Round Two

[lynx]

Now he knew the other was bullshitting. The smile was in place, and his eyes were open, the gaze now showing why he was such a good therapist. He could read people mostly like a book.

Hands placed under his chin, folded. "...Now, Xander. I'm going to tell you something about me. I know what you're lying; I have a 'gift', so to speak, with people. I can tell most of the time when someone is lying to me, and when someone is telling the truth. Your reasons for lying are your own... but I believe you are because you fear the truth. That hand is one of the reasons behind your mindset of being a werewolf, isn't it...?" His voice purred like a cat's.

He then shifted slightly, to be more comfortable. "Now tell me why your hand is involved... Was that were... the changing bite took place?" He had just finished reading all about werewolves last night! He knew there had to be a place where the other was bitten! Was it that hand?

[.xander;;]

the confident face, the self-assured voice, the ease in his actions and his words. it irked xander. the growl grew louder and the werewolf bared his teeth threateningly. if he was goaded enough, not even the wall would stop him. katze needed to know that.

you can only tell i’m lying because i’m obviously bullshitting you, he scrawled crossly. and it isn’t a mindset. it’s real.

don’t you know anything about werewolves? by now he was trying desperately to distract katze from the truth. biting is so hollywood. what about rituals, being born on christmas, wolf hide belts, magic salves? really, katze. do some research before you go around making assumptions.

[lynx]

Katze was still smiling, still kind, but the eyes... they showed kindness, but they showed Katze's genius. He knew distractors when he heard (or read) them. "Xander, you are bullshitting me and trying to distract me. That hand was where you were bitten, wasn't it?" Ahhh, there was the arrow upon the target!

He shifted once again. "...Now you're going to tell me what happened on the day you recieved your bite, and we'll be here until you tell me the truth."

[.xander;;]

the growl cut off. his mouth closed. the expression xander took on was strangely calm, especially considering katze’s diligence. so there was no distracting him. that wouldn’t work. so he was clever enough to figure out for himself that it was a bite, and on xander’s left hand. so what?

blue-green eyes narrowed spitefully. what the fuck makes you think you’re so special? why do you think i’ll just hand over everything you want?

[lynx]

The side of Lynx that made him a great therapist was showing. There was a buisness side to this man, it was overly-sweet and happy, but it was serious in a way. He shifted once more in his chair, his head tilted slightly.

"You're scared to relive the events that took place when you were bitten, aren't you? That's why you keep avoiding the subject with both distractions and crass words. Now... Just tell me what happened the day you were bitten. I want every single detail."

Lynx was ignoring the other's questions, until he got his answers.

[.xander;;]

the therapist’s sweetness was bugging him. a lot. how was it even possible to be that sweet and that serious at the same time? and they called xander a freak. the lycanthrope continued to glare at his psychiatrist, eyes goring into him. there was no way he’d willingly remember that night. not even katze could make him.

i’d rather be locked up again, he wrote with a scowl.

[lynx]

There was a reason that Katze was quite respected among his peers, even with his ridiculously happy nature.

"You are trapped, Xander. Until you... talk. We're going to stay here for as long as it takes." If not going to serious him out of it, there was always the way of keeping a dog caged until he learned a lesson.

He took out a werewolf book. "So, you transform into a beast fully at the full moon, and of course you're more modernized and can transform at a trigger, correct? So, you had to be bitten at the time of a full moon to actually be a werewolf. So--what day were you bitten? And what did it? Another wolf, or a feral dog?"

[.xander;;]

it looked like katze was just as stubborn as he was. whatever. the only other place he had to go was a padded room. what was his rush?

at the sight of the gruesome cover image of the book lynx brought out, xander froze. he felt the wolf rippling just under his skin, but his fear outweighed the beast and his eyes flew tightly shut.

put that thing away! he wrote immediately. xander was such a talented writer that he could do it nicely even with his eyes closed! i don’t transform under a full moon, and it wasn’t a dog or a wolf, it was a fucking werewolf!

[lynx]

"If you talk, I'll put the book away..." Ah, so it was a feral dog. The other's mind had warped it into a werewolf... What was triggering all of this? What was the key factor that broke Xander... Was it a cry for help? A need for something...? What factors in his life had caused Xander to be this way?

Abuse? Neglect? Molestation? Abandonment? Malnutrition? So many factors in the past had caused such reactions. There were ten cases he had looked over, three from abuse, four cries of attention, and three abandonments. It had to be one of these reasons! What was it?!

"...Tell me about the day the werewolf bit you."

[.xander;;]

hell with that. no way he was going to talk. that had already been established. nothing the therapist could dish out would be terrible enough to get him to talk. he wouldn’t break to that point, but he could stick crack. but he would never let himself shatter. not for katze, and probably not for anyone. even thinking about that night terrified him.

leave me alone, he wrote weakly. he forgot to erase what he had written previously and wrote this directly on top of it. his eyes were still closed, but his cringe went from angry to pained.