Psychosis

Chapter 13- At The End Of The Day

Isabel looked at the man sitting across from her, and though she should, she felt no fear. Her partner said that they had met men like this, but they really hadn't. This man was one of, if not the most prolific serial killer in American history. And she was sitting right across from him. Her friend was nowhere to be found, as she was too scared to face the man Isabel now was. She wondered what he would have to say, and what sort of information she would be able to get out of him, if she could get anything. This wasn't going to be easy, but easy wasn't her style. She was ready to face whatever he threw at her. She opened one of the multitudes of files she had on him, reading the name over and over again. Frank Breitkopf.

"Do you know what the name Isabel means?" he asked suddenly, and Isabel looked up from her file, not quite making eye contact.

"I can't say that I do," she answered curtly, and he laughed, an emotionless laugh that confirmed what he really was in Isabel's mind. A murderer. That's all he ever was, and all he ever would be. There wasn't anything- or anybody- that could tell her differently.

"You do know how lucky you are to get to speak with me, right? You do understand that I'm currently dead, right?" he asked her, and while she was shocked, not having known that fact before, she didn't show it. He... he was dead? How? That was the thing with Frank. Isabel had heard the stories about him. How no one could catch him. How he continued to elude police, and how he even eluded the FBI. She had heard the story of how BAU member Jason Gideon had Frank cornered, but he managed to get away with his "love", Jane, by holding a group of children hostage. Even after that, he couldn't be found. So how was he dead?

"Really? When and how did that happen?" Isabel asked, not sure if she even wanted to know the answer.

"Jane tried to run from me, but I got her back. While I did, I killed... oh, let's see... a friend of Jason's and someone else. You do know who I'm talking about when I say Jason, right?"

"Jason Gideon, member of the BAU. Yes, I know who ye're talking about," Isabel answered.

"But it was Jason that cornered me again. Just when he thought he had me, Jane and I chose to die rather than have me be captured. Did you know trains are a remarkable way to die?" he asked, and she shook her head, looking back down at the file. "Do you want to know what the name Isabel means?"

"Excuse me?"

"I asked, do you want to know what your name means?" he asked again, and Isabel looked at him with curiosity, not sure what kind of game he was playing. What was it with him and names? She wasn't sure whether to humor him and say yes, or to say no and continue trying to figure out what the hell to say after that. Maybe it would be best if she said yes, as that would keep the conversation going. "I believe that names have a certain... foreshadowing of what our life will hold. After all, I'm Frank, with the name being Germanic, third century, which was derived from the name of a type of spear. I wonder what kind of aspirations my parents had for me. What about you, Isabel? What aspirations did your parents have for you? Have you thought to ask them?"

"I haven't. Now, are ye going to tell me something useful, or are ye going to babble on about names?" Isabel asked, annoyed, and Frank clacked his tongue, shaking his finger at her.

"Patience is a trait that a potential FBI agent must learn, is it not? I happen to know a lot about patience. I could tell you a thing or two. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Miss Isabel?" he asked, and Isabel sighed, knowing she was getting nowhere.