Damian Ducan: A Autobiography of a Victim Turned Villain

Session 1. Part 2.

This is the last part of the first interview. The following information has been approved by the FBI and the WWCW. Any form of duplication or copywrite is a felony and prosecutors will be punishable to the fullest extent of the law.

Price: "Doesn't that imply that she killed the children."

Ducan, with a sinister smirk: "Not just killing. Did you know what 'With silver bells, and cockle shells' mean?"

Price: "..."

Damian Ducan laughed a sickly laugh. I stared at him in disgust.

*scraping* of a chair as I get up.

Ducan: "Leaving already? I haven't told you what the last two phrases mean." with humor in his voice.

Price: "Yes, as my hour is almost up."

Damian Ducan watched as I gathered the Interviewing devices, with a smirk of satisfaction.

Ducan: "Well, too bad I never got to tell you everything else."

Price: "I'll be back next week, at the same time, so you will be able to tell me then." I looked at Damian, and he had confusion on his face and so I elaborated. "So you will be able to tell me about your family then."

Ducan: "My family? What do you mean?"

Price: "Well, you said 'Misters Mary' instead of 'Mistress Mary. So that must be your father, and the two maids are your mother and sister. Am I correct?" 

Note: Damian eyes and face hardened to nothing but a blank stare. I didn't know that he would react in a human way. but I did know that he would play mind games. So, even before I came here to interview, I had to find out the most I could about Damian Ducan in order to play along with his mind games.

As they say, you need to stay at least two steps ahead.

Ducan, in a mono tone of voice: "... why would they be of interest to you?"

Price: "That is what you will be telling me, Mr. Ducan."

He snarls at me, then changes his face into a humorous visage. He throws his head back, and cackles.

Ducan: "Ha. Alright, Mr. Price. I'll play along with this game of yours."

Price: "My game? I think we both know who the real game master is here." I pause. "Have a good day, Mr. Ducan."

*step* *step* *step*

Ducan: "..."

*creak* The door opens, then shuts, with Damian cackling to himself, while singing that rhyme again.

Kent: "What I tell you about him? He's a complete lunatic." He said as he looked at the window, staring at Duncan, with repugnance.

Price: "I thought otherwise, Officer."

Kent, confused: "What do you mean? You saw him start singing like a wacko. Then to laugh like that?" He shivered. "That damn cackle sent chills down my spine."

Price: "That's what he wants you to think, Officer Kent." I point out the glass that faces toward Damian Ducan's room. "Tell me that he looks crazy now."

Officer Kent looked in, and his eyes widened. Mr. Ducan was frowning, but not humming. He was acting perfectly sane.

Kent: "Well, what do you know?"

Price: "But I suggest, for your safety, that you keep treating him as you have been."

Kent: "Why is that?"

Price: "As I thought, he is not a lunatic. Just a genius at mind games."

Kent: "Who are you anyways?"

Price: "I'm just a reporter, Officer. That is all." He narrowed his eyes. Then I add. "And are you sure you have a backbone?"

*click* 

This concludes the end of the transcript for the first interview with Damian Ducan. Due to some speculation with Owen Price, the WWCW has allowed the following on Price to be sent out with the transcript. 

Resume of Owen Price. (at time of the interview with Damian Ducan)

Name: Owen Jo Price

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Address: [. . . .], Northside, Las Vegas, Nevada.

Colleges: The Chicago School, with a Bachelors in Criminal Psychology and a Masters in Criminal Justice at John Jay.

Occupations: Works for the WWCW, as reporter for three years. Before he was a [Classified]. No other occupations before on record.

Other activities: Was a part of [Classified]. Owen also was a [Classified], and has been [Classified].

Emails following the first interview.

The following day after the first interview. An email was sent to Price, from Officer Kent on the subject of inmate Damian Ducan.

From: kentpatrick1069@lasveg.nv.us

To: Reporter Price.

Subject: What did you do to him?

Message: Hey, I am emailing you today cause I have a question. What the H**** did you do say to Damian? He has been acting weirder than ever. He used to only sing those Nursery rhymes at night, but now? He is singing those DAMN nursery rhymes. ALL DAY. The staff and I are getting really annoyed, as well as worried. As you know, the ADX Florence, we already have a bad wrap about inmates, and us mentally abusing them. Now Him? How is he supposed to go to trial if he can't even think straight?

Look, I know you said that he was acting. But I think he really was just one the very reason for losing it. So next time you come, don't ask anything touchy.

From, Officer Patrick Kent.

Price replied back to Officer Kent a few moments afterward.

From: priceowen@wwcw.report.cj

To: Officer Kent

Subject: That is your question?

Message: Officer Kent, you have nothing to worry about. Did you already forget what I told you after the interview yesterday? He is perfectly fine.

I'll be seeing you next week. just treat him the same as you have been.

Sincerely, Mr. Price