It's the next day and I'm prepping my questions for what I should say to Francis. I need to get through to him and get more or any information about him to see if he has anything he was willing to share with me.

I'm sitting in the meeting room I was seeing him in and still wondering what I should say first.

So first I was just going to ask him what he used to do and-

The alarm disturbs my thoughts, signalling that the session has started. The door slowly creaks open, and I see Chris appear then Francis, one with a smile and one without one.

I assume you know who wasn't smiling. Nonetheless, I gave a small grin to both of them before Chris walked out and once again I was left alone with the most wanted gang leader in the country.

Letting out a sigh, I started going through my pages wondering what I was going to ask him, the only topic that I had so far was asking about his past again.

I take a breath before trying to speak confidently.

"I would like to ask you again; would you like to tell me about the start of your life?" I said calmly and finally look up from my file, to see Francis's eyes wandering on my neck before snapping back to my gaze as soon as I finish speaking.

It's silent after. He stares at me as if contemplating something and I could feel my nerves unravelling.

"So?" I urge.

He let out a grunt and a scowl covered his face. "If I comply, will you be quiet?" He spat and I nodded eagerly, making the frown deepen but his face chilled as he starts.

"I was raised in a lab- illegal- where people created monsters like me, but most failures that died. Day and night they would plunge needles into me, it didn't matter whether conscious or not. They modified my abilities and looks, teaching me how to fight to make me some sort of weapon for the country. But unfortunately for them, they didn't count on how powerful they would make me, and they are the ones that drove me to break out."

He stops with a huff, and I could see his shoulders tighten as he thinks back to the events. I put my pen down, which draws his attention, and fold my hand in my lap.

"I'm very sorry you had to go through that," I said softly and he nods stiffly.

Another wind of silence blows over us and the light mood that used to be here was long gone.

My lips thin as I skim through my documents of potential questions, trying desperately to talk about them, not wanting to waste valuable sessions like these.

"And this is what drove you to your vengeful motives?" I ask suddenly, the words slipping out of my lips, startling even myself.

"Of course." He answers without hesitation, only chills in his voice.

I write that down, as I had for the previous session, noting all of his movements

"Tell me your story," he said, making it sound like demand and when I look up, he was still staring and me and searching my eyes, making me look away and my finger tighten around my pen.

"No. Because I'm the one who's supposed to be asking you the questions." I said in a stern voice, but I don't think that had much effect since he just scoffed and leaned back on his chair. I cleared my throat as I finally decided on what to ask.

"And what was your life like?" I asked in a soft tone trying to lighten the mood, but he didn't move, and it took him at least 2 minutes to respond.

"Bloody," he said without another thought and in a humorous tone, sending a 9shiver down my spine.

"And what was your end goal?" I asked

He looked at me and everything that was in his eyes vanished and they looked empty. "To make sure that all those that made me feel pain but a thousand times worse" he hissed and there was a sudden flash in his eyes. Anger, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

I put my notepad down on the table nervously, not knowing what to say next. I could feel him staring holes at me, but I couldn't bring myself up to look at him. I had to admit it was scary working with the man, but I couldn't give up on this job.

I fiddled with my fingers as my mind was a blur with thoughts, but I was brought out of them when I nod my head up and see Francis leaning over the table, eyes locked on the papers and head slightly tilted to read it.

My eyes shoot open wider, and I snatch the sheets away from his view, making him tilt his head to look at me and cock an eyebrow. He looked up at me and gave me a smirk making me sit up straight and make sure he didn't think I was a coward. He nodded his head to himself and leant back on his chair but caught himself on the edge of the table with his foot when he was about to fall.

"You're interested in my wings?" he says, making me look to my papers, counting all the questions about his wings, watching them pile up and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

Not looking back at the criminal, I nod my head slowly and a light chuckle is heard from his side. He sways in his chair, looking at the window, which he seemed to always longingly look at, making me wonder if he would want to spread his wings again.

"With the wings, it's a must that I'm taller and skinnier, with a thin and light bone structure so that I can carry myself in the sky, aerodynamic and shit," he said, though I couldn't bring myself to correct him on his language.

"Will you talk now, Angel?"

Angel.

I gave him glare at the nickname but ignored it. For this time at least. "Talk about what, Francis?"

"Backstory?" he sighed annoyed at my bluntness, raising an eyebrow. I looked down and started to fiddle with the pen I was holding.

"Why are you so interested anyway?" I mumbled, which he sadly heard.

"You seem young to be in a job like this," he asked tilting his head so he could get a better view of my face, which was facing the floor.

"A leap of faith?" Without looking I could see the arrogant smirk on his face and grind more jaw together from the usage of my own words.

You have to take that leap of faith...

"Well, I was raised by loving parents." I smile at the memory of their blurry faces "They were kind and taught me the good of the world. They didn't force me to do anything even with my more developed mind; until they died in a car crash." My voice comes out hush in the end and I could feel my heart race. "That's when I met my foster mother."

I realised I was shaking and took another small breath to stop myself from shaking, and I gave a wavy smile to Francis, which he just returned with a stare at me with sorrowful glare... I think; it was hard to tell with the cold expression engraved on his face.

I let out a nervous laugh and tried to change the subject. "So! Time's nearly up! Want to do anything else?"

But all he would do was stare at me, my eyes flicked to his wings which were moving oddly but I dismissed it as the ringer went, signalling that it was time for him to leave. Chris entered through the metal door and grabbed Francis's shoulders, forcing him up off his seat.

I could tell he never like to be manhandled and dealt with it because it was the best option instead of being beaten up to obey. I never liked the tactic, but Chris always said that 'it was the only way.' Which I found stupid. I exited the office with the two and waved them off as I went to my office, but as I looked back one last time, I could still see Francis's eyes on me. So, I quickly looked back as I turned the corner.

It was a repetitive thing he would do; stare as if he was noting down every detail of me. I let out a little grunt but soon regretted it as I saw two brown eyes and raised eyebrows.

I groaned more but got stopped by an index finger being pressed on my lips.

"Quiet. All I want to know is what's got you so grumpy- was it from Francis?" she said in a whined voice making me scrunch up your voice.

"None of your business Keisha!" I joked making her pout and I tapped my nose. "Confidential and you know that"

We both walked to the office and talked about reoccurring illness diagnoses, to see if we can help any inmates. As we parted I sat down at my computer and opened my searching browser.

After thinking for a few minutes and pacing mentally I started typing.

Today is the day that I finally get a break from Francis. Yes, I love and cherish all my patients the same, but God, he was something else!

As I walked down the hallway to the appointment with Alex that was scheduled.

I'd scanned the papers that I have made on him that record, when he has had sudden anger outbursts, happened about every day of the week, and that day coincidentally happened to be today.

Arriving at my appointed room, I saw that the security guard and Alex was already there.

"Oh, sorry I'm late! Caught up with work!" I explain with an apologetic smile and the security guard smiles as he seats Alex.

But the prisoner didn't even look up or do anything to gesture a greeting, all he did was sit there, and I don't know if it was just a shadow, but I could defiantly see some darkness looming over him.

"So! Alex, how is your day? Any out of the normal emotions?" I ask cheerily.

Instead of getting an answer, Alex keeps his mouth shut. His back was already hunched, and his neck bowed so I couldn't see any of his facial expressions.

I didn't want to push him anymore, since he was probably already in one of his bad day breakdowns. I kept the room silent and started writing in my booklet of assessments I have set up for him and how we can lower the harm that can be caused by these breaks of emotion.

The pen I had was loud when I wrote notes down. It clicked on the page as I lifted and placed the pen down on the page, and since nobody else was saying anything else, the only thing you could hear was the writing.

It last for a full minute before I heard an annoyed scoff leave the man's mouth.

I stopped the writing and sceptically looked up from the clipboard to see that his head was now raised so that I could see a disgusted scowl on his face, staring me straight in the eye.

"Alex," I started but was cut off by the surprise of seeing Alex lunge at me, hands stretched before his body.

Jumping over the table, he knocked it over with a loud clang and pushed me down, so I was flat on the floor before getting on top of me and circling his hands around my throat, roughly and squeezing together tightly, cutting off all the air that I had in my body.

"Has anyone ever told you how fucking annoying you are!" He yelled furiously with a scowl on his face, pushing the back of my head on the floor further, making me gasp in pain.

My hands were scratching at his franticly, trying to get him off me, and that's when I remembered that the emergency button was in my pocket.

I quickly pressed down on the red button and the door immediately slammed open. Alex was thrown off me and restrained with his stomach and face pushed to the floor, his hand quickly being cuffed. I shoot up from my position, breathing in the air that I had completely lost and rubbed my hands on my neck which probably now had a bruise on it from the rough contact.

Chris had already appeared and helped me up off my knees as I coughed, and Alex was taken out of the room whilst yelling that I deserved it.

None of it affected me emotionally though, I know he didn't truly mean it, it's not his fault he was born into such a horrible environment for a child to grow up in and I'm not going to start blaming him for it.

Chris helped me go to the nursing office as I did get a bruise, and needed to cover it up since it wasn't appropriate to be showing off in a workplace. I had the choice to go home, but I didn't want to ditch my priorities and I had promised that I was going to go to the new cafe down the road with Keisha. She would be distraught if I told her I couldn't come.

As I exited the office, I thanked the nurse for the fifth time and walked out into the lonely hallway, as Chris had already left since his day of work had ended.

The click of my hill was disturbed by another pair of feet running toward me, as they stopped in front of me, I could see that it was an older male that was out of breath, it seemed that he was in a rush. But as soon as he saw me he stopped.

"Ah! Dr Rider, just the person I was looking for!" he said with a tired smile, and I returned the greeting with a polite nod.

"Mrs Carol informed me that she would like you to have another session with Francis today so that you can get more progress since she noticed that you don't have any appointments with any other prisoners," he explained in an apologetic tone.

Maybe I should've taken that day off. "Of course! Tell her that I'll have one scheduled at 12:30!" I said through gritted teeth. Great! So much for a Francis-free day.

The hours passed by quickly and before I knew it, I was in my chair, waiting for Francis to be brought in.

Three,

Two,

One-

BEEP!

The sound echoed around the room but was stopped by the metal door clanging open and Francis appeared with his devious smirk, but it quickly fell as he laid his eyes on me.

As Francis was seated, the guard bowed a little before exiting the room, leaving me and the supernatural man alone in the room.

Preparing my notes, I saw that he had his eyes trained on my neck, which had been covered by a bandage, but before I got the chance to explain it, Francis questioned me.

"What happened to your neck?" he said coldly, sending a shiver down my spine.

"A patient had an outburst," I answered cautiously, not knowing what he intended with that information would be.

His jaw became tight, and I could see an angry glint in his eye. "Who?" he demanded

"Why?" I challenge him instead, but he persisted.

"Who."

"We're supposed to be focusing on you here, Francis. This is precious time." I said strictly and dared to make eye contact with him.

A rude scoff was heard on his side making me cock my head, annoyed.

He stares at me furiously and the more I look at him, I feel drawn to him.

"Alex. Why?" I answered but repeated my question from before, but he just nodded his head tightly and looked back at the door.

"Never mind," he said looking back at me with a completely different facial expression. Happy.

The sudden change of emotions makes me perk up and I scribbled down notes of his behaviour in my book, then continued as if it was still the start.

"Okay, onto today's session we will be..."