Psychopath

First day

The warden shoved Brian and James into the 15 by 15 foot concrete cube that was going to be their new home. The heavy metal door behind them immediately closed behind them. James looked around the room in dismay. The jail cell had almost no interesting features. There was a metal bunk bed pressed up against the wall to their right, a dull gray metal toilet in the bottom left corner of the room, and a small window made of what James assumed was shatter proof glass behind the toilet. There was however, one part of the room that excited James. A large shelf that took up most of the wall directly in front of them. While the top half of the shelf was empty, the bottom half was filled with books. Overjoyed James smiled for the first time since he and Brian were caught and sentenced to life imprisonment. He eagerly walked over to the books, while Brian examined the rest if the room.

“The walls seem to be made of concrete, the glass on the window is almost certainly shatterproof, every part of the bed is sew or welded together, and unless you want to bash your head in on the toilet, there are no suicide options. My friend, it’s not looking good for us.”

James looked up from his copy of “Mortal coils” and chuckled.

Brian, you’re only looking at the objects in our disposal. We have two vital things that you’re forgetting. One, we have people in this prison. People who want to leave just as much as us, and more importantly, we have patients. Every system has a flaw, and eventually, when we find the flaws of this prison, we will exploit them. We just need to wait.”

He went back to reading his book. Brian, enraged by his lack of understanding of the direness of their situation, viciously smacked the book out of his hand.

“James, you need to focus! We need to get out of here, we need to start coming up with ideas!”

James, looking mildly annoyed, stood up and looked Brian in the eye.

“It looks like some of us have more patients that others. Look Brian, there is nothing to do. How can we make a plan of escape if we don’t know anything? We haven’t even seen any other rooms other than this one, and there are obviously few objects of interest in here. More importantly, we haven’t met any of the other prisoners, who will be essential to our escape. Besides, I’m confident we will have no problem escaping from here.” James said, with a sly smile on his face

“How can you be so sure?”

“Simple. They made a dire mistake. They didn’t send us to a maximum security prison.”

James walked over to his fallen book, sat down, and began reading.

The first major event happened at 1:30, lunchtime. Brian and James each grabbed a tray of food.

“So, were do we sit?”

James didn’t immediately respond, since he didn’t really know. They had been sent to and actual prison, not a juvenile prison. Everyone was much older and bigger than them.

“We need to sit at the table with the people that pose the greatest danger to us.”

“I don’t follow. Why exactly are we going to do that?”

“You’ll find out. Just be ready to give me back up if I need it.”

Without another word or a second of hesitation, James began to navigate through the maze of rectangular tables, searching for the most dangerous looking person he could find. He finally stopped at a table consisting of three men. One of them didn’t exactly look like the embodiment of danger. He was a bald white man. His bulging stomach pressed up against his orange jumpsuit, making it resemble and over inflated orange beach ball. The second man, who was sitting to his left, was a bit more intimidating. He had scars criss crossing most of his tanned face. Some had been stitched up, while most had not. Amazingly, none of them had cut through his eyes. The last man was the one James had targeted. He was a mountain of a man. Standing at over six and a half feet, his height was only matched by his physical strength. He had torn off the sleeves of his jumpsuit, exposing his massive, tattooed arms. He sported a full beard, and a head of messy, shoulder length long black hair. James ad Brian sat down at the table. At first there was silence, as James and Brian began eating, not acknowledging the men who were staring them in amazement. After five minutes of awkward silent, the big bearded man finally spoke up.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His voice was deep. Each word ended with a slight, nearly inaudible, growl.

James, who was by far the better talker of the duo, responded.

“I’m eating.”

“I can see that, but why are you eating here?” annoyance began to creep into his voice.

“Why shouldn’t I sit here?”

“Because you’re not wanted here.  Now leave.”

“Make me.”

“Boy, I’ve killed three men and I am not afraid to kill one more. Especially if the person I’m killing isn’t a man, just a little boy.”

“Good for you. I’ve killed 9.”

The man stared at James in silence. James continued talking.

“In fact, me and my friend here have killed a collective sixteen people. That’s why we weren’t sent to a normal juvenile prison. And you know what I learned?”

James stood up and walked toward the bearded man. He seemed to have lost his former bravado. He stayed in his seat and stared at James, fear in his eyes. James stood directly in front of the man and stared into his eyes, his face mere inches from his.

“I’ve learned that killing is easy. You just need to have the stomach to do it.”

James lunged at the man, teeth bared. He sunk his teeth deep into the man’s cheek. He screamed and tried to force James to let go, but before he could hit James, Brian jumped in. he jumped onto the man’s shoulders and began scratching the man’s face, careful to avoid his eyes. They needed to show that they were dangerous, but there was no need to make this man go blind. James finally tore off a chunk of the man’s cheek. He the screaming intensified and the man fell out of his chair onto the ground. James and Brian weren’t finished. Brain flipped the man onto his back and slammed his foot down onto the man’s chest. After three stomps, he heard the sound of ribs cracking. James back away from the man, and calmly sat back down at his seat. Brian didn’t want to stop, he wanted to keep going. But he knew they should stop there. With a sigh, he sat back down and began eating his food. A mere fifty feet away, two guards stared in amazement, each too shocked to help the whimpering man, and too scared to confront the psychotic children who caused the man so much pain.

The story of the crazy cannibals that mutilated Jacob spread across the prisons like wild fire. Like all stories told from person to person, the story mutated and warped. Some said the two boys possessed superhuman strength. Others said the boys had become psychotic with rage and nearly tore Jacob to pieces, and that the only reason they didn’t was because they had eventually become bored of him. no matter what version of the story the prisoners heard, Brian and James soon became the most feared people in Harrison Morgan penitentiary