By the time that the police turned up, a full half hour later, Kimo had already been and cleaned himself of any blood that was on his hands. Literally cleaned the blood off his hands, it wasn't too hard as he killed his mother by stomping on her skull and the gauntlet of blood that surrounded his hand made sure that none of his fathers was left on him.

Even so, there was no getting away with it now and the police came for him. They didn't treat him gently either, slamming his head against one of the blood flecked walls of the grandiose hall. All he could do during this was giggle childishly as the police told him he was under arrest. Time after time they did this until his face was covered in blood, his giggles faded and his barely visible eyes started to narrow.

"You've taken this too far now," He warned before it happened again, the police officer obviously not listening to him. It came over him, some temper that had never really surfaced before. While the death of his parents had been an act of desperation, this was more out of anger. But hey, in for a penny, in for a pound as he was always told.

The blood on his face began to rise and distort, shifting down from his face to both his hands. The police officer began to back away slowly his face turning pale, he began to plead with Kimo.

"Please, don't do this, I have family, I don't want to die." He wouldn't even be able to raise his voice above a whisper he was that terrified with Kimo advancing on his, bloody gauntlets and all. This didn't stop him; it was obvious it wouldn't, after all Kimo did warn him to stop which the officer in question didn't listen to.

It was a quick death, Kimo gave him that at least, it wasn't pretty but it was quick. The officer's body was flung out of the door with his throat ripped form his body as he fell to the floor. Subsequently Kimo stepped out into the open air with the remainder of the officer's throat still grasped in his hand, smiling over his accomplishment. Then with throat still in hand he would begin to walk down to the local police station.

Of course he didn't make it that far; it must have been about 2 miles down the road that he encountered a number of police cars blocking the road. This time, he didn't particularly want any more blood on his hands so he sunk to his knees and shouted out above the sirens and the shouting of tens of police officers, "I surrender, now come arrest me!"

It was entertaining watching the bemused faces of the officers, trying to figure out who was going to come out and take him into custody. It took time, far too much time really, but one particularly brave officer did come out and snap some metallic handcuffs onto him and tell him what he was under arrest for… As if he needed reminding.

As he was whisked away in the back of one of the police cars he could hear the two officers talking in the front through the panel of flexi-glass that was separating the back and the front of the car, he could hear the radio crackling into life as well. What was being said mustn't have been good either because the look of the officer in the passenger seat was something akin to pure terror. After a couple of minutes Kimo would realise they weren't heading to the police station, so to quench his curiosity he would pipe up quite politely from the back talking loud enough that hopefully the two in the front could hear him. "Erm, can I ask where we're going please? It's just that we're going the wrong way to the police station."

It seemed like a bad idea to bring this up as the officer who took the call shrunk in his seat before turning around to fill in the blanks. "We've been ordered to take you straight to the court house. You're being tried today then getting the choice." His voice was loud enough to hear clearly through the flexi glass but it was filled with trepidation.

Straight to the courthouse? This confused Kimo, this was so unheard of that he had only heard of it once before and that was some serial killer who killed over 20 people, he wasn't that bad was he? Then again what was this choice that he was going to be offered? So many questions that weren't answered, but he would find out soon enough.

As the car approached the courthouse not only were there many more police there but also score upon scores of media keen on getting their piece about him. This was something that had always confused him, why did the media care so much about killers, he would never know but it made him feel special now he was one. He was a killer.

As he and the 20 man security escort wound their way through the corridors he would feel the eyes of Japan on him and began to feel that the escort wasn't for his own safety but in case Kimo decided that freedom was a better option.

He had an idea, a malicious idea but it would be fun. He would lean forward to the officers in front of him and would whisper just loud enough to be heard over the hubbub "How many of you do you think I could kill if I wanted?"

The reaction of the officers was priceless, one collapsed and another cried. While these were just childish everyone else didn't see it like this and was nearly killed because of this, so because of this, for the remaining hundred metres he had the butt of a rifle rammed into his back. It was totally worth it though and he was still smiling as he walked through the doors of the courthouse.

The trial was short, extremely short. Kimo himself was the only person to get on the stand where the questions were short and to the point. When he was asked why he did it he spoke at length. "Why? Why I did it? I wanted to be free, my parents kept me locked up in that house for years with no friends and no life. I had enough and now I'm finally free!" He would chuckle and take a moment to look around before continuing "Oh but the police officer made me mad, I told him to stop and he didn't so I killed him, look, some it this is his blood!" He would exclaim, almost looking for praise.

It was true his arm was soaked in blood up to his elbow and not all of it would be his own, however most people turned away at this point obviously too disgusted to look. At this point Kimo would become angry "I'm not a bad person," he would yell "they all had it coming and they deserved it!" Tears would begin to fill his eyes before he managed to keep himself under control.

After a few moments the judge spoke up to deliver his verdict, "well it's obvious that you did this Kimo, you haven't denied it. So now you have a choice. You either go for execution, or you go to Deadman Wonderland." He would offer this 'choice' like it wasn't really much of one. Even still Kimo jumped at the opportunity of continuing to live.

"Send me to Deadman Wonderland then!" He would exclaim with glee, even though he didn't really have much of an idea of what Deadman Wonderland was. He knew it was some kind of prison, a really bad one but it was better than being executed.

So with a look of surprise on the faces of the judge and the other select few in the courtroom he was yet again led out of the courtroom after a quick prayer from the judge. That prayer almost scared him. Maybe Kimo didn't know what he was getting involved in. It had to be better than automatic execution though. And if this prison was so bad, maybe he would have to kill a few more to make sure that people liked him.

All in all, one way or another he was sure to have a great time.