100 miles away, there was a very big building. It looked scary and it also had a scaly feeling to it. The name of this building is Scales Asylum. It also had a plague on it that said: 'Resting the emotionally disturbed since 1883.' Inside the building itself was a maze of hallways and rooms. The rooms are filled with patients. Some were crazy, lonely, creepy, paranoid and just plain emotionless. One of the patients was shouting for granola bars from his room. Why he was shouting for them, no one knows.

Inside a room down the hall on the 3rd floor, was Thomas Barkley's room. Tom himself was lying down on his bed, his hands clasped behind the back of his head and he was staring at his ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. "Man," he thought to himself. "How the hell did I end up in this place? Being confined in my room almost all the time and having to talk to a therapist. Do I look like I need therapy?" he sighed. "Okay, so I went insane, dressed up as Scarecrow and killed people, big deal." He drifted off inside his mind. "I can remember that night I was captured."

Flashback to 3 years ago, Tom suddenly found himself in a room with iron bars all around. He didn't know where he was until he looked down at himself. He was wearing some kind of burlap baggy clothes. It was his Scarecrow costume. And then it suddenly hit him. He remembered what happened. He was fighting his father, Capt. John Barkley in an attempt to take over Gallagher University, his father shot him, he tried to retaliate, but he got smacked with a metal trash can lid. Tom tried to escape the room when an officer sat up. He was a good looking cop with blond hair and blue eyes. He was sitting in a chair just outside the imprisonment.

"Who are you?" Tom wondered.

"Hello Tom. My name is Officer Feldman. I work for your father, Capt. John Barkley. So you're the infamous Scarecrow? I'm surprised at this revelation."

Tom shrugged it off. "Big deal. Where am I?"

"At the police station. You're in an isolation cell until your court date which should be about 2 weeks."

"I'm not going to court! You can't make me!" Tom's eyes got angry and he lunged toward Feldman. Luckily Feldman was on the outside and Tom was locked tight inside. Tom suddenly stopped and looked at Feldman. "You better hope I don't get out of here!" he threatened in his Scarecrow voice.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep your threats to yourself. See you in 2 weeks." With that saying, Feldman left the area while Tom roared like a lion inside his containment cell. 2 weeks later, it was time for Tom's court date. Feldman led a SWAT team to his containment cell. When they got down there, they saw Tom in full costume, mask and all. He spotted the cops and growled at them.

"You try to attack Tom, or Scarecrow or whatever, my SWAT cops will shoot you where you stand. You got that?" Scarecrow looked and saw the cops pointing their shotguns and rifles at him. Scarecrow just simply scoffed. SWAT slightly parted and some wheeled in a gurney with belts on it.

"You want me to lie down on that thing I assume?" he asked casually.

"Do it. We don't want you to try anything funny." Feldman remarked. Scarecrow didn't want to, but the SWAT cops are still pointing their weapons at him. Regardless, he did as he was told. When he lied down, the cops strapped him to the gurney and wheeled him out of the station. Scarecrow noticed that the weather was a little cloudy, but nice. The cops placed him inside the police van and they all drove to the town courthouse. The overall ride took about 10 minutes, all throughout the ride, Scarecrow was singing a little song to himself.

When they stopped, they wheeled him out and dragged him to the courtroom. While he was still lying down, he noticed that his father, Capt. John Barkley was walking beside him. He was just looking at his son like he didn't know him. Inside the courtroom, there were people in suits, families and several bailiffs. Scarecrow was wheeled to the front of the courtroom. The gurney he was on stood upright so he could see what was going on.

One of the bailiffs went to the middle of the room. "All rise! The honorable Judge Susan Rodgers residing!" Everybody stood up respectively as Susan Rodgers walked to her spot on the bench. She was a stern looking woman and always had an 'I-don't-trust-them' look on her face. She sat down at her spot in the courtroom.

Scarecrow made a small, soft comment to himself. "Honorable. Yeah right." he scoffed.

Judge Rodgers banged her gravel. "The Scarecrow case is now in session!" she looked at Scarecrow. "Would someone take that stupid mask off him please?" His father yanked the mask off and he held onto it. Tom just looked at Judge Rodgers with a wide-eyed stare. She cleared her throat. "Thomas Barkley, you're here because you stole a Scarecrow from Jack Brown's cornfield, killed several students at Gallagher university, and not to mention attempted to kill several officers. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"It was fun." he ominously said to the judge. He flashed a wicked grin.

"And stop talking in that voice!" she ordered.

Tom's father smacked him on his side. "Stop that." he whispered.

Judge Rodgers continued. "It says here you killed several students." She named the victims. "Daniel Kolley, Edward Harrison, Brian O'Reilly and Amber Coleman. Would you mind telling us all what was going through your mind at the time?"

"Absolutely nothing." Tom replied in his normal voice. The people gasped and started whispering. Judge Rodgers continued. "You just killed these poor kids without guilt or remorse? You made those families feel extremely awful."

"Damn straight!" yelled a voice. Tom turned towards the source of the voice. It was a man with dark black hair, about 45 years old and was angry at the young man strapped to the gurney. This man was Amber's father. The small group of people around was Amber's mother and little brother. They cried while the father continued to yell. "He killed my daughter and I want him dead!"

"And good morning to you too, sir." Tom said in a mocking tone.

"Shut up! Shut the hell up, murderer! You don't know what you've done to this family! I will see to it that you'll be put on death row!" he boomed. Looking over, Tom noticed that Amber's mother and brother were looking at a photo. It was a photo of Amber lying in her casket at her funeral. The family looked at it and cried intensely.

"Order! Order!" Judge Rodgers declared, banging on her gavel. The room got silent. "I take it the defendant's father is here today?"

John Barkley stood up. He took off his hat in respect and ran his hand through his grey hair. "Your honor," he began. "I can honestly say that I had no idea that all of this was going to happen. I've been on the force for years and I never would have thought of the idea of my son being a killer; This Scarecrow person. I know why he did this and I want to get him help with your blessing. I know somewhere I want to place him for his rehabilitation. All I ask for is one chance. Please, he's my only child." He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

The jury muttered amongst themselves as Judge Rodgers look at Capt. Barkley and his son, Tom. She knew of the certain place he was talking about and maybe it could help him. She and the jury walked into another room. Half hour later, they came back and took their positions. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" she asked.

One of the jurors stood up. "We have, your honor." he said.

"Would the defendant please rise?" John Barkley stood up while Tom just looked and listened.

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Thomas Kennedy Barkley, guilty of murder and attempted murder."

The people in the courtroom gave their approval and clapped. Amber's family in particular. But the judge wasn't finished. "Order!" she banged her gavel. "I do believe he needs to be rehabilitated. So I'm sentencing him to 15 years at Scales Asylum, but if he shows improvement, has good behavior, it can be reduced to 5-10 years. He will be under the watchful eye of Dr. Sanford Caravan, head psychiatrist. Court is adjured." She banged her gavel one last time.

Everybody started to leave the courtroom, hardly looking at Tom or his father. When everybody left, Capt. Barkley, Feldman and the SWAT cops dragged Tom's gurney outside and back into the police van. The van ride this time was not as enjoyable as the last one. Several state troopers came along for the ride and Tom was being rattled around the back of the van. He groaned loudly. About 2 hours later, the police escort pulled into the pathway into Scales Asylum. The van stopped and Tom was being pulled out. As he was being pulled through the hallways, he looked around his new home. People were inside rooms and talking or yelling to themselves.

Before long, the group stopped in front of an older gentleman. He was about 6'2, his hair was a mixture of gray and black, wore glasses that made him look sophisticated and had a caring personality. His name is Sanford Caravan, head psychiatrist of Scales Asylum.

"Hello." he said to the group. "I take it this is the young man I need to look after?"

"Yes." replied Capt. Barkley.

"Very well. Release him and we'll handle the rest."

"What if he attacks you?"

"Don't worry, my staff will detain him. Let him go."

Capt. Barkley and his officers released Tom from the gurney. He looked around and tried to run, but one of Dr. Caravan's orderlies grabbed him and injected him with a strong sedative. Tom tried to fight back, but the sedative was working quickly. In no time, he fell with a thud. The orderlies carried him to a room. 5 minutes later, they came out with Tom in a straight jacket and carried him to his room. One of them stayed behind and handed Dr. Caravan Tom's Scarecrow costume.

Dr. Caravan turned to Capt. Barkley. "We'll put this in my office. I promise you, Capt. Barkley, we'll do everything in our power to make sure he's taken care of. I'll come to his room and offer to talk to him every day if he needs it and I'll make sure he gets the help he needs."

"Okay. Thank you so much Doc." John said gratefully. He and his officers left the building and went home. Tom was being put on the 3rd floor down the hall. The doctors placed him gently on his bed and left the room locking the door behind them.

Flash forward back to the present. Tom was startled from his thoughts thanks to the inmate down the hall, screaming for more granola bars. Tom groaned and continued to stare at the ceiling. Now he started to think about his ex-girlfriend Vanessa and his ex-best friend Travis. To Tom, it was their fault all of this happened. Tom started to become angry. If he ever saw them again, they and everybody around them, will taste death. That is a promise.