Between Stripes

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Day 728 was similar to Day 727. My friends were talking to me again, they were plotting the death of someone. I couldn't remember who though. Perhaps it was the guard who stood outside my cell on Tuesdays or it was on Sundays...

If we can get that goddamn guard to come in we could smash his head! The blood would decorate the wall nicely, this room could do with having a bit of colour to it.

Or we could lure him in and get the keys. Get the hell out this shit hole! The guard wouldn't mind, he'd sit here nicely. Twiddling his thumbs for fun.

Both plans had flaws and my little friends were too stupid to realise. I liked to give them names but sometimes I forgot. At the moment, they were called Up and Down. One of them preferred realistic plans (which were more often than not more intelligent) whilst the other liked to relish in the gory aspect. Up sparked the idea of revenge, yet Down was the one who'd gotten me stuck here in the first place.

It's not my fault!

She left you to that plan. Now, she listens to me too.

Yeah she listens to you but she listens to me more! It's cause I'm interesting!

I'd beg to differ, you're messy. You cannot plan to save your life.

Shut it!

They argued a lot. It kinda reminded me of my dear, deceased parents... But it was entertaining enough - it kept me from going crazy. Well, anymore crazy. Ha!

"Lunch time, Fishwick." The guard called from outside the cell. I leapt up and hurried to the tall door, attempting to peep out the barred window.

"Step back Fishwick." The guard commanded. Rolling my eyes I stepped back.

Now when he steps in, grab his neck and try to pull!

Shut it! Today was going to be a good day. Hopefully.

"Ready for lunch Fishwick?" The guard put handcuffs on me (he'd learnt to do that on Day 13).

"Eh, what's for lunch Joey?" I shrugged as he guided me through the halls. Unfortunately for me, I was in a cell furthest away from the kitchens and cafeteria. It was a shame.

"I heard it's some weird soup with a side of bread." He grimaced. Joey knew I hated the food and I knew that he hated the food. That's how we were friends!

"Is it vegetarian?"

"I doubt it."

"Any other options? I'm fancying grilled cheese." I asked and Joey let out a laugh.

"I doubt you'll get anything as fine as that in here." He sighed. It was true. The only downside about my lovely new home was that the food was horrid.

"It's my birthday soon Joey!" I exclaimed, breaking the silence. It was in two days! How'd I forget? Then again, I forgot a lot of things.

"And it's the anniversary of when you first arrived here." He added. I'd came to Arkham on my fifteenth birthday. The day I slaughtered some people. Who were they?

They were your family, idiot.

Don't be too harsh, poor Georgy has a bad memory.

Oh yes! It was my family. Weird. I wonder why I'd want to kill them.

"You're getting old kid, seventeen."

"Not as old as you Joey, what're ya? Thirty?"

"Harsh. I'm twenty six."

"Poor you." I snickered as we reached the cafeteria.