The king of the jail house

Chapter One: Lets make a deal

Walking down the hallway Ben was being escorted by two guards. He was hand cuffed and was being pushed forward by the guard's baton. They reach a large room where there was a podium and a small table in front of them. The guards sat him down.
  "When the congressmen walks in they'll ask you questions and by the way you answer them will determine how many year will be taken off your sentence. Do you understand?" Ben gave a thumbs up. The Congressmen walked in and sat in their leather chairs. The man in the center is Congressman Sean Wheezy. Wheezy is an old fat guy with his grey hair slicked back and wearing a cheap suit. Ben on the other hand was sitting at the desk wearing a torn prisoner uniform with microphones pointing at him. His hair a mess and his glasses are busted. Ben looked around to see hundreds of cameras, this must of be broadcasted across the world.  Wheezy coughed into his microphone and began the questioning.
  "Mr. Cerebrum how long have you known the terrorist known as Jack Smiley." Ben gave a sharp smile.
"We met waiting for the bus."
  A few months earlier.
   It was outside the courthouse, eight prisoners were surrounded by guards as they waited. Five prisoners stood around talking about the number of crimes they had done and how they got caught. "You see I never got caught by a pig. I was minding my own business in my gang's hideout when BAM! Tommy the Roulette's men burst in guns blazing. They shot down half of my men before any of us could blink. Me and my men stuck our hands up and surrendered.That's when Tommy himself walked in." Tommy the Roulette is a powerful mob boss who likes to play reverse Russian Roulette. It spreads fear and uncertainty to his enemies. The other prisoners awed at his story "What happened next ?" The prisoner made a pistol with his hand "He shot the rest of my men and knocked me out with the butt of his gun it seemed like I was lucky enough to survive the Roulette." The man's jaws dropped eating every word. A little farther away from that group a large buffed up prisoner was messing with a guy around three feet shorter than him. That unlucky fellow was Ben. Ben was wearing a grey suit with large glasses. "P-please leave m-me alone." The prisoner relished Ben's stutter. The guards didn't give a crap. The prisoner grabbed Ben's neck with one of his huge hands. "I'll crush your windpipe with my hand and maybe you'll stop talking so funny."  The large prisoner felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a man in a clean black suit smoking a cigarette. "What do you want?" The man flicked the cigarette to the ground. "Can I take a look at your hand?"  The prisoner tilted his head "Why?" The man smiled. "Well I see your about to suffocate that gentleman with your hand but if you do that it'll pull a small muscle in your wrist  and that'll cause a lot of pain. But if you allow me to do this neat trick you'll pop his head like a cherry -like it was nothing." The prisoner looked like he was trying really hard to think about it. "But if I let go he'll run." The man pointed around us "We're surrounded by guards, he has nowhere to go. And it'll only take a second." Ben noticed there was something off about the man. The prisoner sighed and let go of Ben's neck. "Fine but if this doesn't work I'll break you." The man smiled, "I understand." The prisoner let Ben go and stuck his hand out to the man. As the prisoner let him go, Ben fell to the ground. The man gently grabbed the prisoner's hand. "I'm only going to say this once." The man moved as fast as lighting and snapped the prisoner's hand back so far that the back of the prisoner's hand was up against his arm. "You're going to leave that man alone or I'll break your other hand." The prisoner screamed and fell to the ground. Tears flowing from his eyes. Ben looked around to see the guards laughing. "These guys are assholes, " he thought. The man knelt down, "Do you understand?" The mans lips quivered "Y-yes p-lease don't d-do that a-again." That man patted the prisoner on the back "Good see you around."  The man walked over to Ben who is still on the ground. "Need help up?"  Ben nodded his head and took the man's hand. The man gave a large smile. "I'm Jack, what's your name?" Ben scratched the back of his neck "I-I'm Ben t-hanks for s-saving me." Jack shrugged, "It was nothing, do you have a smoke?" Ben shook his head "I don't think we're allowed to smoke here."  Jack laughed "We're about to go to a island filled with serial killers and psychos and your worried about smoking?" Ben gave a nervous laugh, "I g-guess I a-am." Jack nodded his head. "I'm going to guess your not some serial killer." Ben shook his head "No I-I worked f-for the w-wrong guy." Jack crossed his arms. "And that guy is?" Ben gritted his teeth, "Tommy Roulette, I was his Accountant." Jack laughed louder, "Your dead meat in that prison. Almost everyone there hates Tommy and anyone who works for him." Ben took a large gulp. "Everyone?" Jack nodded his head. "Well everyone who has survived the Roulette or lost someone to the Roulette."  Ben looked as still as a statue "I-I'm fucked." Jack scratches his chin "Not exactly." Ben began shaking slightly "W-what do y-you mean." Jack shrugged "Lets  make a deal." "But I-I don't h-have any m-money." Jack sighed " I'm not looking for money I have a plan and I need a guy to help finish the details. In exchange I'll protect you and give you a cover story." Ben nodded "I a-appreciate it, b-but Tommy a-already gave m-me a c-cover story." Jack tilted his head. "What?" Ben sighed, "Tommy t-thought I w-was stealing f-from him s-so he p-put me I-In the r-roulette, I s-survived so h-he framed m-me for k-killing hooker." Jack laughed and put his arm on Ben's shoulder " Ben the Killer of Hookers. No Ben the Ripper." Ben laughed and pushed his arm off. "Shut u-up what d-did you d-do." Jack gave a smirk,  "I mugged a grandma." Ben glared at him, "Really?" Jack laughed. "No."
Suddenly there was a loud screech, they looked around to see the pale blue bus drive up. The door opened up and a guard yelled inside. "Gary where the hell were you?" The bus driver shrugged, "My kid got the flu." The guard turns and looks at the prisoners, "Alright scumbags in the bus." Jack stuck his hand out, "Do we have a deal?" Ben smiled, "Why n-not." Jack sighed, "Let get on the bus before the seats with the good view is taken." They climbed up into the bus. The bus roared to life and drove to  Devils Peak also known as Grafts Prison/Institution or the Criminally Insane