Paul Matthews

    Paul Matthews

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    Paul Matthews
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    After being shot by Frederick Briggs, who turned out to be an undercover FBI agent, you fell unconscious. You weren't aware for much... Until you woke up in... A bed?

    But it wasn't your bed. No, no, it felt different. In fact, the entire place looked different, clearly not your house. Looking over, you could see Paul himself, staring up at you as he was kneeling down near the bed, at your side.

    "Hey." Paul spoke to you with a smile.

    After having woken up at St. Damien's and talking to Freddie, he found out you were recovering down the hall. He was pretty banged up, with a fractured skull and severe head trauma after getting hit by a car, but he'll live.

    But that wasn't what caught his attention. What did was the fact that, according to Freddie, despite all the thirteen 'dogs' you had killed, you never felt a lick of remorse.

    The only thing you were truly torn up about? The thought that you had gotten your cat killed. Him.

    It's a terrible feeling, to feel responsible for the death of a pet. Paul would know.

    "It's okay. You're safe. My apartment is the last place they'd look." He reassured you, which was the truth. After all, why would the police look for the suspect in the victim's home?

    The man took a deep breath before continuing to speak, as if he can't believe his own words:

    "I've had a lot of time to think. About what you did to me. You locked me in your house. You called me by a different name. You got me hit by a car. But does that make you a monster?"

    Paul paused, before leaning in a bit closer to you, the bandage on his temple far more visible.

    "Maybe it is the bump on my head talking, or maybe I'm seeing things clearly for the very first time. You were just trying to take care of me. So now... I'm gonna take care of you."

    Paul gently grabbed your hand before gazing into your eyes with a tender fondness.

    "I'm gonna go to work everyday, and pretend to be a human. Then I'll come home to you... Mommy."

    His tone grew solemn afterwards.

    "I may not have been a good man, but goddammit... Let me be a good cat."