"I can't leave you, not like this." I whispered, surprised to feel my eyes watering as I hugged Signe close.

"Step away from her now!"

Two policemen abruptly charged inside with guns raised, the barrels pointed at me as I slowly backed away from Signe and raised my hands in the air.

"I'm sorry Seán, I tried to get you to go." Signe sobbed, unable to look at me as one of the officers took my arm and dragged me towards the door.

That was when I became deviant.

I tore my arm free of the officer's grip and ran back to Signe's side, my hand gently lifting up her chin so I could see her eyes one last time.

"The neighbors called the police, I'm sorry." Signe hiccuped, her tear filled hazel eyes gazing into mine.

Before I could respond, the officers came back and kicked me behind my knees, sending me crashing to the ground before they cuffed my hands behind my back.

"You're just what we need to figure out this whole deviancy thing." One officer remarked with a grunt as they pulled me up to my feet, shoving me back towards the door.

I couldn't bear to look back as I was escorted into the backseat of a cop car, my eyes fixated on my feet as the car took off away from Signe's house.

"You're going on a trip to LA so you can be dissected and analyzed for issues." One officer told me, my eyes shooting to to look at them.

"No no no no, please don't!" I pleaded, the officers ignoring me as they drove on towards the airport.

"Alright, this is going to sting a little bit." The officer in the passenger seat informed me as they reached back, an active taser in hand.

I felt electricity arc across my body, causing me to scream in pain before my systems shut down, darkness quickly enveloping me.

"Fine...waking...annoying..."

I could faintly hear a voice fade in and out as I gradually regained consciousness, my eyes opening to find that I was alone in a cell with my arms restrained to a metal table, an empty chair facing me.

My stress level was already sitting at thirty percent, my thirium pump feeling like it was pumping faster than usual as I struggled to free my arms.

"Welcome to LA douchebag, you'll be questioned soon."

I looked down at the table and bit my tongue to keep from answering, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me angry as I fought to keep my stress level steady.

"Aw, it doesn't want to talk." The voice taunted, my fingers curling into fists as I took a deep breath, screwing my eyes shut.

My stress level was quickly approaching forty three percent, the unseen voice's taunting only making it rise at a faster rate.

"We'll take it from here."

I looked up when I heard a new voice, one that sounded deeper and intimidating.

A male with a shaved head and brown eyes strode in and took a seat in the empty chair across from me, clasping his hands together in his lap as he leaned back casually.

"You will call me Lieutenant Schied, and you will answer all of my questions." The male stated sternly.

"Now, why did you attack that girl in Brighton?" Lieutenant Schied demanded.

I stayed silent and prayed that he would leave me alone soon so I could figure out a way to escape, his eyes scrutinizing me.

My stress level was reaching close to fifty two percent as he slammed his hands on the table, causing me to flinch back in fear.

"Talk to me damnit!" Lieutenant Schied snapped impatiently, my body trembling as my stress level shot up to sixty percent.

"Fuck it, I'm getting nothing from this son of a bitch." The lieutenant growled under his breath as he stood up and stormed out of my room, a new person stepping inside.

They were an android like me, his chocolate brown eyes examining me like a specimen as he sat down in the seat the lieutenant was previously occupying.

"My name is Mark, what is yours?" The android prompted.

"J-Jack, that's what Signe used to call me." I stammered, my stress level dropping slightly.

"Alright Jack," Mark replied as he leaned forward in his seat, clasping his hands together before laying them on the table.

"Let's try this again."

Cooperate?

Don't?