A/N: Strong Language.
Time and time again, Brendan Brady had stuck his fingers inside his chest, tickling his heart. Looking for those answers.
About the things he'd done. The pain he caused. The misery he passed on to everything he touched.
Hateful parts of him enjoyed the pain.
Did that make him insane? There was only one way to find out.
Therapy. Outside and Inside.
Inside Therapy. The cheap cost effective act of sitting in a Eight by Ten cell. Brendan sat on the floor or next to the bed. Or On the bed, if he wanted luxury. Everyone in there knew what he was. Brendan Brady was a multiple murderer. High risk, he wasn't allowed to meet with other prisoners. Not yet. He had to be evaluated. Outside Therapy. After five hours in his cell, he was lead into a small room and told to sit in a chair. "You sound chirpier today Harry, new haircut?" Brendan asked. Harry, the Prison Guard stayed silent as another man walked in.
He looked liked the typical shrink. Beard, glasses, unkempt hair down to the shoulder. He brought a chair in and put it in front of the table. "Hello Mr Brady my name's Dr Macsrups I'll be performing your evaluation. Mr Brady you are under no pressure to supply an answer. All your answers will be taped, if you wish to walk out at any-time feel free do to so" Dr Macsrups said. "Any questions Mr Brady?" He asked.
One Doc. What is the point?" Brendan asked.
"Of?" Dr Macsrups asked.
"This...evaluation. Police have done that. They've evaluated my murders and locked me up for good. So Doc why do I need to be evaluated in a place that evaluates everthing? They evaluate a Prisoner's cysts to a Prisoner's shit. Literal shit Doc. Prison time is evaluation. So why waste your time evaluating me?" Brendan asked.
"This is just a formal procedure Mr Brady" Dr Macsrups said. "Try to relax"
Brendan slouched in the chair as Dr Macsrups began to ask him questions.
"So Mr Brady. Why are you in prison?" Dr Macsrups asked.
"I've been a very bad boy" Brendan said.
"Did you like being bad?" Dr Macsrups asked.
"Like? Dislike? Indifference...does it matter?" Brendan asked.
"It does if you repeat the same bad behaviour" Dr Macsrups said. Do you have an issue with Authority Mr Brady?" Dr Macsrups asked.
"I have an issue with issues" Brendan said. "As for authority...the most honest guys I've done business with have been dirty cops"
"That's clever Mr Brady. Using the police force to hide your own discrepancies. Now you're in prison. Do you see yourself as a threat to anyone?" Dr Macsrups asked.
"More importantly Doc do you see me as a threat to anyone?" Brendan asked.
"That ends our session for today Mr Brady. Just one more session. I'll talk to your supervisor who will then give you the details" Dr Macsrups said.
"Thank's Doc" Brendan said as Harry the prison guard lead Brendan away to his cell.
Dr Macsrups had another meeting to get to. He walked in on an argument between social workers and Prison Guards.
"Kids. Kevin killed Kids" Said the Supervisor.
"I think you're forgetting that Kevin is a kid" Dr Macsrups said.
"Committing murder at seventeen...clever bastard" Said one of the Prison Guards.
"Where are you going to put him?" A social worker asked.
"There is no harm in scaring him a little. Brendan Brady won't mind a cell-mate" The Manager said.
"I don't think someone like Kevin is ready for someone like Brendan Brady" Dr Macsrups said.
"But Brendan Brady is always ready for fellas like Kevin...isn't he?" The Supervisor said.