"One last time and one good story" ~Hallelujah Fit for Rivals

"Hello again, Jack." Dr. Rivera said dominantly. He nodded at her courteously. "You can start whenever you're ready."

I woke up with the biggest headache of my life. I tried my hardest to will my eyes to open. After more strain that was necessary I opened them. My surroundings confused me greatly. In front of me of to the side a little was a sink and a mirror. I saw myself in a hospital bed and directly next to me was an IV, a heartbeat monitor, and a bunch of medical tech. To the left was a door. To his right was a window. The window was longer than the couch in front of it. On the couch was a man in a suit sleeping . He looked like he dozed off and wasn't supposed to be sleeping. I opened my mouth to speak but my throat and mouth were so dry i couldn't. I looked around for something to throw at the man but before I could a nurse walked in. I looked up at her hardened face. The man on the couch woke up and looked from the nurse to me. She proceeded to check all of the equipment in silence taking chance after chance to scowl at me. She left in silence. The man in the suit stood from his couch and approached the bed. "My name is Detective Mitchell." I looked up at the detective Confused. "I'm investigating the murder of Joy Napier and Aiden Floyd." Murder. Joy was murdered. Aiden killed Joy. I was almost immediately overcome with rage at this thought alone. I found my voice and used all the air in my lungs to scream.

"You see, Joy was my best friend." He said tearing up. Claire gasped slightly at the sudden emotion and passed him the box of tissue on the table next to her. He reached slowly for it, but sized her arm instead. She looked him in his eyes as the tears fell. "I did not kill my sister." He sniffled. "Aiden did." She nodded, desperately trying to free her arm. For such a small boy he was strangely strong. "Please continue your story, Jack. Our time for the day is almost up." He slowly released her arm and put his arms back in his lap. He hung his head and spoke quietly.

"I cried then, in the hospital, too. The detective wasn't as sincere. He didn't care that I just lost my best friend, or that they blamed the wrong person. He just wanted me to confess to something I didn't do. No one will ever get a confession from me for killing Joy Napier." Just then the timer went off and two big burly guards rushed in and took Jack away without a word. As soon as the guards left she stopped the hidden recorder and opened his file. The picture of the two seventeen year olds mangled in a bloody mess right in the middle of the hallway in Gotham High School made even less sense than it did before. Jack sincerely didn't believe that he killed Joy. But he hasn't said anything about killing Aiden. "God, I'm stupid!" She whispered to herself as she quickly gathered all of her things. She rushed to her office and set the small recorder onto her desk. She rewound the tape and pressed play.

"A confession!" She turned to open Jack's case file and scribble down an extension on her notes from today. Next session would be different.

Xxxxx Jack xxxxX

He was sitting in the corner of the rec room shuffling his deck of clear cards when Laci and Lita saw him. The twins were pretty and used this to their advantage. The young girls often seduced the men of the asylum to help them escape. Jack looked as if he could help them nicely. Laci stole Dr. Leland's copy of his file. "Look at the new kid, Lita!" She whispered to her sister. "His name is Jack. He's in here because he killed his sister and her boyfriend and he doesn't remember it." Lita perked up and pulled her sister until they were beside him. "What's the diagnosis, Dr. Laci?" Lita chirped to her sister. "I dunno, Dr. Lita. I'm thinking he's deluuuuuuusional!" He looked up and eyed them both. "Excuse me. I want to be alone right now, so can you please-"
"Oh, he's a chatty one Dr. Laci. I think he needs a double dosage of melatonin tonight!" Lita said as Laci pulled out his file and added Melatonin to his already long list of meds. "Hey, how'd you get that?" He asked slipping his cards into his pocket. The girls sat on either side of him and cuddled up with his arms. "We can do alot of things, Jack." Laci purred. "But we heavily believe in reciprocity." Lita said, drawing hearts on his sleeve with a randomly produced purple marker. Laci put his file on the table and sliding him towards him. "We are planning an escape and we need some brawn because, as you can see, we are terribly small and we really don't belong here." Lita said as she stared longingly at her art. "You wanna help? We can even have you declared legally sane and get you out of here because we can tell that you don't belong here either." Laci began. "We know you didn't kill those people Jack." Lita slipped a key card into his pocket as they both stood. "That's the master key straight from Leland's pocket." She said turning on her heel to walk away. "IF you're interested come to cell block D after lights out." Laci said following her sister.