Summary: Voices, they're everywhere, some everyone can hear, others just you can.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the SVU character.
His hands were shaking. They glistened a crimson red in the dusk sunlight. He dropped the bloody knife onto the steps. The voices were somewhat quieter now, no longer screaming instruction, commanding him to destroy the devil. He collapsed onto the concrete. By now his whole body was shaking. He curled up into a ball.
"He made me, I swear! I didn't do anything, I promise, I mean… I didn't, I didn't" He muttered, rambling to himself, staring at the knife, "I didn't, you have to believe me... He made me…I didn't, I didn't…"
Olivia was on her way home. It was the perfect evening; the sky was streaked with colours, pink, orange and purple. She heard someone say something. Stopping in her tracks, she turned and spotted the man curled up. She walked towards him.
"Excuse me, Mr…" She said gently tapping him on the shoulder.
"I didn't do it, I swear, he made me, he made me. I didn't… I DIDN'T!" He screamed jumping to his feet, picking up the knife so suddenly that Olivia jumped back a few metres to avoid getting hurt. He was shaking violently, waving the knife carelessly around. It forced Olivia to draw out her gun.
"Put down the knife." She said trying to keep calm, eyeing at the blood on his hands.
"I didn't, I didn't, I didn't!" He kept saying.
"Put down the knife Sir." She said once again.
"No, no, no!" The voices were back, telling him to stab the lady. 'It was the devil, stab her,' they said louder and louder. "NO, NO, NO!" The words managed to slip out of his mouth. He twisted his hand around, and stabbed.
What do you think?