[ CW ] Just like there are genders , write a story where about half of the population consists of psychopaths .

`` You're 27 already. You should think about settling down.'' They chirped through the receiver wedged between Marty's shoulder and ear. The windows of the kitchen are blacked out with newspapers. 
 
 `` I'm too busy, Mom. I'd have to take them out and eventually move in with them...'' Marty drones on, idly making lunch. 
 
 `` Marty, I want grandchildren when I can actually enjoy them and not when I'm bound to a wheelchair like your grandparents were.'' Again, bringing that up. Ca n't everyone see that 27 is the prime age for much better things in life than finding a nice civilian to settle down with? 
 
 Two sandwiches fit onto the plate Marty takes to the living room. 
 
 `` I just want my little psychopath to be happy with a civilian, is that too much to ask?'' 
 
 `` Just- Mom, you're a civ. You'll always be one. Sometimes a path is n't looking for a civ at all times...'' Civilians just do n't understand. Especially parents. They just want to have everyone in neat little pairs so that with every comment from a psychopath comes an editing comment from a civilian. 
 
 `` Alright Marty. I hope your accomplice has a fun birthday party.'' And like that, the line goes dead. Marty sets the phone on the coffee table. A single sandwich is picked up. 
 
 `` Your mom telling you to get an accessory still?'' Questions Doug, lurking in the doorway. As far as Marty's mom knows, just a path Marty's rooming with. 
 
 ``'Just does n't understand I'm more of a co-conspirator kind of path I suppose.'' A sinister smile creeps up Marty's face until it spreads to Doug's. Their laughter, hollow and chilling, fills the room. It eventually dies down until it is just them both and the civilian stapled above the fireplace.
