MR. MANIAC

CHAPTER 15

Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center, 7 months later... Layla Prescott flashed her badge to the necessary people to get in to see Dean. The administrator of his floor met up with her to escort.

"Special Agent Prescott, a pleasure." They shook hands, she nodded.

"Likewise. Doctor ...?"
"Anshul. Benjamin Anshul."
"Right. Well, Dr. Anshul, where do you keep him?"

"Right this way, he's on the top floor. We keep him in severe isolation to minimize any potential incidents. We're hoping however, that with time, he can adjust to being with general population. With any luck, we can have him rehabilitated within three years."

"That's very ambitious of you, Doctor."
"We like to set high goals. Because we have high expectations." "You sound like a high school principal."
"Thank you. I'll choose to take that, as a compliment."

They got to the top floor, walking down a far corridor with almost no other cells, save for a few. It had seemed they were walking for an eternity. Until they got to the last cell.

"Has he harmed any other patients since he's been here?"

"No. Actually he's been quite cooperative. I honestly expected more resistance from a patient like him. But he's been the equivalent of a vegetable whilst here. He only speaks when spoken to, he sits still, save for his night terrors. We still keep him sedated but we are considering lessening the frequentness of such. As of right now he poses no threat."

They opened the padded room. It was pitch black. "Why do you keep him in complete darkness?"

"We here at Kirby have a sort of, reward system for good behavior if you will. For Mister Harris' good behavior in the last few months since his admission, we granted him a

special request. His happened to be, this. For some reason or another, it stimulates him to be in darkness. For all intents an purposes it's not like he can go anywhere."

The guards nodded to the doctor.

"Alright, he's ready for you. Do not touch him, stay within speaking distance, do not get too close to him. We'll turn the lights on. They will be dimmed however. But you'll still be able to see him clearly. As requested, we won't have any audio or video of this visit. You have exactly fifthteen minutes."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"Likewise."

Layla entered the padded room slowly, it was ugly, and empty, there was a small bed on the corner. Dean sat in the opposing corner. In a straitjacket. Staring at the floor. He lifted his gaze up to Prescott. They both said nothing at first, feeling awkward.

"My mentor. The man you killed at the theater when we apprehended you. His name was Tug Matthews. He was like a father to me."

Dean said nothing. He eyes wondering to the floor

"The police ocer you shot, she made it. Paralyzed. She'll never walk again, or have children, one of the bullets you put in her back damaged her uterus. It was a miracle she survived."

"What does she do now?"

She thought his voice would be more high pitched and crazed. More, idiotic. Dean actually sounded like he had gravel in his throat.

"She's an analyst for the Bureau now. Our way of thanking her. She really wanted to get out of that uniform."

"What's your name?"
"Special Agent Prescott. I'm the woman who arrested you." "Why have you come to see me, Miss Prescott? To gloat?"

"No, Dean. Me gloating would be me asking you how does it feel? Knowing after all that killing, and destruction, and hatred, rape, and mutilation. That you're just a crazy person in a nuthouse. Where they will be giving you shock therapy sometime soon at the request of the D.A. Where your life is going to be a living hell until your doctor realizes you aren't supposed to be in here, but rather in prison. On death row in california. Waiting for us to put you down. But

that in the meantime, they have you tucked away in the farthest corner of this place like some disease they wanna keep away from everyone else. That, would be gloating."

"I see."
"I'm here to ask you why you did it. Why you killed so many people. Why?" "My wife died. I thought the F.B.I. knew that."

"We do know. But that's not an excuse. You can't sit here and tell me you went on a killing spree for FOUR YEARS just because your wife died, No, You don't get to put the blame on that."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"Because you've killed so many people. Including my mentor." Dean took in a deep breath.

"I honestly don't know why I kill. Sometimes I'll be okay, and I won't want to kill anyone or anything. Like a normal human being. Other times, I can't stop thinking about the anger, the rage. It's like a switch just flicks o in my head. It's probably from when I tried to shoot myself in the head,"

"You missed."

"I did, didn't I? Modern medicine is amazing. They saved my life. Took a chunk out of my head, but they saved my life. Ever since then, sometimes I just, wanna kill people. Then sometimes, I'll see her face, my wifes. And I'll just, shut down."

"Is that why you let those girls go? In SoCal?"

"I thought sex would make my brain feel better. Stop the nightmares, and the random periods of anger. But I saw her. She was so disappointed. I didn't even realize what was going on until I saw what I was doing."

"What made you go dark? In New York?"

"After waking up in SoCal and seeing what I was doing, I tried to make Lucy happy. Tried to leave it all behind. It worked for awhile. Had a nice job. Made a friend even. But that switch flicked on I guess. Now I'm here. It is what it is, Agent Prescott."

"If you weren't a monster I'd almost feel sorry for you, Dean."

"If Tug wasn't on the slab he'd probably be proud too. Shit, he'd probably bend you over his lap and give you daddy's little spanking. Show you just how proud he is. You said he was like a dad to you, right? Isn't that the vibe in California? Fucking your dad? I bet if he wasn't a rotting corpse he'd probably be breaking your back in right now, telling you how proud he is of

you. How much you matter to him. How you did so well in front of the big bad killer. How you're such a strong little girl. Daddy's little girl. Daddy's little F.B.I. Hell, Tug would've probably gave you a mouth full. But a strong independent girl like you. Coming here all alone, I bet you take it up the ass. Did daddy do that for you before I snued his lights out?"

Layla couldn't hold it in anymore, she punched him and choked him. Letting all her fury out on his face. The guards outside were opening the doors, in a rush.

"THIS IS WHO I WANTED! MISTER MANIAC, NOT DEAN. THIS IS WHO I CAME TO SEE. YOU'LL NEVER FUCKING SEE THE SUN AGAIN HARRIS, HOW DOES THAT FEEL? HUH? HOW DOES IT FEEL?!"

The guards came and pulled Layla o of him. He smiled. As they led her away, the doctor apologized to Harris. He nodded, apologizing for nothing really. He went and sat down in his bed. Smiling to himself.