Madness

Sicko Smilez

Sickos P.O.V.

" A little bit here..."

My voice as raspy as rusted metal as I speak the first time in weeks...

"... and a liiiiittle bit there."

Wiping a blood dipped finger across my cheek to complete the crooked smile of a clown, looking into the reflection of a two-way mirror. I lean in closer to make sure no area is left un-bloody, then I realize...

"I have no nose! "

I chirp out in a gargled hiss, reaching down to the orderly's dead body on the blood smeared once white allium...tapping my index finger against the gash across his gutted throat, and add a single red dot to the tip of my nose with utter glee.

"There ya go, Sicko. Good as new!"

I chuckle out to myself, as I recall the word ' sicko'...the simple word used, used to describe me by every doctor and nurse that made there way through this joint. I lean back into the computer chair, pressing my large frame deeply into the fabrics, scanning the rooms on the monitor before me. Two dead orderly's lay torn apart on the floor of what appears to be the receptionists of the psyche- ward. I swing in my chair, looking down the corridor at the freed patients casually shitting in the hall and drawing pictures with their own filth. There phychotic cackles echoing sharply down the blood smeared halls. I couldn't resist but to smile to myself.

"Freedom..."

I rasp out, watching my friends play as they should have all along. I glance back, returning my attention to the computer monitor, rubbing my bloodied hands together, "Let's see what we've got here!"

I hiss...clicking about with the mouse, hunting for the words " Outside Surveillance" which to my delight I find in mere seconds. Clicking hastily on the videos streaming...seeing the moment I long waited for.

" Take out orderly's...check...

Release fellow patients as a distraction...check...

now for step three...." I draw in a deep huff, shoving off the desk roughly twirling around, coming to a abrupt halt as the wheels collide with the still warm body of the orderly.

" Oh, excuse me mate... let me just scoot on by ya...."

I break out howling with laughter, as I stroll down the hall admiring the chaos I created. What a beautiful disaster this was. Maybe some of these blokes needed to be here, but I have things to do.

Quickly, I strut out the front doors of the hospital. I wonder how much things have changed since I been put away, mulling over the possibilities...

Hope one thing hasnt changed though...

I lay flat on my stomach behind some shrubbery, examining the docks. The grey ship bringing more patients here. I narrow my eyes at the four orderlys, clueless to the blissful madness awaiting for them inside that hell-ish place. The edges of my mouth turn upward automatically at the moments thought of the pure fear that shall fall upon their faces. No time for that now. I snap myself to attention as the boat fully docks, lowering the bridge. I see two inmates in orange jumpers, hands and feet shackled.

" Ah, yes...welcome to the ward for the criminally insane."

I whisper to myself. I dart my eyes about the area, scanning for the greatest moment to obtain passage onto the boat...then as if on cue... I hear the sweet ear shattering commotion of a chair being thrown threw the front door glass of the ward. My head jerks over to the chaotic sea of madness behind me...yes...

I can use this. The orderly's dart, there words muffled by the hell around them. Shots ring without hesitation, control desperate to be gained over this prision once again, but it's far to late now. I rise up slowly, maintaining my cover in the shrubbery, as I gradually lessen the distance between the boat and myself. Oh sweet true freedom, it beckons to me...

All my focus on the boat, the short little bridge between the dock and waters...until I hear a voice that has grown overly familiar to me hits my ear through all the mayhem.

" WASN'T SOMEONE WATCHING THAT SICKO! "

I couldn't help myself, the sourness in his tone, the joy from winning. I couldn't contain myself any longer.

" Yes, somone was sir...he's dead, on my face!"

In the moment he turns around, the warden's hazel eyes mimicked dancing flames as they boar through men, like twin daggers. His hands shakey as he raises his glock, firm in his grasp...

I hold my arms out to my sides as if to embrace the wickedness around me.

" Going to shoot a unarmed man! "

I bark out a heaving laugh breaking through me like a giddy demon.

He pulls the trigger, it clicks. Again, Again.

"Sicko, Damn-it, sicko! "

The warden curses my name.

I see the captain begin to panic and quickly pull away, forgetting about the bridge in all the wildness. It scrapes along the concrete dock...without another moment of play I leap, gripping desperately onto the steel rails on the grey boat with all my might, drawing in a heaving breath I hoist myself over the bars and tumble onto the deck of the boat with a exasperated gasp. I suppose I didnt need that bridge after all. Fresh air burns my lungs as I collect myself to my feet...shooting a wild eyed grin to the warden, before I see a fellow inmate bash the unsuspecting man in the side of the cranium with the sharp edge of a rock...fresh crimson splattering about like decoration along the pavment.

I wag my finger at him...

" Shouldn't of been paying all your mind on me warden...now your minds all over the pavement! "

I glance around, noting the captain hasnt noticed me on deck, I tuck myself below deck with the cargo, like it was a casual event on this fine Friday afternoon.

I supose the warden was correct in all of this though, sickos like me always find a reason to smile. I rest my head back against the metal walls, for the first time in a long time I have hope, as I whisper out.

"Here I come my dear...."