Murder is an Art #2

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"Get up! You lazy sons of bitches!"

Damn, already? I roll over onto my back, almost falling off the bed because of how tiny it is. My eyes open seeing gray. What about a house plant? Can I get one of those?

As I stood up, I felt an aching pain in my neck and lower back. I have not woke up this tired and in this much pain since school mornings.

There were several guards, or hacks, walking up and down our block on both this level and the one above. They were opening the cells and letting the prisoners out.

"What time is it?" I grumble.

A black guard looked at me and stopped.

"5:00. Now lets go! Move it!" He bashed his nightstick all over the bars, creating a deafening clanking sound. Then he moved on. Wait,

"The door's still locked how am I supposed to get out!" I shout out at him.

"Shut up! Be patient, you're next." I tried my best to look over to my left to see who was talking. He walked in front of my cell to "free" me. He too, was black.

I saw Vik and the other guy from yesterday so I ran to them. Bad idea.

"Hey! No running!" Then I was hit in the arm.

We were all forced into a sloppy line. I have to keep my eye on those two. They know what they're doing and that might be what keeps me safe.
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After receiving my lovely breakfast, I search for Vik and beard guy. The lunchroom is pretty crowded. It looks exactly like a school lunchroom. The food does too. Am I sure I'm not back in school?

Ah, there they are. All the tables were round with four seats connected to each.

"Ayyyee, it's the newbie." the older guy acknowledged me.

"My name is, Simon." I tell him. Now will he tell me his name?

"Cool. I'm, Josh." he said. "You know Vik and this is Ethan." he nodded to other bigger guy. They all started eating so I decided to as well. I looked down at the plate of mush, scrambled eggs, and one piece of bread with one piece of butter. I force it down my throat.

"You know Josh, I heard there's a new class for the weekends." Ethan said.

"That's right. Isn't it supposed to be another therapy type of thing?"

"Yep. And it starts today."
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"Hello, everyone! I'm Dr. Dave."

The ugliest name of them all.

"And I'm here to talk to you about your murderous tendencies, and how to stop them. This class will be every Saturday from now on."

If this is school, then he's the guidance counselor that tries to get their nose where it doesn't belong. Like, fuck off, I can figure life out on my own.

"Since this is our first time together, let's go around and introduce ourselves with our name, age, and how we killed."

I let out a massive sigh. I think everyone in this room has put this guy as their next target. There are about ten of us in this room, sitting in a circle with hacks at every corner and door.

"Josh. 23. I liked to get my money through jobs, illegally, for other people. I was havin' fun. I got a pink girly mask, named myself Princess Bubblegum. Just doing whatever. I wasn't new to hurting people or escaping law enforcement. But I was doin' this one job and had to kill a few people. This time I wasn't so lucky escaping. Now I'm here ta-da." Josh told his story quickly like it was no big deal. He seems confident and acts like he's the king of this shit hole.

Right after him was the very little, Vik. A few tiny cuts on his face. Hold up. Has this kid got tattoos? I see markings on his neck and arms. I can't even begin to see what they say.

"Um, I'm Vik, and I am 20." He's so quiet and nervous. He sits like he's trying to hide in a turtle shell. How is this kid surviving prison?! "And..." he froze. Josh nudged him. "I'm here because I was in a gang. They went around terrorizing people but always made stay behind and do chores for them. It was my only home and, I hated it. I began to steal their money and... shot, killed one of them. They knew someone was a traitor, and apparently I wasn't very good at acting."

"Well, hello. I'm Ethan, you can call me Behz, and I'm 21. I'm here because I like to see people die a painful death. I decided to bring my friends to a cornfield with an old barn. I told them it was haunted and they wanted to prove they weren't pussies. I dressed up like a crazy killer and killed all four of them by hanging them on a hook and slashing them. I enjoyed watching them struggle so I did it a second time with a chainsaw but one escaped and ratted me out to the cops." He told his entire story with a giant ass smile on his face. He's the true psycho here.

Oh great it's my turn. I'm gonna tell it just like Josh did; cool, calm, collected.

"I'm Simon and I'm 19,"

"That explains a lot." Josh interrupts.

"Shh, no talking while others speaking." Dave hushed him. "Continue, Simon."

"And I'm an alcoholic."

"Hi, Simon." half of the room says.

"Stop interrupting me. Drinking is what causes my 'murderous tendencies'. One time while drunk I created a plan to have a party and kill my friends during it. Then when I woke up sober and saw it I thought, yeah let's do it. So that night, when we found out there is a murderer among us, we tried to solve it and one by one I killed all four of them with a knife."

Then everyone else told their stories.

"Thanks for sharing everyone. Next week we'll talk about any remorses."

As we all got up to leave, Ethan said,

"Just because we pled guilty, that doesn't mean we feel guilty."

Yes I based their murders after games they've played.

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