"I thought I was done with suffering." I stood in front of the mirror, which reflected me. "The guy who killed his parents. Why did I kill them? I achieved no peace in any of it. Violence only made things worse."
The brison buzz went off, signaling to all prisoners to head to the cafeteria. The automatic cell door opened, and people rushed out. I was hungry for freedom, to see the real world for what I was. I need to find my brothers. I am going to see my relative flesh somewhere out there.
"Ay, out of your cell 77-7, you need to eat toolive." Said the guard. Standing at the door, he held a truncheon in his hand, ready to use it on anyone who didn't follow the rules. Someone tried to run away, but was shocked with a taser, leaving a burn mark on him. People here are no joke; everyone does their job seriously.
I walked to the large room and sat at a table. Some people avoided eye contact with me, and I avoided eye contact with them. I don't want to start any fights or challenging looks with others, because I knew I would win and probably put myself into a deeper hole.
Around the place were a few gangs. The top one was the Matches, only five members within the group, charged with murder. They stared at me sometimes, like they seemed interested. Everyone knows what I did, because privacy didn't exist in custody.
One of them came over and sat across from me. He smoked a cigarette and blew it at my face. "You're Leon, right? The man who killed Noah and Tamm Parsey? Those rich bastards. A lot of people talk about you here, how you grabbed an axe and cut them. It felt great, didn't it?"
"No, it broke me badly. I didn't want to do that." I said. This guy is sick. "How did it feel?" That line makes my stomach turn in many ways.
"You can have a nice place here, in our group, with all the protection you need? We don't judge who you kill...damn, I poured gasoline on my mother in her sleep, then lit the bitch up. I watched her scream and burn alive." He smiled as he sniffed the air. "I can still smell cooked meat with all those blisters. It was nice to try a piece as well, like human bacon."
"Jeez, could you get any more fucking psychotic. Eating someone is nothing to be proud about. I don't care about your sick, twisted group. Get the hell away from me, before I mess you up." This man was a sick, cannibalistic psycho. I got up and tried to walk away.
"I never said I was happy about it. None of us grows up to be evil; villains are created when people treat them terribly as children. The kinder will grow into who they were treated as, but worse." He said.
"I'm leaving," I said.
He stopped me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I didn't say you had an option, buddy, you're a killer, you go with someone, or you go alone." He pulls out a small knife and holds it to my abdomen. "So what are you picking?"
I grabbed the knife fast and held it back to him instead. "Don't tell me what to do, I make my own choices," I said.
The guards watched the scene unfold and began to communicate on their devices. Then the guy smiled. "Or what? What are you gonna do if they are watching? ...No comeback, aye?"
"Hey, what the hell's going on over here?" He said as he held a stun gun in his hand. It was pointed directly at me. I dropped the knife and was sent back to my cell.
The man then walks away, saying one last thing. "You better watch your back, because trust me…people will stab it." The last thing I saw from him was an unfriendly smile.
They shoved me in and gave me a shock in my chest. They searched my body for any other weapons before leaving. I looked up at the ceiling, eyes closed, through the sound of footsteps and the smell of smoke.
I spent my time there for months, and turned 18. I would be visited by Dr. Lammy frequently; she tried to get me to speak, but I never said a word to her. She doesn't deserve my speech. I didn't care if I was sent to solitary after that, because I've been through a lot worse.
One night in my cell, I heard another inmate next to me; he spoke calmly and deadpan. "So...Leon Parsey. Are you enjoying life in containment?" He said.
"Don't call me that. They weren't even my real parents..." I said.
"Hey, I know you didn't mean it...the story went on that you claimed you did it to protect someone else, and yourself." He said. I sensed some sympathy in his voice; he sounded just like me, caring.
"Who are you?" I said. "They just tell everyone anything? Just as I thought, you have no privacy here, even from other convicts."
"My name is Callith Enix. You don't know me, but I share a similar story. I also killed two people, they were my mother and father, too. I didn't mean to do it...something made me, like I was being controlled against my own will, though I guess I could also take the blame for not fighting back." Said Callith. His tone hid some sorrow and pain.
"You know, many people who have taken a human life carry the weight of guilt on their shoulders?" Callith commented. "I can hear the guild in your voice. I carry it too, but not in a way I wish it were undone."
"What do you mean by that? I did it on purpose, and I feel like I wish it were undone." I replied.
"Don't lie, you know you want it to stay this way. They hurt you, didn't they...I heard you suffered there...every day must have been like hell. But you got attention from your quote on quote "Parents"." He said.
I will admit, he has the same amount of energy as I. "Why did you do it, Callith? What did they do to you, to make you kill them?" I said.
"Nothing. It's funny how humans think violence and revenge will make a difference. I don't feel like a human anymore, because being locked up behind bars makes me a zoo animal, don't you think?" Said Callith.
"What if we are something else, disguised as men? Something not cruel, but that truly can't understand how to feel alive yet?" Said Callith.
This was beginning to feel like a topic in philosophy. I can relate to this guy, even though I can't see him. Is there something divine about me?
"You take care, Leon. I feel that you have good in your heart...A black halo hangs above your head." Said Callith. That was the last thing I heard from him.
Suddenly, a few strange guys in tactical suits holding guns unlock my cell. They came in and took me out. When I got out, I got to see who I was talking to...he was so young like me...he even looked similar to me in a way. He's the guy I saw earlier; his hair was dark, mine was silver, silvery gray. He looked back and nodded to me to say goodbye.
A bag was put over my head, and I was put into the back of a truck. When I got inside, I heard her voice...Dr. Lammy.
"I give up on getting information out of you, Leon. You're being taken to C.C.P. It's called Cam Corporate Prison...in there, we punish people. You go in, and you don't come back out." Said Dr.Lammy.
"You can't do anything to me. No amount of pain will get me to talk." I said. I don't care what they want; I don't give others what they want because of a whip anymore.
"We're way past that, Leon." Dr. Lammy replied with a laugh.
The truck stops. I heard the back door open, they took me inside somewhere, and put the hood over my head. The building was tall, with five visible floors; each hall above had a glass wall with people locked up inside. On the floors were boxes of biohazards, and people in hazmat suits carrying cases.
It seemed like people were being tested here. I saw someone with their arms detached from their body. They were put in a bag, black and infected. This wasn't a prison...it was a lab.
"Here is where you will be staying for the rest of your life, freak." One of the guys said before pushing me into a room. I saw the outside through a thick, tinted glass wall. Everywhere were cameras and alarms. The place was very secure, ready to report any suspicious activity.
"You are pulling someone so sick here, you won't keep this secret for long. You hear me, people will find out!" I said.