Life of Spike Murdoch

Chapter 14 - A Ruthless Revenge

Inmate 081498, aka Ruthley Tsunako. Age 30. Nicknamed 'Ruthless'. Wanted for a Class B felony of kidnapping, alongside an attempted homicide and other casualties. Brutality shot in the back with four rounds of a pistol (also illegally owned by Mr. Tsunako) by a 25 year old hedgehog, Spike Murdoch, in self-defense of his friend, who miraculously survived the ordeal, missing every vital organ in his body. Mr. Tsunako was sent to a hospital for his near fatal injuries, soon after being sentenced to life in prison with zero chances of parole, freedom or redemption. Shunned from most of his fellow inmates and security in the facility, and has to be kept in captivity for long periods of time, only allowed to be let out for medical reasons. Has to take medication for his severe mental illness and strong doses of painkillers for his sustained body injuries. Every week in the early mornings, a selected psychiatrist comes to visit Mr. Tsunako, face to face, talking with him about his past motives and childhood trauma that has him become the horrible person he is today.

"Good morning, Mr. Tsunako.", greeted the psychiatrist, who was anonymously nicknamed Mr. Z. to the doctors and inmates inside the prison. "I hope you've slept well."

Ruthley, bound by a tight white robe around his body and a muzzle to add, being treated completely like a psych ward patient. He didn't have to say much. He only had to listen to the psychiatrist. He sat there, silent, with an eye-piercing death stare toward the doctor.

"Hm. Figured you were able to think about what we talked about last week, right? You know, about your aggression, as the reason why you're strapped up in that suit and muzzle in the first place. You nearly incapacitated one of the officers the other week with a critical headbutt and breaking his nose while cuffing you back up. He had to be sent to the hospital for a concussion, y'know? Very immature move there."

Even in silence, Ruthley was smirking through the muzzle he was wearing. He didn't feel any ounce of remorse for the poor officer, or anyone for that matter. He only cared about hurting others, and nothing more. The psychiatrist sighed.

"Mr. Tsunako, you're not making this easy for yourself, and your actions are what's keeping you here locked up for a very long time. Look, I understand your frustrations with the world, including people like us. I've met thousands of different patients who had no remorse or regret for their actions. Most of them are either suffering the consequences, rotting away in a cell somewhere, or even worse. You're lucky to even be alive right now."

The robin's continuous menacing gaze to the psychiatrist gave him a bit of an unnerved feeling. He didn't know why. It's not like he was in any real danger, being kept safe away from the dangerous bird. He's been to many different prisons, dealing with much worse people in his time in the field, trying to help them out of their conundrums, but Ruthley just kept a steady head, lowering his brows with an intense grin on his face. The psychiatrist rubbed his eyes, clearly getting a bit of a headache from being in a stressful and dangerous place like this.

"You've improved your attitude a bit this week, but these random fits of rage around our officers will not slide. I can understand that you have nothing much else to lose. Dead parents. No siblings. No outside friends coming in to visit you. You're been alone for so long, and that has affected the way you think and feel about people like us. We just want what's best for you, Mr. Tsunako. Do you understand me?"

Ruthley grunted. He was obviously not listening to anything else the psychiatrist had to say to him. He just wanted to go back to his cell and ponder. Still holding the grudge against Truck and Spike after all of these months; never forgetting that unfortunate night. The stinging pain behind his back aches every so often, constantly reminding him of his failure. He had almost won, nearly killing Truck Stonewell. He was just too careless to notice his surroundings. His eyes were only focused on plunging that knife down inside the crow's chest, ending his life once and for all. He failed, and he knew it. That's what kept him struggling to survive, even being near death himself. He wanted revenge, and that's what he was plotting over those few months.