A/N: The thought actually came to me after watching The Ward and reading this one fic that I can't remember the name of. This will be from Gilbert's point of view.
Another day, another dollar. That's what mein vater used to always say before he passed away. After that I dropped out of high school and became a guard on death row in the Rothenberg Prison down at the east end of the city. It was always quiet here except for the two or three prisoners we get every once in a while. Though, this year was especially different. We have 20 inmates occupying nearly all of the cells.
"Open the gates! We have another prisoner on the way!"
Hasan and I follow our Officer's instructions and open the section's gates to let the car through. Huh, they took the armored car today. I wonder why. The both of us go over to the iron double doors and pull them open as Christian and Wolfi escort in the new prisoner. We close the doors and follow them to the cell.
"Hey, Wolfi, why does he have a bag on his head?"
"Hasan, what have I told you about calling me by my first name? And he has a bag on because even though he's drugged he is still a highly dangerous serial killer."
We never get serial killers here. I walk over to the blinded prisoner and remove his bag much to the protest to my coworkers. Standing there is a blond haired man, no older than 20, with these bright violet eyes and a face so innocent that it was impossible to believe he could have killed a fly, let alone multiple people.
"What's his name?"
He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by Christian.
"Prisoner J-17. We are to call him that and nothing more."
Prisoner J-17 quickly shuts his mouth. I could see the fear within his eyes and he was visibly shaking. There was no way he was a serial killer.
"Where did you guys pick him up from?"
"Rothenberg Mental Facility."
I decide not to ask any more questions and go on my way back to the office. Before I am even halfway down the hall I can hear banging and screaming. I quickly turn around and see J-17 yelling and strangling Hasan.
"Fuck the law! I kill when I want to kill! You can't stop me!"
"Shoot him Wolfi! Shoot him!"
"Hah! Just try to shoot me boy!"
I quickly grab my baton and run over behind the prisoner, whacking him over the head. Everything was silent as Hasan got the prisoner off his back and they dragged him into the cell.
"Hasan, Christian, I want his records."
"Yes boss."
"Right away sir."
I take the keys to the cell and lock it up tight. The limp body on the floor looks so frail. I don't understand anything right now. I sigh and walk back down the aisle to my office.
"Gilbert? I have the prisoner's records you asked for. I couldn't help but read them. But sir, this man is ruthless and has no heart."
I grab the thick folder and gesture Hasan to leave the room. Once he leaves I begin to read.
Total Victims: 12
Matthew Williams' first victim was 12 year old Peter Kirkland. He was strangled to death by a fishing line and found on the side of a river.
His second and third victims were 32 year old Yao Wang and 27 year old Kiku Honda. They were run over repeatedly by his car in the middle of the night.
Victims three, four, and five were 23 year old Francis Bonnefoy, 20 year old Elizaveta Héderváry, and 22 year old Roderich Edelstein. They were all found gunned down in Mr. Edelstein's home.
Victim number six was 30 year old Ivan Braginsky. He was found strangled to death by his own scarf.
Victims seven and eight were 25 year old Natalia Alfroskaya and 24 year old Katyusha Braginskaya. They were found with both of their throats slit with a serrated blade.
Victims nine, ten eleven and twelve were 47 year old Marina Williams, 52 year old Mark Williams, 18 year old Alfred Jones, and 21 year old Arthur Kirkland. Mr. and Mrs. Williams were found gunned down in their kitchen. Mr. Jones and Mr. Kirkland were found in Mr. Jones's bedroom each stabbed repeatedly with the family's kitchen knife.
Matthew Williams was finally arrested on October 13th at his family home after frantically calling 911, informing them of the death of his parents, brother, and family friend. When authorities arrived at the scene he was sitting in a pool of blood clutching the knife in one hand and a bloodied stuffed near in the other muttering to himself. He was then excluded from the trial and promptly put in Rothenberg Mental Facility for the Criminally Insane.
After I finish reading the report I could do nothing but stare down at the papers. I can't believe this. His own family? I toss the folder onto my desk and get up from my chair. It was quiet as usual outside the office so I decide to take a walk down the row. Before I know it, I was in front of Matthew Williams' cell. As I peek inside, I could see him curled into the corner, staring up at me with genuine fear in his eyes. I slowly crouch down onto my knees and place my baton a few feet away from me. This seems to have him relax a little.
"I read your file. I would like to talk to you about it."
"Madeline made me do it. I didn't want to kill all those people. Especially my parents. Shut up you fool!"
The sudden change in his demeanor startles me. The look in his eyes was that of a different person.
"Don't talk to the guard! He's just going to kill you in three days' time! I am sorry Madeline."
I slide myself closer towards the cell door and place my hands in my lap.
"Matthew? It is getting late; you should go to bed before lights out. I shall be back tomorrow. I wish to talk to you more."
"O-Okay. Silence you fool!"
I slowly get up from the ground and pick up my baton. Matthew was eyeing me the whole time with that strange look in his eyes. I place it back in my belt and walk back down the row to my office.
A/N: Now before you say something about Gilbert being too OOC. I decided not to do the whimsical and whatnot Gilbert. I went with the serious one this time.