NO MORE MR. NICE GUY! (Luke Blade Story)

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During my trial I was in another world in my own head, and the entire process was kind of one big blur to me, even as the gavel fell down and I heard them say I was guilty and sentenced to life in a maximum security prison, I still couldn't find it in my body to show them any emotions...but what the fuck I was guilty as hell, I did kill every single one of them just like they said and I deserved it, but if they thought it would learn me my lesson they were dead wrong, because down to the deepest depth of my soul, I felt I had the right to kill all those fuckers that hurt me and ruined my life. 

At first, I was sent to the famous Alcatraz Prison on the island, but they found out they didn't want my crazy ass there so after the first year they transferred me to San Quentin Penitentiary but after I killed two inmates there, they sent my ass packing as well and I was sent to Folsom Prison and I stayed two years there before they finally transferred me to Stonehurst Prison where I have been now for four years. They were going to transfer me to Leavenworth Prison but that's when things became interesting for me because after all of my transferrals they managed to lose my files. Which was my chance for a good break away. Because without the legal documents stating my life sentencement, I could easily go to the next prison and call for an early parole. 

But until then I just kept myself in that blur that I was in inside my own head, I tried to stay away from all the other inmates so I wouldn't kill any more but it wasn't easy because they were all very nosey motha-fuckers that wanted to make a name for themselves, I mean why the fuck not, they had nothing to lose they were going to be in there until the day they died. By now all the inmates knew my name and were afraid of me, not because I was a badass, but because I was a fearless and crazy motha fucker which was even more dangerous and deadly than the average badasses that seemed to think they ran the prison. It was there that I met a new buddy his name was Kit Caruthers, and he was in for life as well for random killings that had absolutely no meaning whatsoever, but he was a cool guy to team up with. 

Especially since I no longer had my best and oldest buddy Stoney with me, I had to admit that I really missed his wild and crazy ass...but I knew sooner or later I would be out again and be reunited with my buddy. Stonehurst wasn't such a bad place to be stuck in though, it had pretty good prison food, and the cots in the cells were a lot more comfortable than others I've been in, and best of all it was peaceful, nothing much happened there because all the inmates were set in their own ways and stayed away from unnecessary drama while waiting for there day in court to either be transferred, released, or sent to the ever so interesting lethal injection room. I thought it was pretty fucked up that they had all the electric chairs removed from the united states telling the government that it was inhumane to kill people like that...what a bunch of fucking pussies, if I was going to be put to death the electric chair is the way I would want to go...just for the wild fucking ride it would be...yeah I already know I am fucking nuts!

It was during my 13th year in Stonehurst Prison and I was laying in my bunk staring mindlessly at the ceiling while listening to Kit ramble away about his lil sister that was writing him about all of her problems on the outside when the warden came to our cell and said my parole hearing was going to be held in a few hours and I needed to get ready for it. Then they turned to Kit and said that his hearing is right now and to get on his feet. I gave him a hi-five and wished him luck, then I sat up and looked thru my clothes that were in the duffel bag to get my best-looking clothes out so I could try my damnedest to get out on an early parole, because truth be told, I was really fucking tired of playing the Mr. Nice Guy routine in this hellhole...I wanted the fuck out! So I could get back to all the action and adrenaline rushes I got at being wild, intense, and free...and to cause malice and mayhem.

Kit was escorted to the huge room where they held the parole council and as Kit sat there silently, they looked over his paperwork and after listening to all of Kit's answers to their questions, they talked amongst themselves for a few minutes then they stood up and congratulated him for making his parole, but added hostily that he needed to answer to his parole officer every month, and find a straight and steady job as soon as he could, then as they moved to the next room where I was waiting impatiently, I might add, they shook his hand and congratulated him again for reforming himself. 

Once they got to me though I knew no matter how much I looked the part, they knew me all too well, that there was no reforming me at all, but they had to listen and go thru the legal channels of going over my prison record of behavior in the past few years, and they were shocked when they read how good I was behaving and being a model inmate. By the time my parole hearing was coming to an end, they very distastefully stood up and granted me the early parole, then told me in an overly threatening way that I was going to be watched constantly, then I ignored them during the whole time of how I needed to make all my parole officer meetings and get an honest job and all that bullshit, but I had plans of my own...and it didn't include the law in any way shape or form.