My Life Was Prison, In Prison I Was Free

Part 14

"Hell... I can relate to that." a voice came from the other end.

"Yo. Pal, what is your name? You came today?"

"Haha, boy am not your pal, am your Devil. Am not a small kid like you. Have been here 17 months and I have to stamp it on the wall."

"Hey Devil, how come you never made a move for the last 3 months? Don't you scratch, mumble to yourself or make a move?

"The Devil hunts in stealth, he awaits the perfect time to make a move, not when his prey is always praying to some fantasy thing above."

I was frightened and thought that God had decided to give me away to the devil. That I was officially disowned and was no longer needed in His kingdom.

"What would I be doing in solitary if I were not serving him?" I faintly asked.

"Infant, do not give me that stupid bad boy wannabe attitude. Sometime back you were wailing to your God that He has forsaken you. Today you are acting all nuts saying you serve the devil. What's your stand?"

These words pierced my heart cutting deep through my internal organs. I felt weird. I had mixed feelings of guilt and fear. Some judgment was consoling with me that I should not be feeling so. I went all grave, dumb, beaten at a battle I started.

"Lad, let me teach you something in life. Be your own man. Have your own stand. That way you will learn how to understand your fate."

"What do you mean, 'devil' "

"I murdered 99 guys in my lifetime and am just about to murder the 100 before I achieve my target to become the bounty killer. My 99th was this warden who talked shit to me. That was before I was brought to this solitary confinement."

I was perplexed. I felt more scared than ever. That I was talking to a psycho, a mad man. A serial killer. I for once thought of how God has forsaken me and asked myself why I should not participate in this conversation.

"Mr. Devil, why you talking as if you are the only person who has killed? I may not have killed as many as you have but I will line up should murderers be summoned."

"There you go lad, I had this game with friends, used to call ourselves, The 3 musketeers, The 3 idiots. Brad killed 13 and was shot in cold blood by the police, Michael killed 27 he too succumbed to the same. I am the last man standing, one more to go and I would have achieved the target. The biggest wish of my two friends is that they would have crowned 'The Bounty Killer' so how many have you killed lad?"

I was trembling. Despite the cold in the room, I started sweating but I braved up.

"I have killed 3. One..."

"Shut up, go to sleep. I don't talk to amateurs."