Fighting Harvest

Chapter Ten

Things could have been worse for the Mayor as he was properly escorted to the local Jail only to be held until the court decides where to permanently put him because, with his clear involvement with death but lack of a sound state of mind, it was a fifty / fifty whether he gets help or serve his time behind bars.

Although, the Mayor wasn't feeling too good about all of this. His eyes grew blurry as his mind thought of random scenarios, like what life could have been like living on the beach, or how rich he could have become if he wasn't caught. This confused the mayor greatly, but he soon realized why he was thinking these things. This is what you could have had.

The officers caring for the Mayor guided him through the jail, passing by many creative characters as some looked innocent or small, most being large and intimidating, and one looked delusional and wore strange medallions of crude cartoon characters. They all seemed surprised to see the mayor dressed in orange, which matched his now wild hair as he was soon brought to an empty cell, locked behind bars, leaving him to his own devices.

The Mayor made no effort to communicate with other inmates, even though a few banged on the walls beside him to get his attention, asking why he was there, or cursing him out since in a way... he put them there. The Mayor only sat on his uncomfortable creaky bed, holding his head in his hands as he was lost in thought, though not his own.

Images of his fighting opponents flooded his mind, as the Fire Tiger strangled and beat the weak for his own gain of money, but these were thoughts he had forgotten, only now thinking of them because This is who you are. This haunted the Mayor as he looked down at his hands, his vision shifting as he could see blood staining his rough skin, scaring him as he attempted to wipe the crimson away on his clothes, but he only spread it.

"I am not a murderer" the Mayor mumbled to himself as he tried everything he could to wipe the blood off his hands, even though the blood was never there. This is what you've become, The Mayor shook in fear as he could see the green and purple eyes staring at him from afar. Like a dot in the corner of your vision, or a line across your eye. The sinister eyes were barely visible and continually moved when the Mayor tried to directly view it.

The Mayor's head started to hurt as the room around him was stained in imaginary blood from those he had killed. The sheets, his clothes, the walls, it was all ruined by his mindless actions, finally reminding him all that he was forced to forget about... as if 'The Man' was throwing him away.

"Please save me!" The Mayor called out which was blocked by the other inmates' annoying banging and screams, nobody taking notice of the Mayor's strange activities, which only have gotten worse. This is what happens to people like you, everything around him started to change colors rapidly, straining the Mayor's eyes as even closing them didn't work.

Terrified, the mayor ran to the barred walls of his cell, calling out for help although his hearing had disappeared. Instead of hearing his desperate cries for attention, all he could hear was the sound of fire and the screams of those he had murdered. This, paired with the flashing lights around him and the memories of his forgotten actions all coming back to him... was too much.

The Mayor panicked, stepping away from the bars as he tried to look around his room for anything to help him, but he could see nothing through the flashing colors clouding his vision. So he ran in a direction, slamming his body against one of the concrete walls which caught the attention of his neighbor. He stumbled back and then ran in the opposite direction, slamming himself against the other wall.

The pain overwhelmed his body, but he didn't know what else to do, as he listened to people begging for their lives deep within his ears. Useless entertainment. The Mayor screamed out silently as he continued to slam his body against each wall, banging his head most of the time, causing blood to escape his now cracked skull and open wound.