Mako's Message: This chapter is short, but it's about a page longer than I'd intended it to be in the first place. I actually couldn't help going into "Extra" detail with this one. I guess you could say I TorontoBatFan'd it. :P

Anyway, if this chapter doesn't explain everything to your satisfaction, that's okay. It's not supposed to. Hope you enjoy it though.

And now that this is wrapped up, I think I can start in on the next two plot lines.


His name was Nathan Bush and he was sixteen years old. That's only four years older than me, and two younger than Dave.

He'd been committed to a mental hospital when he was fourteen after an insanity verdict in a murder trial against him despite him pleading guilty. Apparently when the judge asked him why he killed the man he'd started talking about voices in his head and that killing someone was the only way he'd been able to get them to stop and even though he'd started off rationally enough, by the time he was done he was practically raving and the judge ordered his mental health evaluated. A month later he was locked up in a padded cell.

The staff reported that he was well behaved, and even polite the first first few days, but he started declining pretty quickly and a week or so later they'd had to isolate after he'd attacked some other inmates/patients. within a month he had to be restrained at all times. The straight jacket seemed to really set him off though, because after it went on he was a complete and utter raving lunatic. Literally. Whenever he was awake he'd scream about demons and harvesting souls and constantly struggled to get out of it. He talked in his sleep too, but nobody was able to understand a damn thing he said. They eventually had to stop treatment since he wasn't safe to be around even with the jacket on and he'd built up a tolerance to every sedative they had. Which isn't all that surprising since they kept him sedated all the fucking time. They even had to knock him out completely and feed him through an IV.

They figure that's how he escaped, finally built up enough of a tolerance to the drugs that he was able to jump the guy who put the tube in and kill him and the guard. I don't know how. I can come up with some ways to kill a guy without using my hands or arms, but from the sound of it this guy would have had leg restraints and shit on too.

The weird thing is that the night he escaped was the first time in almost two years that he was quiet. The guards admitted they should have realized something was up when they didn't hear anything from him. And once they put a picture of him up, a bunch of people said that they'd seen him all the time couldn't believe he was a total psycho. A guy who worked at this diner near the warehouse he was holing up in said he came in pretty regularly and he figure the kid was just a runaway or something.

I can understand that. They guy didn't seem crazy when we fought him. Right up until the last bit of it. It's actually kind of hard for me to imagine that guy being so wild and uncontrolled that he had to be in a straight jacket.

Oh, and the other problem they had with him was that he had a condition called Congenital Analgesia" which stopped him from feeling any pain. He'd actually injured himself pretty badly a few times fighting with the orderlies. I guess that explains why he didn't collapse when I impaled him (Still fucking weird and creepy though). It was one of the bigger reasons they'd resorted to keeping him sedated all the time.

Adding a tranquillizer gun to our arsenal might not be a bad idea...

Of course, his family was pissed about his identity being made public. They tried everything they could to keep his name and face out of the news. A murder spree this big couldn't be ignored though. They even reported on his funeral. And get this his girl(ex)girlfriend attended.

It's weird thinking of that guy as having a girlfriend, but then he did seem relatively normal so who knows?

It feels weird to say this, but the family actually said they didn't have a grudge against whoever killed him and I'm glad. When I started reading about them I was thinking they were going to start screaming for blood or something, but they just said they were sad that that's what it came too.

I really don't know what to make of all this. On the one hand it explains a lot, but on the other it doesn't. And it's weird reading about the family of somebody I killed and them mourning his death. I mean, I've killed lots of loser assholes and didn't feel bad about it, but this one is really sticking with me. Maybe it's because this guy was actually out of his mind and not actually choosing to do this. I don't know. He said that there was only way way we could do it, and even mortally wounded he kept fighting so I guess he was right. And maybe killing him was a mercy since he at least SEEMED sane in the end instead of acting like a gibbering madman.

This whole thing is fucking weird and I don't like it.