Lunatic- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

Louis had trouble sleeping. When he woke up he mentally slapped himself. Why was he doing this again?

Sleeping so close to a mental asylum full of murderers and lunatics wasn't exactly giving him sweet dreams.

Louis had strong opinions on crime. There was no right about it. It was all wrong. You shouldn't be breaking the law, or hurting the innocent. That was his opinion. He grew up believing that. His father was a police officer, so it kind of figures. He wasn't really open to interpretation on his opinion, but he would try this once- for the sake of his job.

He thought murder was just murder. The killer was a heartless, cold blooded, sick and twisted human. They didn't deserve to take another persons life for enjoyment. But of course deep down he knew that wasn't always the case. 

He took a quick shower and freshened up. It was nearly 10 am and Louis was meeting the warden. He was nervous to see inside the building. He had good expectations of the place, from the out side and friendliness he had seen so far, he liked it.

He locked his files away in the draw and gave his boss a quick call. His boss wanted frequent updates on the case, and Louis wasn't going to risk getting in trouble.

After a brief phone call it was around 9:55am so Louis decided it would be a good time to make his way to the front of the guesthouse.

When he arrived the warden was already waiting for him. Louis offered a small smile and gladly followed the man. The man was around 45 years old. He was quite smart looking and serious. His hair was a dark grey to match his suit. He had smart looking glasses and seemed to always carry a cane around with him. Quick punishment Louis guessed. No one knew his name though. He was just 'the warden'. 

He had a creepy air about him too, much like any warden would. As he walked the halls all of the guards nodded at his authority, which was relatively normal. What wasn't relatively normal, was the patients reactions. They would scurry to the side and remain silent, fearful of the man in charge. Some would curse under their breathe at the man and others would just stare with wide eyes.

A few tried to touch Louis, only to be slapped with the cane. It was brutal really, but Louis didn't really feel sorry for the patients. He didn't want to be touched by them.

He saw a few rooms such as the cells, bathrooms, staff areas, library and therapy rooms. He was also given a staff badge so he could freely work with Harry whenever he wished. He was told that he could choose to be accompanied by a guard, and that it would be highly recommended. But he could also work alone with Harry. Confidentiality apparently. 

Louis was kind of taken back by that information. Harry's a murderer and yet they're giving him the choice to be alone in a cell with him? Clever.

He shook away his thoughts and continued on with the tour.

"So this is Phil. He will be your guard while you're here, you will have a radio to call him whenever you need him. His shifts range from 6am through to 11pm. He will be on hand when you need him. Its obviously at your own risk if you choose to be alone with a patient, but help is always only a call away." The warden spoke.

Louis nodded and extended his arm to shake the large mans hand. Phil was a good 3 times the size of Louis. But then again, Louis was only 20 years old, and pretty small, even if he hated to admit it.

"Nice to work with you Louis." Phil commented.

"You too."

"Shall we move along?" The warden cleared his throat and Louis nodded.