[Trigger warning; suicide]
Scott pulled the plate back towards himself, smiling ruefully. “Thank you, that’s a … kind way of putting it. But if you’ve had any meaningful interactions with Daemon, you know just what he is. I’ve never met him and I know that much.”
Scott as the persona closest to their original knew much about what happened when the others took control, but only when the others let him.
And Daemon was keeping his cards close.
Before Scott could continue that thread of thought an event close by caught his attention; inhuman senses catching the scene behind locked doors.
Tucking back into the sandwich Scott blinked rapidly, calm brown eyes flashing to gold briefly before darkening.
Everyone was awake. And aware; watching on curiously. Gleefully.
Oh my. Why did he do that? He still had a few days left in him.
Daemon cackled gleefully. That was awesome!
Still chewing, he glanced up towards the camera blankly before he turned to stare at the wall his bed was situated next to, giggling softly.
“Well. We weren’t expecting that.” he murmured, giving his human doctor a mad little grin.
His victim/rapist had made another rash decision, ruining his life.
Or, to put it accurately, ending it.
His name was Henrik Jones.
Curled up in a ball in a corner of the medicine room – the only room with a lock on the outside – Henrik was a wreck, trying to understand how he’d gotten to where he was now.
He’d noticed the crazy patient was flirty. But he was flirty with all the male staff, Henrik wasn’t special.
He’d noticed that the patient was – when you caught him at the right time – kind of sweet.
Shaking his head furiously Henrik got back onto his feet, digging through the cabinet closest to him, downing whatever pills he could get his hands on.
But he wasn’t gay! He’d never thought of putting a hand on the guy.
He couldn’t help himself.
He didn’t know what happened! One second he had been staring at gold-looking eyes –
Next Doctor Lecter was tossing him into the hands of the security detail situated around the building.
But he wasn’t gay! He … he …
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Henrik refused to face his own actions.
The pills weren’t working fast enough.
Pulling his shirt off, Henrik reached for the medical supplies.
The officers walking in not ten minutes later walked into a crime scene drenched in blood.
Sensing the last of the man’s life ebb away Daemon grinned elated.
“It’s fascinating; how different people react to certain … stimuli.” He commented, taking control as the malicious glee he felt overrode everything else.
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