." He replied sleepily. Javier stirred around on my bed. Even though his eyes were shut, I knew he was already fully awake. Finally, he opened one eye and when he saw what I was holding, opened the other.

His gaze narrowed on me. "Kana, what are you doing?"

"The same thing you've been trying to do to me." I said in a beat.

He raised a brow.

I continued. "George told me you knew about my kidnapping and that you told him you didn't care what he did to me."

Fang chuckled, sending a bad vibe down my spine. "What makes you think I'd say that?"

"I don't think. I know. " I replied like it were the most logical explanation to give.

He sighed and tried to reach out to me, but I drew back. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Put the knife down, Kana."

"No." I said firmly.

"Put-"

"I SAID NO!"

If he was shocked by my sudden outburst, he didn't show it. Instead, he sighed again and straightened up on my bed. "You and I both know hurting you is not my agenda."

I shook my head. Liar. He was at it again, trying to say things that would coax my mind, make me feel like I was someone special to him and I was not. He only viewed me as a tool to be used when he deemed fit and if he no longer needed me, he'd dispose of me.

"Stop lying." My voice was weak, and shaky. Sounding like a whisper. I hated it. Hated how weak and cowardly I sounded. Hated the fact that he had to see it every fucking time. "I hate you."

"I know." He reached out to me slowly and rested his hand on my hair, stroking it gently. "I know you do."

His other hand shoot out and reached for the knife in my hand. Foolishly, I let him have it. He threw it halfway across the room and I was left harmless.

"Don't you just hate it when things dont go your way, Kana?" He pulled him closer till I was sitting on his laps, his hand still on my hair. He twirled a single strand, his icy blue eyes digging into mine.

Then, like a flash, his hand traveled down to my neck. A malicious grin planted itself on his lips as he pushed me down on the bed and laid atop me. I tried to struggle against the steel grip on my neck but to no avail. My body was becoming weaker and my eyelids droopy.

It didn't take long before I eventually passed  out.

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Author's note

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{Don't try to figure me out, blondy.

I'm a special kind of twisted}

PART ONE

The persistent tapping of feet against the marble floor drew my attention. I tore my gaze away from the window and stared at the two individuals seated across me. One of them was Dr Rey Monroe, a colleague and the other one was a patient. He was dressed in a blue patient's uniform and his hands were bonded in a handcuff. He was also the one who had been tapping his feet.

For five minutes we've been seated, none of us saying a single word. Once a while, I would catch a glimpse of Rey sending worried glances at his patient, before he would direct that same look at me. Earlier, when he came in, he'd dropped a brown patient file on my desk, and told me to open it.

It did take a while, but eventually, I reached for the file. The words 'Fang Cross' were written boldly on top of it.  Instinctively, I accessed Rey's patient. His head was down and his feet were still tapping.

"Kana," Rey finally started. "Sorry to have come to your office unannounced like this but I really need a favor from you."

I pushed the rim of my glasses upwards, flipping the file open and going through it.  The words 'Mental,' 'Deranged,' 'Dangerous,' caught my eyes. Dropping the file, I peered into Rey's brown and nervous eyes. Whatever this favor was, I had a feeling I wasn't going to like it.

"It must be really important for you to come all the way from the outer wing." I said. 'Sunas home for the mental' was a clinical institution that was divided into three wings. The east wing, the west wing and the outer wing. The outer wing was a different part of the institution and was more heavily guarded than the others. It's walls were high, surrounded by barb-wires and the security there was topnotch. Doctors who went there were those who had, in one way or the other, an experience with S-ranked psychopaths and knew exactly what it was they were dealing with.

I on the other hand, belonged to the west wing where nothing happened. The west wing hardly received any patients and even if they did, they were usually ex-convicts or people who just decided to go to a mental home because they had no other places to go.

So if Rey was here and with company, I could only suspect the worst.

"As you've read from the file, this is Fang Cross." Rey continued, pointing at him. "The board will be holding a meeting tomorrow and I have been given the privilege to attend." A proud grin appeared on his lips.

Being invited to a meeting with the board was held as an esteemed goal. Apparently, you get the chance to pour out whatever complaints it is you're facing and if the board found them pitiful or worthy enough, they'd give you a raise or even a promotion. I could understand Rey's happiness but where exactly was he heading to?

"Unfortunately, I have been assigned to escort him to the east wing tomorrow."

"East wing?" I echoed. "Is he stable enough to go there?" The east wing was quietest of the institution. It wasn't meant for mental, deranged, and dangerous people like Javier. The people there were more of the calm and peaceful ones who just had a wrong turn at one point in their lives.

"My patient passed his health examination successfully.  He attended his rehabilitation classes and never missed his daily dose." Rey didn't sound so such of himself. If anything, he seemed shaky, nervous, and visibly pale. 

"Can you cut to the chase, Rey?"

Rey pushed himself forward in his seat and adjusted his tie. I didn't miss the gulp that went down his throat. "Can you help take over that assignment?"

Was it going to the meeting or going with Fang? I hoped it was the latter. "Which exactly?"

"I can't afford to miss that meeting, Kana." He pleaded. Going with Fang it was then. "This could be my only chance to getting a promotion."

And what about me? You think I don't want to get a raise? The questions lingered on my tongue, but I found it difficult to let them spill. Those who worked in the west wing don't get a chance to be a part of the meetings held by the boards. A chance for me to even be there was a zero.

At that point, Fang looked up at me as if he was interested in knowing my answer. He'd even stopped tapping his feet. When his baby blue eyes dug into mine, a cold shrill, that didn't come from the cool air in my office, ran through my spine making me  inwardly shiver. I turned my attention back to Rey, still feeling Fang's nerve wracking gaze drill into me.

"Can't you find someone else to do it?" I asked.

Rey shook his head, "They all said seemed busy."

Well, if they were busy, so was I. "I would love to-"

"No!" Rey stood up, startling me and cutting me shut. He was fuming now. "Don't turn me down too." He ran a hand through his chestnut hair, clearly frustrated. He seemed to be weighing his options."Would you agree if I say I would talk about you in the meeting?"

I raised a brow. He was resorting to bribery now, and he was hitting at the right spot. Honestly, a chance to the meeting was something I would really love. Being a psychiatrist was what I always dreamed of. But then what was the use of being one when there wasn't even a single patient to diagnose or watch over. The conditions here weren't really encouraging.

"What if they don't give you what you want?"

"They will." He sounded so confident.

I jerked my head towards Fang. "How am I so sure he's stable as you say he is? You do know taking a patient who isn't completely okay to the east wing is prohibited. If the boards were to find out-"

"He is okay." He cut in again, pointing to the file on the desk. "You read it, didn't you?"

"They said otherwise." I retorted. He wasn't going to be fooling me.

A low chuckle escaped Fang's lips and Rey looked like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have. Dejected, he slumped back on his seat and ran a palm over his face. "Okay, let's just say he isn't exactly normal, but I assure you he will be of good behavior over there." He faced Fang. "Right?"

Fang said nothing. However, his eyes glinted mischievously. They seemed to be promising an unknown threat. Rey must have been eager to get rid of him and also desperate if he had to come to me of all people. We hardly ever got along, not that we were enemies or anything, we just didn't.

"You'll talk about me at the board?" I eyed him warily. Rey wasn't someone I could easily trust. He had proven that much since we were trainees.

He nodded, uncertainty brimming in his eyes. "Yeah, sure."

"Alright," I agreed, hoping I wasn't making a wrong decision. "I'll do it."

******

A deranged guy he was indeed. I had concluded that much from the little information I now had. After Rey and Fang left my office, I decided to go through his patient file again.

Fang Cross, male, twenty-eight, six foot, also known as 'Bloodbath Cross'. He was convicted for the massacre of eight of his coworkers. Reasons for killing them being that they, 1)Irked him. 2)It looked fun messing with them.

He was also convicted for identity theft. I looked at the photo attached to the claim. It was the photo of the late senator who went missing a year ago. Fang had taken the identity of that senator until the cops found him. He denied having anything to do with but the cops still made him their main suspect. The senator's body was never found.

I continued reading, suddenly engrossed in his profile, fascinated with each flip of pages. I didn't even realize that time had gone until my alarm dinged. I looked at the wall clock hanging at a corner- 6pm. I closed his file and gazed out the window. The clouds had darkened.

"Oh well," I sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day."

*******

It was around nine in the morning, when the hospital van arrived. Fang, followed by two security guards, was led to the back of the vehicle. I stood beside Rey, watching as he got in.

"Thanks again," Rey said, thanking me for the tenth time today. "I really appreciate this."

I peered into Rey's eyes, looking for anything that would betray his actual thoughts. They gave away nothing. The thought that I had to be Javier's chaperon still wasn't sitting down well with me.

"Sure." I turned on my heels, and made my way to the van, and got in but not before seeing Rey's facial expression finally betraying something- guilt.

******

The ride was a quiet one. Fang sat opposite me, dressed in a black straitjacket. His hands were still handcuffed. His head faced upwards, and he was blinking so fast I was beginning to think he had a disability.

"Could you stop that." One of the security guards snapped and then muttered a 'fucking asshole' under his breath.

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He was breathing too loud."

I gave him a 'you gotta be kidding' look. Was he actually being serious? Deciding not to say anything, I turned to face Fang. His full attention was on me now.

"Hey, can you try not breathing too loudly?" I said to him, slowly and calmly as if talking to a seven-year-old. It was how we were trained to speak to patients. Once when I was just a trainee, I had been assigned to watch over a delusional patient who thought she had seen an angel in her tacos. I had tried reasoning with her there was no way an angel could have gotten into her taco. It started as a calm conversation until she had a patience break and yelled.

Thinking back, maybe the lady did see an angel in her taco.

"Am I irking him off?" His voice snapped my from thoughts. A wide grin flashed on his lips.

It was the first time I'd heard him speak. His voice was deep, alluring, and appealing to the ear. Were I any other girl, I was certain I would have swooned at the tone. He was a very fine man. Electrifying blue eyes, smooth pale skin that was complimented with dark hair, and a face that would make you take a double take. If he wasn't a psychopath bonded in a straitjacket, and handcuffs, I would have probably jumped him. 

"Yes, you are!" The guard yelled.

"We are not to yell at our patients," I reprimanded him, casting a glance at his name tag- it read Arnold. He was going to get an earful when we returned. "And besides, I was talking to him."

Arnold gaped at me, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something. Finally, he complied and retreated to his post. The ride became quiet once more that is until Fang spoke up again.

"I gotta take a piss." He said.

"You don't see a toilet in here, do you?" Arnold asked.

Fang scoffed. "No shit, asshole."

"Why you!" Arnold's hands balled into fist as he stepped forward, looking like he was about to pounce on him. I stomped to my feet before any useless fight could commence, sending a glare to Arnold at his childish antics. Did he really think picking a fight with someone considered as mental was going to help ease the temper I was sure he had no control over?

"That's enough!" I was standing between the two of them now. Facing the other guard, I said, "You, tell the driver to stop the car." Then I pointed at Arnold, "you can do the honors of seeing that he relives himself."

Arnold's eyes narrowed when he heard Javier snicker. I fought the urge to roll mine. 

The van came to a stop, and they both stepped down from the car and headed to lord knows where. I was left alone with the other guard whose name I later found out to be Benjamin.

Ten minutes went by, then fifteen, then twenty. What was taking them so long? Surely, they hadn't gone away that far. A sudden panic made my stomach fill like they were tied in knots. Did Arnold do something to him? Or worse, had Fang somehow managed to escape? My insides churned deeper at the thoughts.

A low thud followed by a soft groan came from outside the van. Before I could move, Benjamin had already jumped off the car. It didn't take a minute before a loud bang responded in the air confirming my suspicions.

"Benjamin?" I called out, my heart beating so fast it felt like it would burst out of its rib cage. "Arnold?"

"Everything is fine, Miss Kana" A voice called from outside the van. "You can come out now."

A novice mistake.

I had no idea if it were stupidity or fear that pushed me forward. All I knew was that one minute I was inside the van and the next I was standing outside gasping for air as I stared in horror at Kana- who was now somehow straitjacket free- holding unto a gun. Benjamin and Arnold laying face first on the floor. Dead.