Chapter 1
Drip…drip…drip…the constant sound of water dripping from the faucet of a darkened room.
Through the darkness, the pale complexion, the yellow eyes, the green hair - This is no ordinary man…huddled in the corner of the padded cell sits more of a mythical creature. A court jester no longer seated at the king's side. Dismissed, perhaps, for some unknown reason…the stench of the cell is not altogether unordinary. A chill in the air, probably from the iceman down the hall, but, nonetheless, not what you would call a cozy environment.
The sound of footsteps doesn't startle the dark creature, nor does the tossing and turning of guard's keys unlocking doors.
"Turn around and face the wall!" shouts a voice from outside.
"This guy's a freak!" whispers another voice.
"Freak is an understatement," the other voice beckons.
The dark figure rises from the ground, turns around, and stands.
"Welcome to my humble abode, gentlemen. If you would, could you loosen these straps a bit? I'm starting to feel a little cramped," the voice utters.
"Not on your life, asshole," says the officer.
The other officer turns on the lights, revealing what he had feared – the scars on his cheeks, the thin, dark lips, the sunken-in eyes, the hint of a demented smile…after killing hundreds of mobsters, cops, and almost taking out the bat himself…this guy has been reduced to sitting in a padded cell with his straight jacket on. Be wary – watch out – make sure he doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve.
"Evening Mr. Morrison," he utters candidly. "Always a pleasure!"
"Whatever, freak!" the officer angrily responds as he slams the man up against the wall and starts to unstrap the belts on the blood-stained jacket. "Time for your monthly exercise. Don't try anything funny, or I will have to strap you up for good!"
"Yeah! For good!" the other officer nervously responds."
"Hehe hehahehehehahehehahahah! And who the hell is this?! I see you've brought another rookie into my web, Morrison! Hwhehahehehahahahehahahaha!"
"The name's Munsch," the rookie officer nervously stated.
"Whoooahehahehahahahahaha…Munsch? What the hell is that all about – you hungry! How about something for me to MUNCH on, Munsch!? Just throw me the keys and I'll be on my way!" said the now unstrapped but cuffed clown.
"Ha! Yeah right!" said Morrison. "Munsch, howsabout we take this joker downstairs for a spraydown instead of the exercise room. Let's teach this idiot a lesson!" he speaks to Munsch while looking at the demon before him.
Turning around, Morrison goes to give Munsch a handshake. Munsch shakes his hand and immediately latches on to him with a Taser he had hidden in his pocket.
"Whaaatatttttttt!?" Morrison tries to catch his breath but the voltage is too much – his teeth chatter, his eyes turn red, the veins in his head begin to throb, and he chokes as he falls to the floor.
A faint smile can be seen upon the face of Munsch, who has just electrocuted his fellow officer.
"Did I do good, Mr. J?" he says.