The following day Lenny came to work, but not with guilt or sadness, that layer of film was peeled off his brain revealing a thicker layer of newfound anger. A pile of coals burned in his belly, all he could think of was what Christian had said the day before. Walking in through the wide double doors he looks over to Mrs.Cranston and asks with interest “Any news on the new guy? Any trouble?”
Mrs.Cranston looks up from her magazine and replies “Not that I know of, but then again haven’t been back there. Go check for yourself.”
Lenny sighs and rubs his hand past his forehead pushing his tangled hair back, he heads into the dining area and sees nothing unusual. He continues into the next area reaching Nurse Penny’s desk, a murky cloud almost entirely conceals the area, she can be seen sitting in a chair filling out documentation.
“Penny,” he asks with a firm tone, “What is this guy Christian in for? If anybody knows it would be you.”
She flicks her cigarette into a cup while looking over a paper “Sick stuff Lenny, you don’t wanna know.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”
Nurse Penny looks up with an arched eyebrow “Oh is that so? Well sit down and I’ll tell you all about him.”
Lenny pulls up a seat in a metal folding chair and eagerly, but also nervously, listens.
“Christian McCord is a psycho, child of a single mother and one sister, he’s been convicted for r**e, necrophilia, cannibalism, i****t, murder, the list goes on. He’s been on a killing spree for a couple of years now going across the states, always staying one foot ahead of the police somehow. Apparently he got too careless and was caught in the process of one his famous ‘dinner dates’ as he called them.”
“What the f**k? And he’s here? He’s a giant among us! How are we supposed to control that?”
Lighting a smoke she clicks her zippo shut and leans in “It gets better, he grew up in a very strict environment. He is a victim of Alcohol Fetal Syndrome and suffers from Schizophrenia. He grew up with no medication or decent parental guidance for that matter. His whole life he was home schooled and sheltered, he knew no other young females but his sister. He began to develop a crush for her but didn’t quite understand what it was and didn’t know it was wrong, so he made a pass at her one night. She of coursed freaked out, so he retaliated in his own self justified thoughts. He slit her from her c******s to her belly button and had his way feeling various parts of her body from the inside. His mother was the next to go, he pulverized her with a hammer, at this point he had gone off the deep end with bottled up emotions and anger. But that was just the beginning, pretty soon his increasing lust and perversions grew to r****g random women before murdering them in vicious ways. He’s dug up corpses to have his fix and has even gone so far as to keep some victims, dead ones mainly, as s*x toys and or food supplement.”
Lenny tries to steady his shaking hands before he asks “You mentioned a dinner party, what does that mean?”
“It’s his mark so to speak, he slits you open from your belly button to your chest and has a raw feast. On some rare occasions his victims were still somehow alive while being eaten at the first of it. The last victim he had, he had been feeding off of her for about three days in an abandoned house. A neighbor called his suspicions in to the police when he noticed a smell coming from it, sure enough they caught him in the act. Too crazy for prison, they deemed him suitable for here. Be careful around him, he’s unpredictable Lenny, and extremely dangerous.”
Lenny looks back at Diane coming in for her shift, sweet and smelling of perfume, he feels an ache plow into his stomach.
In Wing E, Kelly and Cole get to know each other a bit more.
“That guy you hang out with, is he your father or something?” Cole asks.
“No, he reminds me of him though. He tries to keep me safe, his name is Mark.”
“Ah I see, good man to do so. Where are your parents, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Kelly wipes her face and quietly whispers “They’re gone, the clown got him.”
“It’s a long story, but a clown doll is hunting me down. It killed the guard Melanie, it wasn’t me, but I was blamed.”
“S**t, that’s not good kid. I wanna help you out, but I don’t know how.”
“I know how you can help.” she perks up scooting closer to the crack as to whisper where no one patrolling would hear.
“How do you expect me to do that?”
“Mark can get us out, he just needs his outfit from Mrs.Cranston’s office, with that we could all escape, even you.”
Cole stares at a rat crawling by on the grimy floor, the mildew infested walls seem to close in around him, he leans into the crack and whispers “What do you need me to do?”