Far away on an uncharted island somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle, there is a secret international penitentiary that houses the worst criminals ever imagined; the kind of people think you only see in the movies. One of its prisoners is Damian Dracul.
"… Thorndyke… I swear if it takes the rest of my life I will make you pay…"
Ever since Damian's mutation had been undone the only trace of his dragonic form was that he had abnormally large teeth, so he had a metal muzzle around his mouth. Not only was he under 24 hour watch by both guards and surveillance cameras outside his cell that ensure zero privacy, but his hands and legs were chained down to a heavyweight table which was bolted to the floor. His food was fed to him through a tube, he couldn't even go to the bathroom by himself.
"Thorndyke… That damned fancy pants… He did this to me…"
And time passed by so slowly here. He could feel every second passing by. But then again there was no sense of time in prison, minutes, hours, and days all merge together into a steady blur of nothing. Damian was in a private cell so he didn't hear the violence, fear, and humiliation, and doubt from the other inmates. But he still couldn't stand the guards staring at him from outside the cage like an animal.
"Thorndyke… He did this to me… I spent years clawing my way to the top… I could have had it all… But instead of praising me as for my scientific genius everyone thinks I'm crazy… The company I struggled my whole life to build comes tumbling down, and my life's work ruined! I'LL KILL HIM!!"
"Hey shut up in there Dracul! You've got a visitor." said one of the guards.
"A visitor… It has to be…"
Damian's mood lightened. Only one person ever came to visit him, his therapist Kamilla.
"Hello Damian."
"Hello Kamilla."
When Damian first met Kamilla he was greatly surprised. She was so young and beautiful. She was probably the only person who ever sympathized with him. In fact whenever Damian looked in her dark eyes he felt like they understood each other completely. That's why he needed her, that's why she would help him.
"So how have you been?"
"Well it's like I've said, if I hadn't memorized a lot of books when I was younger I would probably go totally mad."
"You said last time that you memorized at least five of Shakespeare's plays?"
"At the orphanage I was an outcast. The only thing for me to do was read whatever books were available to me."
"Can you do Hamlet?"
Damian laughed,
"To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep."
"Wow… you're good." said Kamilla "You should have been an actor."
"Actually I did try that once."
"What happened?"
"I was never offered any of the parts I wanted. I was only ever offered things like the ghost of Hamlet's father. But I wanted to shine above all the others, I never settled for anything less then the best… Why do you do what you do Kamilla? Why is a young and beautiful Polynesian woman like you talking to guys like me who have either performed or attempted acts of unspeakable evil? Surely it is not what you wanted to do when you when you were younger?"
"No it really wasn't."
"So what did you want to do?"
"Promise me you won't laugh."
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
"I wanted to be a world famous dancer."
"Really?"
"Yes, when my parents and I moved to America I started to take up ballet lessons. I was really good at it."
"What happened?"
"Well… you know how a lot of times dancers are under extreme pressure to keep their weight… under control?"
"Yes…"
"Well… I kinda developed an eating disorder."
"You became an anorexic?"
"… Yes… One day I passed out in the middle of a recital of The Nutcracker… Shortly after that my parents found out that I was purposefully starving myself to keep my weight down… they forbade me from taking lessons ever again… That was the coldest winter ever…"
"I'm sorry… I didn't care too much for my parents either…"
"I know."
(Didn't care too much for them? He killed them when he was ten years old for crying out loud!)
"Can you still dance?" Damian asked.
"Sure."
"I'd like to see that sometime."
Just then one of the guards walked up to them.
"Okay, the session's over, say your goodbyes."
Damian growled a little.
"Good night Damian."
"Good night Kamilla."
"I love you."
Damian smiled, "I love you too."
Damian was alone again. But the whole time while Kamilla was there he had been tapping the table with his fingers, sending her a message in Morse code. Even if the guards had been able to pick it up they wouldn't have understood what it meant. But he knew that Kamilla understood. He knew in his gut that it wouldn't be long now.
"Soon I will have my revenge… Not only will I destroy Thorndyke… But first I will destroy the thing that is most precious to him. MWAH HA HA AH HA HA!!"
"Hey shut up in there!"
Damian toned it down to a chuckle.
"Yes… It won't be long now…"
Damian Dracul sounds like he's got a plan, and definitely a Vendetta… You better watch out Chris… You've got some troubles coming.
Find out in…
Chapter 5: Prison Break
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