Patient Name: Asuryon Tayakee(spelling from police report)
Date: 08/25/XX
Session No.: 1 (why do I bother numbering one-time-only patients?)
Session time: 50 Minutes
Additional Info: Patient is a John Doe with no known historical records, suspected child molester/killer, possibly insane, caution recommended

Notes/Exerpts

The case against the group that had been running the child slave ring is coming to a head and is bringing out perhaps the worst side in most people. In a matter of a few days since the warehouse incident, many of the suspects that had been taken into custody have 'squealed' on their accompises as a means of securing a fair hearing. This has led to a city wide search for the remaining members of the ring. Reports have not been clear on the matter, but a number of officers, suspects, and even kidnappees have been accounted as either severely wounded or dead. The whole ordeal is futhermore being exaserbated by public outcry, making the jobs of the police force and myself a tremendous hastle. Several puzzling factors have come into play since yesterday though: The presence of a masked vigilante at certain crime scenes(some suspect it is an android), and one peculiar liger who was found attempting to recussitate one of the lost cubs. The cub in question unfortunately didn't make it, and the liger was brought in for questioning in regards to the girl's death. Incident report has a few marks of utter nonsense and I'm pretty sure the police think he's nothing but a nut case. So naturally I was asked to analyze him, and hopefully get a strait story out of him. I don't know why, but I had a strange feeling from the very beginning... like I was never going to see this man again once it was over...

He was escorted to my office by Leitenant Jason Liveston(who I would have thought too busy for such a menial task at this time). His expression contained a mix of irritation and sadness as he was brought into my office, though I should note part of his face was obscured by the bangs from his mane. Oddly he seemed to only have hair coming down over the right side of his face, the other side looking oddly bald by comparison.

J: Here he is ____ ____. I hope you can figure him out.

The liger lit up upon hearing my name.

A: ____ ____? Haven't we met before?

I looked carefuly, but nothing about him seemed to stick out in my memory.

X: No, I'm afraid not.

He looked back at me suspiciously for a second then lowered his ears in embarasment.

A: Ah... yes, I've never met [i]you[/i] before. My mistake.

What did the emphasis on 'you' mean?

J: Whatever. Can we get on with this?
X: Um, Leitenant...

I gestured to the handcuffs on the liger's wrists, having only just noticed them.

X: Can you please remove those and leave?
J: I would rather not leave you alone with this nut job.
A: I thought we were here to let ___ say whether or not I'm nuts?

I gave Jason a stern look and repeated the gesture. He sighed and removed them.

J: I do this with reservations.

He turned to leave and the liger turned to follow.

A: W-wait, you need to say it again!
J: What?
A: You have to tell me I'm not needed any more!
J: Ugh, I don't have time for your insanity.
A: I can't stay here if you don't, I told you before! C'mon!
J: Fine! I don't need you! Happy?!

Jason slammed the door on his way out, leaving the liger behind.

A: Yes... thank you.

He turned back towards me and took the seat across from my desk. I was completely bewildered as to what exactly was the purpose of what just transpired, but I could tell he felt more relaxed now that the leitenant was gone.

A: Sorry about that, I have an unusual problem.

I recalled something from the police report, a bit where he said he was cursed to serve people who ask for his protection. Of course I don't believe in curses or witchcraft, it's all pure nonsense as far as I'm concerned. A mental condition that be undone with enough work, but as things stood I figured best to just play along for now.

X: So I've heard, mister...?
A: Acryon Teiake. Spelled A-C-R-Y-O-N T-E-I-A-K-E, for the record.

Something I'll need to correct later. I wonder if the investigator who questioned him even bothered to ask how it was spelled.

X: Acryon then. You are suspected of murdering a young girl named (withheld) who had been declared missing as of 4 weeks ago. As part of an ongoing investigation into the dissapearance of children and the crackdown to locate the members of the gang who have claimed to be kidnapping them, you are also suspected of being one of their numbers. Can you tell me if this is true?

He closed his eyes(or eye, I couldn't tell since his right eye was obscured) and turned his face away from me.

A: I don't know anything about a gang, but I... [i]did[/i] know the girl, and-

He opened his eye(s) again and looked strait at me.

A: -I am not the one who killed her.

He was sad and somewhat reluctant, but I could feel and see the honesty in him as he spoke.

X: What exactly was your involvement with miss (withheld)?
A: In simple terms; wrong man, wrong place, wrong time.
X: Elaborate please.

He leaned back with a groan raised a hand to scratch his chin, all the while he had an unnerved look on his face. He trurned his head up at an angle to stare at the ceiling, allowing me to catch just the barest glimpse behind his bangs at his other eye. I wouldn't be sure for a while, but I could swear I saw something red.

A: Uhm... I'm not sure where to begin.
X: How about when you first came into contact with her?
A: That's the problem... the way we met is, shall we say, unbelievable?
X: In what way is it unbelievable?

He turned his face back to look at me, a strange, thoughtful look.

A: Do you believe in alternate realities?

I've noted the possibility in passing, but I'm beyond believing that there's any way for anyone to physically move between realities.

X: In a sense, yes.
A: Well the thing is I'm a traveler... from an alternate reality. I know that's hard to believe, but it's actually something I've been doing for years, though not entirely out of intention. I just sort of go from place to place in whatever way is available to me, and more often than not I end up passing from one world to another. That's how I met (withheld), we sort of bumped into each other as I was passing into this world.

I like a good story out of my patients, but when I'm looking for truth, this type of thing tends to be an annoying road block. Still, have to press on and hope to make sense of it afterward.

X: So you were [i]passing between worlds[/i] right where she happened to be?
A: I know how it sounds, but I swear it was a coincidence! I didn't mean to pass into a place where I'd be seen, let alone be in her path as she was running away!
X: Running away?
A: That's what she told me.
X: What was she running away from?(as if I couldn't guess)
A: That man...

He slunk down in his seat, scowling.

A: I don't know who he was, but when I saw him running toward us with a gun in his hand in that tight alley... all I could think about was taking her away from that place. So I picked her up and ran.

The police report mentioned hearing gunshots before arriving on the scene, but no gun was found durring the investigation.

X: A rather bold move mister Teiake, to protect someone you don't know.

He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow while still maintaining his scowl.

A: Is it wrong to want to help others? Do I [i]need[/i] to know someone before I help them?! She was scared! The man had a gun!
X: There's no need to get mad Acryon-
A: Wouldn't you have done the same for her?

I don't know if I'd have grabbed her, but I probably would try to get her away from there.

X: I suppose I would, but back on topic: What happened next?

He shifted his gaze to the ceiling

A: I kept running. I heard the gun go off behind me, the man shouted several obscenities and (withheld) clung to me and cried. I can't remember how many turns I made between the buildings, but I eventually lost him for awhile. I think I stopped running once we found our way to an open area in the middle of... whatever building complex it was, I dunno. I had to catch my breath for a moment, so I let her go... well I tried to, she seemed content to cling to my chest and cry. I tried to calm her down, petted her head and tell her the bad man was gone...

The longer he spoke the more his voice began to weaken and his breathing became jagged. He stopped to recollect himself and sat up strait.

A: Sorry, I don't know why this kind of thing still bothers me after seeing far worse atrocities in the course of my travels. But I mean she was, what? Eight years old? Kids shouldn't have things like that happen to them! Yeah, I was fourteen when I lost my virginity, sixteen when I left home, lost my eye a year later... but I don't wish the kind of life I led on anyone else, let alone worse fates for those younger!

Well, now I know why he keeps half his face covered. It is a bit interesting that I have yet another cyclops to evaluate this soon after the last.

X: I understand you're upset mister Teiake, it was terrible what happened to (withheld).
A: Terrible is an understatement ____ ____. She's dead! I failed my duty to her!

Then the writer went on strike because it took three days to get this much done for something as inconsequential as this is!