He hated nothing more than that...

The next day all were watching a movie in the living room. Not the best movie that they've seen but the chips and snacks were filling the empty spaces. Shawn was for example having fun by making bubbles with his chewing-gum. But Nolan on his side, had more pleasure to burst it than else. The redhead boy was unhappy in contradiction to the dark haired boy who gave him a naughty smile. As the movie continued, Nolan suddenly stood up from the couch and led to the kitchen. He wanted something else to eat. And what was better for him than something red. He grabbed strawberries in the boxes and put them in the mixer. But he didn't put the hood. Activating the mixer, the juice threw itself away on the walls and everywhere else in the kitchen. All turned to Nolan, surprised.

"Why did you do that?" Screamed Flora, confused.

"I don't know." Answered Nolan, covered in red, as if he had just killed someone.

"You really have weird attitudes sometimes." Replied the woman unhappy. "We have to clean your mess now."

Nolan kept his straight face. He was not caring at all. A part of him wanted to do it. So he did it. Why would he had to justify himself. They were doing things just because they wanted to, no? Why not him then?

****

At the Institut the results were satisfying Lynch. But as Ross looked at them, he frowned. Something was not okay for him. The man flipped through the pages fast, as making sure that what he just read was not real and more some sort of mistake. But he stopped. It was real.

"What the..." Mumbled the man with horrified eyes. "It can't be... I thought that... no..."

Ross stood silent. He put back the papers on the table before leaving the room in a hurry. On the papers few letters were visible: Sociop***

****

More than ten months have passed in total.

The end of the year was close, so was the end of this project. During the year, there were high and lows between the group. But mainly they got along pretty well. Even better than expected judging from Shawn and Iris love relationship. But since the beginning Nolan had always been the one outside of the friendship bubble. Despite his efforts, the quartet couldn't help but find few things weird. They tried to understand him but sometimes, there was no explanation at all. It was hard to do. Hard to accept. Hard to understand. Today, Nolan was at the library of the house, reading a book in peace. At the same time, Iris passed by when she noticed him.

"I never knew that you liked reading." She declared before the boy raised his eyes to her. "What are you reading?"

"It's talking about sociopath, he declared not bothered which shocked a little bit Iris.

"Sociopath... like the mental illness?"

"Mental illness? Is that so?"

"Well... it is considered as a mental illness. Maybe you didn't know--"

"I don't think it is." Replied the boy by looking back at the book.

Iris stood silent a moment. Everyone knew was sociopathy was about, at least the biggest parts of it. But also everyone knew how it was considered.

"And why are you reading this?" She asked, a little bit more curious despite her.

A quick silence took place before the boy's answer.

"I see myself in it." He answered a smile to the ears while Iris widened her eyes in horror. The woman was shocked and taken by surprise. Why would he said something like that? "Ah!" Laughed the boy. "You should see your face. I'm joking."

"That... that was not funny."

"That's because you're not funny." Replied Nolan harshly before leaving the girl. Iris watched him left the library, confused. She also started to doubt about him.

****

Soon after, Nolan found himself being in the kitchen this time. Eating strawberries that he pricked with a knife, the boy was enjoying his red meal. At the same time, Calvin passed by and noticed him. But at the right moment, Nolan was playing with the knife, making it turn in his hand.

"Be careful with that." Declared suddenly the oldest before the youngest turned to him.

"Why? You're afraid I might get loose of it?"

"It can happen."

"Chill, I'm just playing." Replied Nolan who continued to make turn the knife even more in his hand.

"Please Nolan, knifes are not a toy."

"You're right it's a weapon." Replied abruptly Nolan who pointed out the knife at Calvin. The boy widened, shocked by the words of his friends. "Ah, ah! I'm joking!" Took back Nolan with the biggest smile never seen on his face. But the oldest replied nothing, instead, frowning, he preferred to leave Nolan and go somewhere else. From his side, the youngest kept eating strawberries while fixing Calvin going away. Quickly his face changed and became darker. He hated people telling him what to do or not. 

****

In his bedroom, Calvin was sitting on the bed, trying to read a book to forgot what just happened with Nolan. Suddenly, someone knocked at his door.

"Yes?" Said the boy, turning to it. The door opened as Flora entered in the bedroom. She didn't close the door entirely after her entry as she rushed to Calvin.

"Flora? Do you need something?"

"We need to talk... about Nolan."

The oldest's face changed quickly. With what he just saw minutes ago, he was having a bad apprehension now.

"He... he's worrying me." Took back the girl. "He acts weirdly sometimes. More and more. But among being weird he is... sometimes even scary."

"I... I don't know, maybe this is just who he is? I mean, he's young. Maybe he's thinking that playing the scary guy is funny?"

Flora stood doubtful. For her, it looked like Nolan knew perfectly what he was doing. 

"Look." Took back Calvin. "The end of the project is near. I know that since the beginning you two didn't really got along and that it was complicated for all of us. But maybe just wait till the end of the project and after that... you'll never see him again."

The girl didn't answer. She was thoughtful. In a way, Calvin was not wrong. Less than two months were left with this project and nothing was forcing her to keep contact with Nolan if she didn't want to. But still. Something in her was telling her to be on the hook. We didn't know what could happen after all. But one thing was sure, Nolan didn't like what he heard. The boy, who was standing behind the door had heard everything. His face was neutral. But suddenly he frowned, gritting his teeth. At his wrist, his bracelet illuminated red, as his pulse became higher and higher. He hated nothing more than that.

****

At the Institut, Ross was working on his papers when a sudden alarm sound rang. The man turned to him screen but widened. He looked at Nolan's pulse indication.

"Oh no... Nolan..." Mumbled the man, as if he knew what was about to happen.