Song: Set it Off - Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.

It's been a week since Michael arrived at Smith's Grove Sanitarium and he already was fed up with the damn place.

There was nothing interesting to do, no horror movies to watch, no little animals to torture and- well... sure... there was a bunch of annoying people that he would love to rip apart but he couldn't do that, most of the guards were three times his height and they could easily take him down if he tried to do something stupid, but perhaps he could-

"Michael"

The boy wakes up from his little train of thought to see Dr. Loomis looking at him with compressive eyes holding a pen on his right hand and a clipboard on the table filled with the little conversation that they had before Michael lost all interest in the interview.

He still doesn't understand why he was here, in his mind, he didn't do anything wrong, he just got rid of the filthy trash that was pestering his life.

"Yes?"

"Is there something you want to say before we finish this session?"

"When can I go home?" The little boy asked.

The doctor sighs before answering "I'm afraid that you can't go home any time soon"

Before he could say something else a bell rang announcing afternoon, the time that some patients were allowed to go around the courtyard as long as they were well behaved and of course, with the supervision of the guards.

"Tell you what" Loomis smiles "Why don't we go for a walk outside? You haven't been on the patio yet, right?"

"No, and I don't feel like going outside" Michael replied uninterestedly.

"C'mon boy, it'll be better than waiting in your room for your mother's visit"

Well, he has a point, the only time that he found tolerable in this place was when his mother came to visit him.

"Just a couple minutes, if you don't like it then you can go back to your room"

"You mean cell" Michael snappily replied with a frown on his face.

Loomis sighs "Right, sorry"

"Fine, just a couple minutes" he said getting up from his seat and looking at the doctor "Then I'll go back inside"

The doctor wasted no time in grabbing his stuff and getting up from his seat "Let's go"

Loomis walked through the halls with the younger boy walking behind him with a poker face while hearing their footsteps, the chatters between the nurses and the whining-crying of some patients.

'Lame' Michael thought while looking at one screaming patient.

They suddenly stopped in front of the big doors that leaded outside. In front of them, there was a line with a couple of patients with their respective nurse or doctor, when it was their turn, the doctor talked a little with the guard sitting next to the doors, the guard looked at Michael for a second and then proceed to write down his name on a notebook that he had on his hands giving a little nod to the doctor.

"Thanks" Loomis turned to Michael with a gentle smile in his lips "Are you ready?"

Michael just shrugged and waited for the doctor to continue, when the doctor opened the doors and let the young boy walk outside, he looked at his face expecting to see any kind of reaction but instead he got nothing from him.

Michael just walked around in the courtyard looking disinterestedly at the people as he sits down on one of the tables.

'This place is so peaceful, I hate it'

But then, a sound calls his attention, turning his head to the side he looked at the source of that sound.

On one table, under the shadow of a tree, he could see two persons, one of them was a middle-age man with a book on his hands and in front of him there was a young girl playing a violin with her eyes closed and a tiny smile in her lips. Michael didn't pay much attention to the... odd behavior of this two patients. They are acting like they aren't in at mental hospital.

But what called more his regard, was the fact that they didn't have nurses nor doctors with them like the others patients but there were two guards a couple meters from the table holding a shotgun.

"Who are they?" asked a very confused Michael to the doctor standing at his side.

"Oh, they uhm... they are the Lecters" Loomis said uncomfortably.

"Lecters?"

"Yes, well, Hannibal Lecter and (Y/n) Lecter" Loomis looks down at the young boy.

"Why do they have guards with them?"

"Because the head of the guards thinks that they are dangerous, Michael, let's talk about-"

"Dangerous?" Almost everyone -including himself- were dangerous. What is making them different of the rest? "What have they done?" he asked.

"Well-"

Before he could answer, the smooth sound of the violin stopped, they both looked at the so called dangerous people to see a nurse talking with the little girl.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but the song that you are playing it's making some patients nervous. Can you play another one?"

"How is Johann Bach making someone nervous?" the girl -which now he knows her name is (Y/n) - asked with a smile.

"(Y/n)" the middle-age man said with his eyes never leaving the words on his book "Perhaps, you should try Antonín Dvořák instead"

"Oh, alright" (Y/n) looked at the nurse beside her again "I'm sorry for disturbing the others residents ma'am"

"It's no problem sweetie, I should apologize for making you stop playing that beautiful melody of... John Back" the nurse said with loving eyes to the child.

"No, don't apologize to this little pest"

The nurse and the girl turned around to see one of the guards approaching them while the other Lecter didn't bother to look up from his book.

"You are doing your job and if this little shit is upsetting the others with her shitty violin then you should take it away" the guard said taking forcefully the violin from the girl and snapping the bow in two.

Michael noticed that the permanent smile on the little girl's face went away to be replaced with a frown for a second before smiling again.

"Dan! That wasn't necessary!" the nurse shouts-whispers at the taller man.

"Yes, it was. It was starting to annoy the living shit out of me" Dan said while throwing the violin with the now broken bow to the table and leaving to keep walking around the courtyard keeping an eye on the others patients.

The nurse rolled her eyes while turning around to face the little one "I-I'm sorry sweetie, I will make it up to you" she said nervously as she thought that the girl was distressed with the event. However she just smile sweetly at the old lady and speaks.

"It's fine ma'am, a-at least he didn't hurt me this time" she said looking down.

"He what?" the nurse kneels down to be at her level.

"O-Oh, it doesn't matter, please forget that I said anything" the girl looked at the older lady.

"Dear God" the nurse hugged the young girl which returned the hug "If he tries to hurt you again just come to me, sweetie" she pets her hair while breaking the hug and looking at her in the eyes "I will talk to the director about this, I swear that as long as I am here nobody will lay a finger on you"

"You mean it?" the girl said with hope on her voice.

"I do, here" the nurse checked her pocket and then handed a candy to the little girl "I will check on you later, sweetie" she kisses her forehead and gets up from her kneeling position.

"Thank you so much"

"No problem, sweetie" then, with a wink she leaves the table.

The girl proceeds to put the candy in the pocket of her pants standing up from her seat, ready to leave but before she could take a step, a hand lays over her head stopping her.

"Careful" the man said finally looking away from his book.

"Yes, sir~" (Y/n) said with a closed eyes smile.

The older man nods and raises his hand to dismiss the girl and kept reading his book.

Michael looked this whole scene with interest, even when he couldn't heard everything since he was a little far away from the place, he noted something mischievous on the glint of the eyes of the (e/c) eyed girl, as if she was planning something really bad.

On the other hand, Dr. Loomis couldn't help but write down this new side of Michael as the young boy's eyes never left the figure of the girl.

The young girl walked around the courtyard stopping sometimes to talk with the nurses that seemed to be enchanted with her presence and some patients that looked like the little one brings peace on their fucked up life.

But Michael wasn't easy to fool, he knows... he knows that something was wrong with her, her permanent smile and never ending kindness that she provided to the others.

She looked like the perfect example of the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.
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