Beds in asylums fucking suck. If that was the one thing being locked up in that stupid asylum had taught Gary, it was that. Gary didn't learnt shit about what he 'did wrong' and 'how he needs to change' but what he did learn was that the cheap ass brick, that somehow is able to be classified as a bed, that he was currently lying on was uncomfortable as Hell. As Gary laid on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, he decided to take his mind off of the uncomfortable pain in his back by thinking about something else, something unpredictable, something interesting...Someone like Jimmy...Man, was Gary so board that he was literally thinking about Hopkins? Well, it's not like Gary had anything better to do and their encounter the previous night was rather...interesting to think about.
In truth, Gary had snuck into Bullworth to get revenge on Jimmy Hopkins. The plan was to recorded himself torturing and humiliating Jimmy to the point where Jimmy would be in so much pain and anguish that he would end up committing suicide to escape it, which would have ruined his 'tough guy' act and his reputation and then with no one smart enough or with enough balls to take him on, Gary would easily take over Bullworth before eventually taking over the world. However, the plan ended up being aborted for reasons Gary wasn't too sure of himself - all he knew was that Jimmy was more interesting than those other puppets and somehow managed to entertain Gary. That was the second time one of Gary's plans failed - the first being when Jimmy just barely managed to stop him from taking over Bullworth. Both failures were because of Jimmy and Gary hated failing almost as much as people who cause him to fail. Though if Gary hated Jimmy so much - which he did - why was Jimmy so entertaining? The last time Gary found someone entertaining, well, let's just say they're not with us anymore. However, Jimmy wasn't just entertaining, he was...special…?
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Nah, it probably had more to do with the fact that Jimmy was a massive moron. Still though, Gary never expected himself to abort his own plan at the last minute for that moron! On top of all that, that moron even offered to get him back into Bullworth - the place that came close to permanent destruction because of Gary! It was almost...touching - wait, what? - no, it was amusing that Jimmy foolishly - cared - thought about him so much. What was this weird feeling Gary had?
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Wait, feeling? That loser Jimmy had gotten Gary to feel something without it involving Gary brutally torturing him? "Hmph. I'm almost impressed with you, James…" Gary mumbled, a small smirk on his lips.
"Almost." Gary emphasised.
Suddenly, Gary heard the familiar, unwelcome sound of footsteps as one of the orderlies walked up to his cell and said, "Mr. Smith, it's time for your daily group therapy session with the psychiatrist."
With clenched teeth and a roll of his eyes, Gary grumbled sarcastically, "Lovely."
As Gary was reluctantly dragged off to his 'therapy session', he mentally plotted about how he would one day get his revenge on these assholes and the moron who got him in here.
The group therapy session was worse than Gary had anticipated. This time they had a criminal prosecutor prodigy from the local Prosecutor's Office to talk to them about some cases she had involving psychopaths. "I was fifteen when I had my first case two years ago. The victim was a mother who was found dead in her bedroom with a knife plunged in her chest and multiple stab wounds on her arms and legs. Her husband was arrested for the murder but the defence attorney on the case tried to pin the blame on the victim's son. It turned out the victim's son - who was 13 at the time - wasn't the killer but caused the stab wounds on his mother's body after he discovered his deceased mother with the intention of convicting his father, who he knew was the killer, with a harsher sentence if it looked like he tortured his wife. With the son's innocence being proven, the only possible suspect left was the father. Eventually, I got the father to confess. It turned out he had a mental illness but rather than taking his medications, he flushed them down the toilet and pretended he took them. When his wife found out, she threatened to have her husband locked up in an asylum if he didn't take his medications so in anger, her husband plotted to kill her. It was later revealed that the father had been abusing his son emotionally, physically and sexually which caused his son to develop various mental illnesses such as depression so when the son discovered what his father did, he tried to make the crime look as heinous as possible before reporting the incident to the police. In the end, the father was jailed for 15 years and the son was sent to an asylum after trying to poison his father before the trial. I don't know what happened to the child afterwards but from what I've heard, the asylum couldn't help him." the prosecutor explained.
Gary barely listened to the explanation, not caring about what the prosecutor was saying in the slightest - he was board. After a few more stories from the prosecutor, the psychiatrist got the group of them to try some trust exercises to build up trust and friendliness with each other. Gary, however, refused to do so. "No way, I'm not going anywhere near these perverts." Gary snapped.
"Mr. Smith-!" the psychiatrist began but was cut off by the prosecutor.
"No, it's alright. We can't force him to do something he doesn't want to do. After all, from what I heard, that boy from my first case didn't participate in the group therapy activities either." the prosecutor said.
"I could care less about you or your stories." Gary sneered.
"Well, Mr. Smith - was it? - the best of stories are always true, as I'm sure you know quite well." the prosecutor replied.
"Whatever." Gary said, rolling his eyes.
As Gary turned to leave, the prosecutor called after him, "Say hello to Mr. Hopkins for me."
Gary just sneered in response.
When he got back to his prison, Gary couldn't help but think about the events that had transpired at the therapy session. The way Gary stormed out like that sounded like something Jimmy would do - it was almost like that moron was rubbing off on Gary. With a light chuckle, Gary mumbled, "Now there's a scary thought."
Gary looked over to where his packets of medications were. If other people didn't take their medication, why should Gary take his? As Gary proceeded to flush the pills down the tiny toilet in his prison cell, he overheard some orderlies talking.
"That Smith kid is a real psychopath."
"I'm not sure if there's much more we can do for him."
"Maybe we should discharge him?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Yeah, he'll probably to and commit a mass murder, then he'll just be dumped right back here."
"Or he would go to jail."
"Actually, that isn't a bad idea."
"Yeah, except for the whole mass murder part!"
"Oh yeah…"
Gary huffed in both annoyance and anger. What the hell did those bastards know? Gary pulled the pressed the flush on the toilet - probably harder than needed - deciding that he would rather listen to the sound of a flushing toilet than those dickheads go on about shit they knew nothing about. Gary was a sociopath - he wasn't denying that - but he wasn't as bad as the fucker who made him like this. Man, this day had been shitty. Did Gary max out the fun he was allowed to have when he saw Jimmy or something? Gary would've said, "Well, at least things can't possibly get any worse…" but knowing his luck - and the fact that saying that would be clique as fuck - something else would happen that would make the day even more horrendous.
Suddenly, someone placed their hand on Gary's shoulder - which caused Gary to immediately tense up - and whispered, "Gary, what the fuck are you doing?"
On instinct, Gary turned around and punched the intruder in the face. The intruder fell back, groaning in pain, and mumbled, "I guess that's what I get for punching you off a building - not that you didn't deserve it."
Wait a second, that voice and stupidity was all too familiar. "Jimmy?" Gary asked, honestly quite surprised.