MANHUNT 2
The Carcer Story
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to these people or the game it's based on.
Robert Kramer sat on his bed in his own room. Ever since he was a child he wanted his own room, now he had it. A strong black man in his mid twenties, his family had put him in this place as a teenager. His parents believed him to an unstable child, a hate filled child. As a freshman he planned on killing a kid that made fun of him. He was put in this place, this "Liberty City Hospital of Mental Health." Now he believed he had calmed down a lot; hell, he was a Buddhist now. His big day was coming soon, tomorrow morning, he was out of this place, for good.
"Dinner time, Kramer," said his doctor, Dr. Storm. A man with a rather think German accent. He walked into the room..
"Comin'"
Kramer got up from his bed and headed out into the hall. He walked with the doctor down the hall to the cafeteria.
"You excited?" asked Storm.
"More then ever, Doc."
"I remember when you first came here, those dark eyes, that scowled look, you didn't talk much. Now look at you, you can't stop beamin'."
"Happiness is in me now, Doc."
Kramer walked into the Cafeteria and sat down at a table, the helpers were passing out trays of food.
"Hi, Robert!" yelled the man next to him, Sanders, in there with Autism and Down syndrome.
"Hey, Sanders. How are you?"
"I'm...I'm. good. H...How are y.y.you?"
"Happier then I will ever be Sanders."
"Kramer, I don't w...want you to leave."
"Don't worry, Sanders. I promise I'll write."
"Okay, you promise, okay."
The helpers give both Sanders and Kramer their trays. Both were sitting in front of the two men, two pork slices, potatoes and gravy, and a pudding cup.
"Here, Sanders," says Kramer, giving him his pudding. "A gift from me to you."
"Thank you, Rob...Robert."
After Dinner, Kramer spent some time in the recreation room playing ping-pong with others. Then he turned in early, so as to get to tomorrow quickly.
That night Kramer awoke to a loud knocking on his door. He got up to find a manila envelope sitting on the floor in front of the door. He walked over and opened it. Inside was an earpiece, and a note that read...
PUT THIS ON
Kramer did, and a voice came into his ear. "Hello, Robert. My name is Starkweather, I'm hear to tell you a secret. You will not get to live a free life. At least not yet, first you must do as I say to get there. Now there's no point in just running off, because I have my eye on you, and my people will get you before you can get away." Kramer walked toward the door and was stopped by the man's voice. "I'd advise you not to try, I will only warn you once." Kramer looks up at the camera in the corner of his room. There was a camera in every room to watch incase some one had an episode. "That's right, Kramer, I can see you're every move, so now let's get down to business. Look under your bed, there's a little present for you." Kramer walked over to the bed and knelt do searching. He found what the man was talking about, a large Bowie Knife. "Now, time for the rules of this game."
The Carcer Story
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to these people or the game it's based on.
Robert Kramer sat on his bed in his own room. Ever since he was a child he wanted his own room, now he had it. A strong black man in his mid twenties, his family had put him in this place as a teenager. His parents believed him to an unstable child, a hate filled child. As a freshman he planned on killing a kid that made fun of him. He was put in this place, this "Liberty City Hospital of Mental Health." Now he believed he had calmed down a lot; hell, he was a Buddhist now. His big day was coming soon, tomorrow morning, he was out of this place, for good.
"Dinner time, Kramer," said his doctor, Dr. Storm. A man with a rather think German accent. He walked into the room..
"Comin'"
Kramer got up from his bed and headed out into the hall. He walked with the doctor down the hall to the cafeteria.
"You excited?" asked Storm.
"More then ever, Doc."
"I remember when you first came here, those dark eyes, that scowled look, you didn't talk much. Now look at you, you can't stop beamin'."
"Happiness is in me now, Doc."
Kramer walked into the Cafeteria and sat down at a table, the helpers were passing out trays of food.
"Hi, Robert!" yelled the man next to him, Sanders, in there with Autism and Down syndrome.
"Hey, Sanders. How are you?"
"I'm...I'm. good. H...How are y.y.you?"
"Happier then I will ever be Sanders."
"Kramer, I don't w...want you to leave."
"Don't worry, Sanders. I promise I'll write."
"Okay, you promise, okay."
The helpers give both Sanders and Kramer their trays. Both were sitting in front of the two men, two pork slices, potatoes and gravy, and a pudding cup.
"Here, Sanders," says Kramer, giving him his pudding. "A gift from me to you."
"Thank you, Rob...Robert."
After Dinner, Kramer spent some time in the recreation room playing ping-pong with others. Then he turned in early, so as to get to tomorrow quickly.
That night Kramer awoke to a loud knocking on his door. He got up to find a manila envelope sitting on the floor in front of the door. He walked over and opened it. Inside was an earpiece, and a note that read...
PUT THIS ON
Kramer did, and a voice came into his ear. "Hello, Robert. My name is Starkweather, I'm hear to tell you a secret. You will not get to live a free life. At least not yet, first you must do as I say to get there. Now there's no point in just running off, because I have my eye on you, and my people will get you before you can get away." Kramer walked toward the door and was stopped by the man's voice. "I'd advise you not to try, I will only warn you once." Kramer looks up at the camera in the corner of his room. There was a camera in every room to watch incase some one had an episode. "That's right, Kramer, I can see you're every move, so now let's get down to business. Look under your bed, there's a little present for you." Kramer walked over to the bed and knelt do searching. He found what the man was talking about, a large Bowie Knife. "Now, time for the rules of this game."