cause and effect

"I said take a seat Alice" Cane repeated himself, he held the gun to the back of her head as he stood behind her, her had shifted his position when she had lunged at him, resulting in her facing the couch and him her blind spot

"Grrrr…Not… Alice" growled "not Alice" trembling with what appeared to be sheer rage and frustration over the fact that she had been defeated almost instantly

"Hmm… well we can talk about that but first…" he didn't finish but instead used the muzzle of his colt to nudge her towards the couch, that now held a unconscious guard. They slowly made their way towards the seating area; she was extremely pissed but he never let his guard down.

They both took a seat, opposite to each other, "Alice" shoved the barely breathing guard off the couch roughly and began using him as a footrest,

"restraints" Cane ordered softly pointing with his other hand towards the metal bar with hand cuffs attached to it, they would only last a few seconds if she tried to fight him but that was plenty of time for him to kill her in such an event

Glaring at him the entire time she kicked the fallen man out of the way and placed the cuffs on her left wrist with the same face a child makes when forced to eat vegetables

Placing the gun on top of the small safe next to his chair, making sure it was in arms reach he then grabbed his clipboard off the nearby coffee table, careful to keep his eyes on her the entire time, as to avoid being torn apart

At this point the girl had stopped snarling at him and appeared to be analysing him with a critical eye, she was clearly disturbed by how calm and in control he seemed despite the circumstances, as if this were just a normal Monday

Not gonna lie, for cane between the screaming inmates and less than legal *cough* business this really was just another day in the bronks

Going over his notes silently he began to decide which course of questioning he would take before deciding on the best if not most blunt approach

"So…Alice" he started earning another throaty growl from his patient "how long have you existed?"

Cane couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he watched her face change rapidly from aggressive to confused to shocked and finally to mildly terrified within the span of just a couple seconds.

"W-what do you mean?" she stuttered looking scared, he had to admit the change in tone made him question if he was now talking to normal Alice for a few seconds before he did a double check on the clawed hands and sharp teeth, throwing out the idea

Giving her a small style "well it says here that you were created when Alices abilities manifested, so I just wanted to confirm" of course he had another theory, but he had wanted to make sure it was plausible "so… is it true"

"o-of course it is, otherwise, I would have started killing much earlier!" she gained confidence as she spoke and added a feral grin "had I been around I would have killed much more than 30 people!"

"Aah yes… 30 people "he said turning the page of his file "the deaths include the parents of Alice Dawson and her teachers, as well as her classmates, correct?" she gave a dark chuckle and nodded "so tell me…Fangs" she looked rather shocked by the nickname "why them?"

Her face twisted with confusion "what do you mean?"

"Well, its just if you were only freshly born… how did you know exactly who you wanted to kill?" she looked rather shocked by the question but he could see a tinge of panic in her eyes "if you just wanted to kill, why not go berserk? Instead of killing randomly, you hunted down select victims whether they were at their homes, school or work"

"Wait…" she muttered quietly as if she couldn't choke out the words

"If you were freshly born… how did you know who to hunt, how did you know every thing about them! But most importantly… why them"

"Because they had it coming!" she snarled, rage burning in her eyes. She seemed to be panting out of so me form of mental exhaustion, a few seconds her eyes widened as she realized what she had said

He couldn't help but let out a small internal chuckle as she had all but confirmed his theory "they had it coming huh?... now, what did they do?" for the first time their eyes met fully and he stared into her soul, she knew he knew and she was panicking "this couldn't have anything to do with the reported rumors could it?... the ones mentioning words such abuse and bullying"

He knew he was likely doing this in a way that most therapists would frown upon but who cares at this point "do you know the main cause of dissociative identity disorder?" he looked at her, not letting her gaze escape his

"Please stop…" he didn't expect tears to form in her eyes or for her to look at him with an expression that was practically begging him to stop but he pressed on

"it's generally the result of abuse, neglect or trauma during childhood… not through gaining superpowers"

It was almost like a pin drop went off in the room, as Alice slump her shoulders and seemed to be curling up, trying to hide

"you've been around much longer than anyone thought… haven't you" he said as softly as he could, not trying to hurt her, just talking now "you were never just killing… you were avenging"