Beyond sat, head down, smirking as the guards walked into his cell. His bland, white, padded cell.
When he was convicted B wasn't put in a prison, no he was put somewhere far worse. Beyond Birthday was put in an insane asylum. That's right, an insane asylum. B had laughed like mad when he had heard the verdict. The fools! As if an asylum could hold Beyond Birthday!
Well, as it turned out, an insane asylum could indeed hold Beyond Birthday.
Damn.
So B had forgotten to accumulate the strait-jackets into his escape plan, big deal! And the fact that they gave him plastic eating utensil's didn't really help much either.
Though B had to admit, the guards could certainly give a few serial killers he had heard of a run for their money. It wasn't that they actually killed inmates, no, that would arise to much suspicion. A perfectly healthy, well physically healthy at any rate, middle aged man dropping dead.
You do the maths.
Not to mention the fact that the asylum warden would have a spaz attack if he found out about said brutality. And that's why he guards would work the prisoners over in the dark of the night, when all other staff had gone home.
The only people who had the slightest inkling as to what went on at night were the night receptionist, the janitor and the night surgeon.
So then how did this all remain unnoticed? Well simple, the receptionist was a fat, ugly bitch, who's highlight of the day (or rather, night) was coming to work to perve on the bulky bastards, she would be ever so upset if something were to happen to one of her poor victims, so the bitch learned to keep her fat, ugly mouth shut.
The janitor, ah the janitor. Poor old Rusty had his own problems to deal with, like his wife of thirty-five years suddenly dropping dead of cancer. Ah poor Shirley, apparently she had been living with it for over six years, silently fighting her losing battle. Poor old Rusty, it had come as such a shock, apparently she hadn't had the heart to tell him of her cancer. Ah well life goes on.
And the night surgeon? Well there's really no delicate way to put it. He was the sick fuck that supervised the beatings. He was a sadistic peace of shit. That and B was pretty sure the asshole was on crack.
B looked up and grinned at the night surgeon, his eyes glinting with malice and hatred.
"Ah, good evening doctor, that time of night again?" Beyond asked, his eyes meeting those of the grey haired doctor.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha, why beyond, your sense of humour never ceases to amuse me," the doctor nodded his head ever so slightly and the nearest guard slugged B.
B groaned and winced. "That all you got?" he asked, spitting out blood and laughing manically.
Beyond growled as he was hauled from his spot on the chair and thrown to his knees. B cursed in his mind. The thing that really bothered him was the fact that the bastards were to cowardly to even let him out of the strait-jacket to try and defend himself.
He winced again as he was kicked in the ribs, sudden pain erupted through his side. B gasped and gritted his teeth. He let out another manic laugh.
This time though, his laugh was joined with that of the doctor.
"Ah, Beyond, Beyond, Beyond, when will you ever learn? Work him over good and proper boys!"
Doctor Harper sat at her dining room table, looking over the papers again. Because good, old doctor O'Malley was retiring, the warden saw fit to give doctor Harper doc O'Malley's patients, well it was really only one patient. Beyond Birthday.
Doctor Harper sighed again, it wasn't that she had a lot on her plate, in actuality she had very little to do, it was just that her only patient at the moment was being released on Tuesday and she would miss him dearly. Yes she was well aware of the dangers of getting emotionally attached to a patient, especially in a profession like hers. And anyway, it wasn't really Smithy's fault he killed all those people, he was brainwashed as a child by his evil bitch of a mother.
Harper reached up and released her shoulder length hair from the secure clip, letting the chocolate brown locks fall free. She adjusted her glasses and reading more about Beyond Birthday.
Apparently he was somewhat stubborn. He was also behind the looked room murder cases.
Damn.
Ah well, being a psychiatrist working in a mental asylum had its ups and downs
SOOOOO, whatdya think?
Mello: it was damn horrible
Me: you're a constant thorn in my side
Mello: that's what I aim for! ;)
Me: you have absolutely nothing to do with this story!
Mello: so?
Me: just shut up and do the disclaimer
Mello: Ubertron360 owns nothing though she does keep L under her bed, BB in her closet, me under her pillow, Matt in the games cupboard and Near in a cage