"Warden, there's been a fight between the general and the alien!"
BB set down his journal and began to make his way to the fight where he proceeded to hit the random prisoner Sears was fighting. Sears wasn't fighting Mistress.
"What are you doing lying to me?"
BB was putting up a good performance as his plan was in action. He had outsmarted the cleverest creature on the planet. He knew that if he sent Joey and Scott into the woods, they would've succeeded in finding ODETTA and killing the hunter. He also knew that when he left the journal at his desk, someone would've gone to it and look at his newest entry. That person, like any agent of Dials, would've taken the journal's treacherous news to Dials. Mistress, the mind manipulating creature she is, would've twisted the mind of one guard into thinking she's fighting Sears. Whilst BB and Sears were tied up, she would've stopped the agent of Dials dead in his tracks as he lost his only evidence. Dials would believe them and without evidence, he would look mad in front of the entire city.
"He's playing me."
"Pardon?"
Dials had figured some things out. He knew what those aliens were and who Mistress was. He knew all of them. He knew that she could cause hallucinations and pause people in place without them even knowing it.
"BB is trying to plan on escaping and throwing me out. He was always horrible at backup plans."
"What should we do?"
Dials wide eyes with dark bags hanging under them turned to the lackey.
"Dispose of him. Make it look like a riot."
Some days were bad, and some were good for Dials. Some, worse than others. This was a bad day. He truly wanted to love BB, but he knew that he was a monster deep down, just like him.
"Open the cells tonight. Give up a few razors and toothbrushes."
The agents talked to the prisoners and then gave them some goods, but little did they know they were overheard by a guard. That guard was Alexandria. She took a dagger from her pants leg and walked to the cell. Some time beforehand, she saw some crime scene photos of one of BB's victims and she decided to reenact it on those men. A show of loyalty to BB and a message to Dials.
"Where were you? You were late on those rounds."
"Bee, we need to talk."
"Please call me BB, also what do we need to speak about?"
Dials made her one of his pawns, or she found something. Knowing father, it's probably both. Both sat down in the lounge as Alexandria locked the door. BB didn't care about how she felt at the time, she only wanted to help him and to be allowed as a member of the family.
"Well, I caught some of the men who work for your father. I read a little bit of your file and made it in your file."
"Please. I don't like being reminded of my old life. Not a day goes by without me thinking of my old alias of the Appalachian Butcher."
She had small tears in her eyes. She didn't know how time consuming it was to cut them the way BB did. Though, he had experience as he had three victims under his belt before he got to the one known for being the one of which those crimes happened.
"Why did you do those things? Did you enjoy working on those things or something?"
If there's one very useful skill I would remove, it would be that one. I hate how useful it is.
"Madame, every day I think about who I am. Every morning, I think about what I did. But before that happened, I was a boy who worked under a thief. Dials may claim to be the world's greatest detective, but he was also his own rival as he took the codename of Blasphemous Bill."
"Where is this going?"
"Just wait. I was adopted by him as his heir to his empire. No woman would ever love him, so he had to adopt me. All the pressure was on me. I was starting training by predicting stock changes and watching crime documentaries. Then, one night, I left my room and fell down the stairs and found myself paralyzed as my father of sorts came in with a black outfit and had a box of goodies. I was left with a broken neck, and he intentionally made my neck repositioned so that way I could see I was below him."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"One night, I ran away. I couldn't have been older than ten when all I decided was to make it where if blasphemous Bill was caught, he would have the image of Dials. So, I took the name BB and became the man I am today. I wore his clothes and applied makeup. I only ate jam so that way I would lose weight and look as thin as him. Everyone knew me as BB, and when they found me, they would believe me to be Dials."
"How clever."
"Indeed."
"But why did you do it, like that?"
"I was simply experimenting with methods that I could use on Dials if I managed to escape capture. Which murder are you talking about?"
She hesitated. How can somebody so calm and collected be so... cruel? Maybe BB wasn't a killer but believed himself one. Or perhaps Dials made him think he was the killer.
"The third one. More like the third ones. The party is what your file called it."
"That was a rough time in my life, and it truly reflects. See, I chose people who are around my height, have my habits, and have my sense of style. After some time searching, I found out how to frame them and had them placed in a single prison. They all were placed in the showers at the same time. See, there's more than one reason for me to be the warden. I got myself a job as a prison guard and cut them to pieces. With a fake name and an itchy mask, seven men were found deboned with their faces having party hats attached to them."
She was disgusted. She had trusted this monster. He was smart and he was jher way out of the city. Dials had been harsh as a ruler because he made them work long hours and made them make others work long hours.
"Why did you do it so brutally?"
"I was bored."
"BB."
"Hmm?"
"What are we going to do? We're stuck here."
"I'll figure it out."
"I hope so."