Chapter 4:
*Disclaimer: Vivian is the only character that belongs to me! I do not own any other characters!
Alcatraz – 1960
Two guards, one on each side, led Vivian-Antoinette down the main cell block. She hated it. Not only were the cat-calls and whistling in her direction driving her crazy, but her uniform was far to big, and she was stumbling and sliding all over the place when she stepped on the feet. A couple of cretins in Alcatraz prison were whistling and yelling crude comments at her anyways. Vivian wasn't exactly pretty, but interesting-looking or even was a better was to describe her appearance.
She had an angular jaw line, with cheek bones that were predominant, but round. Her chin and nose were equally as round. Her eyes were deep-set, which allowed shadows to be case under her eyes. She was on the short side of the average height, and rail thin, with no curves what so ever. Upon first glance it was more of a slap to the face than anything else.
"This is your cell. Make yourself at home." One of the guards said, and then they looked at each other and laughed. "Good luck sweetie. You're going to need it." They laughed again, and then left, the cell door slamming shut. She blinked a couple times and then turned around. The cell wasn't that bad. She had a bed, and a sink. And a curtain thing taped to the shelving system- type thing. She walked over to the curtain and peeked behind it. There, in the dark of the curtain was a toilet. So they somewhat care about my safety, she thought. She dropped the curtain and walked to the door, and looked out. She could see a hand of the neighbor to her left, which was clad in some sort of ring, but nothing of her neighbor to the right. She sighed, and then sat on her bed. It felt like someone had stuck matzo balls in a mattress frame, and then covered it with a sheet. She poked at the pillow. Not to bad. She reached into her shirt and pulled out her necklace; a miniature hourglass on a chain.
It was made completely out of silver metal, with three columns that gave it a rounded triangle shape. It had small jewels around the border, and one four-petal flower on both the top and bottom. She held it in her hand, and turned it over, the white sand sifting. She sat like that for a while, until she heard a voice.
"Open number sixty-six!" A man yelled. She saw another two guards stand at the entrance to her cell, number sixty-six apparently. She stood up, and then slipped on her pant leg again, and flailed wildly for a bit, the sleeves of the two-long shirt flapping, until she regained balance and shuffled to the door.
"For God's sake, roll up your damn pants!" One of the guards yelled. She bent down and rolled them up, exposing her socks. They hadn't yet been able to get the standard issue boots in her size, so she was stuck in socks for the time being. At least she wasn't barefoot.
"Warden and the doctor want to see you, Princess." The same guard who had yelled at her for the pants said. She was lead out of her cell, and she padded down the block sock-footed until they came to some sort of interview room.
"There she is!" A squat bald man that resembled a fish said. This must be the Warden. Next to him was a crotchety man smoking a cigarette, and sitting at the table was a woman with soft curls and a stressed expression.
"Sit." She said. The woman had a pleasant voice, the kind that would be good for something like storytelling. The guards pushed her into the chair.
"Hauser, Milton, thank you. Come with me." Warden Fish Man said, and led them out of the room. It was silent for a moment, and then the woman spoke again.
"I am Doctor Lucille Sengupta. You are Vivian-Antionette Blanch, I presume." Then the questioning began.
"Do you know why you are here?" She didn't answer, just sat there silently.
"Do you know why you are here, in this room?" She remained silently.
It went like that for every single question. Vivian sat and just stared, not answering or even nodding. Then the guards came back in, led by the Warden.
"How is she doing?" He asked.
"She hasn't responded to any of my questions. Not even nodded."
"Let me try." The Warden said. "What do you think of my glorious prison?" He said, while spreading out his arms. Vivian just stared at him blankly, and then faced forward again.
"She hasn't answered to anyone. I'm going to ask one more question, and then she should go back to her cell." Lucille Sengupta said calmly. She cleared her throat.
"What can you tell me about your string of killings? Such as the ones with the arrows, and the occasional knife throwing." Everyone was silent. Vivian then folded her fingers together as best she could, and sat back.
"I aim for the heart." She said. Then the guards escorted her out of the room, with her words still ringing.