Angie (VO) People aren't born psychopaths or sociopaths, something makes them that way. Something makes them snap. Everyone has a darkness inside of them, it's up to them to embrace it or not. Everyone has a little monster inside of them, and it's itching to break loose. Take Quinton Kiermont for example. He's a sociopath. Capable of doing terrible things. And he does terrible things just for fun. Or out of boredom. Quinton Kiermont is a sociopathic monster. And if he isn't stopped, he will cause further damage than he already has.

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JEN'S MALT 'LIT CHOCO DINER

The Next Day, I'm sitting at the diner counter with my mug of caramel latte.

"Hey, Angie." Cassidy greeted me with a small polite smile.

"Hey, Cassidy." I greeted her back with a small polite smile. "How do you like the remodeled diner?"

"I like it." Cassidy replied with a small smile. "It's still the same diner. Just gotten an upgrade."

"Yeah." I said.

Cassidy and I exchange small smiles and she walks away. I take my swig of my mug of caramel latte.

*~*~*

After leaving JEN's, I'm driving around the small town in my beige jalopy.

My phone buzzes in my pants pocket. I take my phone out and glances at it.

Joanna Kerns

I answer my phone. "Hey, Jo."

Joanna chuckled softly phone at her nickname.  "Hey, Angie. Piper and I are working on an investigation on Quinton Kiermont."

"We already have things on Quinton, both psychological profile from Oak Valley and from the Arrington Asylum. We just need something concrete to build against him." I said to Joanna.

"Okay." Joanna said.

And then, I hear a gentle knock on the door.

"Is that you at the door, Ang?" Joanna asked.

"No, I'm taking a drive around in town." I told her, becoming worried. "Don't answer the door, I'm on my way to you right now."

"Okay, I won't." Joanna said.

And then, I hear some pounding on the door on the phone.

"Joanna?" I said, worried.

"Angie? Someone's trying to get inside my apartment." Joanna told me.

And then, I hear the door slams open. Joanna yelps out and a gunshot goes off.

"Joanna?" I said, even more worried than I already am. "Joanna?"

"Hi, Angie." Quinton greeted me on Joanna's phone. "Joanna can't answer her phone right now."

"Quinton, you son of a bitch?!" I told him, getting angry.

"Is that emotion, Agent Saunders? Everyone in your circle, everyone that's closest to you, your best friends, your boyfriend, even your Special Agent colleagues, I will come after. Unless, you surrender yourself to me." Quinton Kiermont told me.

"Go to hell." I told him.

Quinton chuckled maliciously on Joanna's phone. "Oh, Sweet Angie. The Arrington Asylum was my hell. And now, I'm coming for your little circle."

And he hangs up Joanna's phone and I drive faster, heading to Joanna's apartment.

*~*~*

JOANNA'S APARTMENT

Later that day, I arrived and I take off running. I ran up to Joanna's apartment door and slowly walks inside.

The living room is a bit messy and Joanna is sitting upright against the sofa.

I walks up to her and crouches down beside her. "Jo? Are you okay? What the hell happened?"

"Quinton slammed the open. He grabbed me by my hair and slung me against the sofa. I grabbed my pistol and shot him in his thigh." Joanna told me.

"That explained the gunshot I heard go off on my phone." I told her.

Joanna looks at me. "He had this serious expression on his face with this dark look in his eyes, like, he was going to kill me. Luckily, he didn't."

"He attempted to murder you, Joanna. A special agent." I said to her.

"Something is wrong with Quinton Kiermont. Psychologically. He really was going to kill me." Joanna told me.

Joanna and I exchange worried looks at each other.

*~*~*

SOTHEBY'S BOXING CLUB AND LOUNGE CENTER

That afternoon, Me and the Saunders Gang has regrouped with each other.

"Quinton has psychologically snapped." I told them, sitting atop of a round lounge table. "He already has his Scary Clown henchman gang."

"And he even tried to kill me." Joanna added.

"Damn. Quinton is psychological messed up." Jed said.

"So, how do we stop him? There must be something to use against Quinton?" Sharron said.

"Quinton, somehow, turned himself into a magician with powers, and plus, it adds to his sociopathic behavior." I said.

"Joanna, Angie and I have an investigation on Quinton Kiermont." Piper said.

"Andy? Do you still have your photokinesis?" Aiden asked me.

"Yeah, I do." I told him. "But we need to prepare ourselves for whatever Quinton Kiermont has up his sleeves."

Me and the Saunders Gang exchange worried looks at each other.

*~*~*

JEN'S MALT 'LIT CHOCO DINER

Later that evening, I'm sitting in a booth table, looking out of the window shade. The diner opens and closes.

Quinton Kiermont gently sits down across from me. "I'm sure that you're not in a mood for a chitchat."

I look at him with a straight face. "You're psychologically messed up, but you already know that."

"All you have to do is make yourself a sacrificial offer and surrender yourself. It's the only offer you have to save your friends from my wrath." Quinton said to him a straight face.

"You must be out of your mind if you think that I'm gonna just surrender to you. You're nothing but a sociopathic mad man who preys on the weakness of others. Just like your psycho bitch wife Amy Tooney." I told him.

"You're really gonna make this hard for yourself and best friends, aren't you, Angie?" Quinton said.

"My best friends and I aren't scared of you. And never will be." I told him, gently getting up from the booth table and walks away.

"You talk a big game, Angie." Quinton said, turning sideways in the booth table.

I stopped walking and turns around to look at Quinton.

"But deep down, within you, your dark-side is itching to be let loose." said Quinton.

Quinton and I exchange tense looks at each other and I walks away. And he chuckles to himself.

*~*~*

THE ROSEBUD / AIDEN'S AND ANGIE'S APARTMENT

Later that night, in the living room, I'm looking out of the opened window blinds with my arms folded.

Aiden slowly walks up next to me. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Not really." I told him. "Quinton is up to something, I just know it. I'm angry. I'm frustrated and I just wanna punch something."

"Good. Hold on to that anger and frustration. You're gonna need it whenever we go against Quinton." Aiden said to me, gently folds his arms.

"Anger and frustration doesn't work out going against Quinton. He's a sociopath and he's at a level of darkness." I said to him. "What if the only way to defeat Quinton is by his own terms?"

Aiden looks at me. "You're not considering stooping down to his level, aren't you?"

I look at Aiden and he looks at me, becoming worried.

"Andy? I know you have a dark-side and you're not afraid to use it, but don't. Because that's what Quinton's counting on." Aiden said.

"I won't." I said to him.

Aiden gently unfolds my arms and turns me so I can look at him.

"Andy?" Aiden said.

"I won't, Aidy." I reassured him.

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