canisaries
the one draft wonder
- Pronoun
- she/her
Andre shook his head. "Oh, no, no. The raid went well for us. What happened is that... I remembered something from my life back home. Something that was hazy up until now. I wasn't even sure if it was something real or just a dream before, but now I'm certain it happened."
He took a deep breath. "Before I was summoned to Forlas, there was this guy I met. Spent a bunch of time with as well. He was, uh..."
Normally, he avoided this expression. It always reminded him that that's what he was when you stripped everything of its context.
"A serial killer," he said. "Like, a real one. A sadistic, cold-blooded killer who tortured his victims and... cannibalized them. Worshipped some sort of demonic god as well. Claimed that the god was telling him to do these things. I'm pretty sure he's schizophrenic, but I'm not sure how much that takes away his culpability. He seemed pretty lucid otherwise. But then again, I've never met anyone else schizophrenic - I mostly only have movies and TV to go off of, and I know those can be blatantly wrong..."
He shook his head and returned to the point. "The reason I know all this is because he told me. He thought we were... kindred spirits of sorts. I don't know why." There was a very clear reason why, but he'd be caught dead before he told anyone. "Either way, I can't go to the cops because he performed some kind of freaking blood magic spell on me that forces me to only speak the truth, and I... have some things I need to keep secret that would come up and ruin me..." How selfish. Tell him it's not just you. "And have pretty bad consequences for other people, too." It was technically true. If he was arrested, he couldn't keep cleaning up the community, and more people would fall victim to abusers. "Anyway, he's been forcing me to spend some time with him. It hasn't been all bad, I suppose - I've been learning about the ancient texts he's found and attributed to a Bronze Age kingdom his god supposedly led - but... I don't exactly feel safe around him."
He sighed. "I do have some kind of plan for him. I've convinced him to seek psychiatric help, and he's been opening up to the idea that his delusions really are delusions. He's started to take antipsychotics, even. But there's nothing saying that he'll really start to feel... guilty about what he's done or anything. Still, I really would like to see him behind bars, or in an asylum, whatever works, and the only way it seems like that'll happen is if he confesses his crimes himself."
Andre realized how long he'd been talking. "Sorry, I should get to the point. The point is that... I'd like to hear if you have any kind of advice on how to handle the fact that the life you'll be going back to is... less than nice. Not that I enjoy reminding you about it."
He took a deep breath. "Before I was summoned to Forlas, there was this guy I met. Spent a bunch of time with as well. He was, uh..."
Normally, he avoided this expression. It always reminded him that that's what he was when you stripped everything of its context.
"A serial killer," he said. "Like, a real one. A sadistic, cold-blooded killer who tortured his victims and... cannibalized them. Worshipped some sort of demonic god as well. Claimed that the god was telling him to do these things. I'm pretty sure he's schizophrenic, but I'm not sure how much that takes away his culpability. He seemed pretty lucid otherwise. But then again, I've never met anyone else schizophrenic - I mostly only have movies and TV to go off of, and I know those can be blatantly wrong..."
He shook his head and returned to the point. "The reason I know all this is because he told me. He thought we were... kindred spirits of sorts. I don't know why." There was a very clear reason why, but he'd be caught dead before he told anyone. "Either way, I can't go to the cops because he performed some kind of freaking blood magic spell on me that forces me to only speak the truth, and I... have some things I need to keep secret that would come up and ruin me..." How selfish. Tell him it's not just you. "And have pretty bad consequences for other people, too." It was technically true. If he was arrested, he couldn't keep cleaning up the community, and more people would fall victim to abusers. "Anyway, he's been forcing me to spend some time with him. It hasn't been all bad, I suppose - I've been learning about the ancient texts he's found and attributed to a Bronze Age kingdom his god supposedly led - but... I don't exactly feel safe around him."
He sighed. "I do have some kind of plan for him. I've convinced him to seek psychiatric help, and he's been opening up to the idea that his delusions really are delusions. He's started to take antipsychotics, even. But there's nothing saying that he'll really start to feel... guilty about what he's done or anything. Still, I really would like to see him behind bars, or in an asylum, whatever works, and the only way it seems like that'll happen is if he confesses his crimes himself."
Andre realized how long he'd been talking. "Sorry, I should get to the point. The point is that... I'd like to hear if you have any kind of advice on how to handle the fact that the life you'll be going back to is... less than nice. Not that I enjoy reminding you about it."