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Chapt 9- Breaking the Habit

John was sitting on the plane with his legs stretched out and a playful grin on his face. He sat across from Harold who scowled at him with his teeth clenched. The other guards on the plane all were asleep because it was almost in three in the morning. Only Harold stayed awake, they didn't know John Dillinger like he did.

"Are we there yet?"

John liked testing people, especially their patience. He wanted to see how long Harold could hold out before he caved in.

"So Scarface why'd they put you with me again, was it because they couldn't find anyone better?" he teased

"Shut up"

"Just trying to make small talk" he smirked

Harold hated him from his soul, so he thought of something to get him back. John was playing with his cuffs again; he could almost find a way to unlock it. Harold argued with his concious back and forth, but eventually the dark side won. His hatred was too powerful.

"Do you want to know what I did to her?" he said in a deadly voice

The cuffs stopped jingling, John looked up and faced him.

Harold flinched at his response but continued "She was such a good piece of ass that I almost wanted to..." he licked his lips.

He waited for John's response, instead there was nothing. John sat perfectly still, but his fists were clenched, they had surpassed the color of white. They were now almost purple. Harold started to enjoy this game, for once he wasn't the one on the line. He wanted to see John squirm.

"But I couldn't since we were still at the station, so I would have to wait. Anyways I started out by clubbing her face. I think I hit her with any object I could find. My favorite one was the phone, it even rang when i hit her. She squealed like those pigs that were going to get slaughtered." He paused waiting for a reaction, but there was nothing so he went along.

"The best part is she even wet herself, I wouldn't let her go. I wanted her to beg, I wanted her to get on her knees and kiss my feet." Harold sneered at the image.

All the while John sat there motionless, but anger ravaged inside him. And soon enough he couldn't take it anymore. In a second he jumped up with his hands around his thick neck suffocating him. Harold squirmed and tried to move, but John was stronger than him. He pummeled him and beat him. Blood spattered everywherem, Harold's skin turned from white to thick purple and blue. The guards had only started to wake up, since Harold couldn't even scream with John on top of him. They sprang up once the drowsiness had cleared up. Their arms trying to drag John away, but somehow it was impossible. John had transformed to a different person when he was mad, no one could calm him down except Billie. But she wasn't here. He beat him until Harold became permanently blind. He couldn't even defend himself because he couldn't see anything. He bashed his head against the floor, and then struck it with a piece of metal at his foot. He didn't even stop when his skull cracked open. There were numerous cracks and scrapes on his body; he was too bruised to even scream. As a finale John wrapped his cuffs around Harold's neck and pulled. He pulled so hard that the bone on Harold's neck had been dislocated. And right there John killed him.

John pulled back letting the guards drag him away, where this time they chained his feet too. None of the guards fought him, because they were still in shock. Their hands trembled when they dragged him off. John let himself be taken away he didn't want to see Harold ever again.

When the guards headed out locking him in a separate room John quickly responded to his actions. "I hope you learned from that bastard's mistakes. Don't make the same ones" he said in a clear and firm voice. The guards quickly locked the door and called Mr. Purvis to ask what to do.

A Few Hours Later…

"Mr. Dillinger we're here"

John's eyes shot open, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was mussed and his hands were still playing with the bloodied cuffs. "About time" he murmured

Two guards lifted him up and dragged him out of the plane, reporters and journalists were scrambled outside flashing cameras and shouting out questions. But before John could answer any he was thrown in a small cell with Melvin Purvis staring ragingly into his eyes. "You killed a man today"

"He made me angry"

"You're going to pay for it"

Melvin Purvis snapped his fingers and one of the guards took out a knife. Another unbuttoned John's shirt and rolled up his sleeves. The first guard bent down and started to slit his wrists. John didn't scream, nor flinch. His whole was shaking and pain flowed into his body.

"You killed a colleague of mine, a friend.''

John said nothing, his face stone and lips pressed tightly

"Now I'm going to give you chance to make up for it, you're still going to go to jail but we're not going to kill on one condition"

John looked up at him with raging eyes while flexing his hands.

"Tell me when Alvin and the gang are, I know you know. You were going to meet him along with your girlfriend. They robbed three more banks, and I know you're a friend of his."

John bursted out laughed, but that kind of laugh was sick sort of in a psychotic way.

Melvin flinched a little bit from his reaction, but kept his hand steady.

"You truly underestimate me, you don't even know me" he spat

Purvis motioned the guard again afraid and angry at John at the same time, this time the cut when straight down his chest. John gritted his teeth, "Just tell me where he is"

"Then what? You're still going to execute me afterwards. Do you think i would actually believe you?"

" You should, and you should give me answer because it might save your life."

"For a cop you should know to never negotiate with a criminal"

" Under different circumstances, but that depends on how you're going to respond. I'm just being a good Samaritan"

John shook his head "It's going to take more than a few cuts to break me"

"Fine then" Purvis replied promptly. He took out his gun and fired it straight at John's knee cap. John howled at the gun shot, breathing hard. He clenched his fist; he felt his entire body turning against him. His body faltered at that shot. He slowly felt his eyes grow heavy.

"Sir" one of the guards protested

"Perhaps it's best if we take a break" the second guard added

Melvin muttered "He can hold it in"

"Mr. Purvis, I really don't think that this is a good idea" the guard insisted

"He killed on of my agents today!" he roared

"If you keep torturing him, you will kill him and that's not going to find The Karpis gang." The guard finished.

John's head hung low with his eyes shut. He was in too much pain to even open his eyes. He heard Melvin sigh "Take him into holding, and get a medic. He needs to be stable for tomorrow" then Melvin stormed out.

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"Mr. Dillinger? Are you alright?"

John's eyes weakly opened when he saw himself facing the medic. He looked around and found himself hooked onto a heart monitor. He looked at the doc who looked oddly familiar "Georgie?"

"Hey John, how you doing?"

It was George Karpis, the younger brother of Alvin. He was a good spirited kid who never was in the gang for trouble. He was the only doctor in the family and he took care of the most of the guys. He could've been making millions for working in the hospital, but he preferred strapping bandages to gang members and the destitute. He claimed his life was more exciting this way.

"What are you doing here? Did Alvin send you here?"

"Yeah, he sent me to check on you. We're gonna get you out"

"How's my girl?"

"She's fine, just upset a lot. Howie's trying to keep her company though. But I don't think she wants anyone but you"

John nodded "what's my status?"

"You're doing okay, but if um Melvin keeps torturing you like that your heart's not gonna make it."

"Okay, so the boys got a plan right?"

"They're still working on it, but it shouldn't be too hard."

"Speaking of plans, Purvis is looking for your brother. They know it's him robbing things now"

"Alvin will be fine, he's my older brother. He has things taken care off" George replied reassuringly.

George gave John some meds and headed out. All he had to do now was survive. He had to live and he had to get out of here. John peered out the window of his cell watching a young couple stroll by with their hands intertwined. He thought of Billie, God he missed her. Sometimes he wished he could've told her that he loved her more. He wished that he wasn't in this positio. If only they could be different people in a different world. If only happily ever afters could really exist. He missed those hazel eyes the most. They were kind and warm. He would do anything for her, but right now he needed some way to cheat death one more time.

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