Just A Demonic Man

Chapter-1 Silence Isn't Peace The one cell everyone, all the officers and prisoners feared was opened with an audible creaking sound. The central prison was full of all the serial killers, rapists or mafias, but this one man had sent chills through everybody when he had entered the place. Even the finest guards feared guarding his cell. It wasn't an everyday thing they would open his cell, fearing the silent tiger would latch out at them, silence isn't peace. He wasn't one to hold back. Another psychiatrist had come to cure the medically incurable man. He was an obsessive killer, the one who only served his craving, his obsession and his......desire. He craved a red ink that ran through all of us. The moment he came in he had requested isolation, he had demanded nothing but privacy. He never tried to break out......just sat in the old chair all day long, with a creepy smirk. A guard would slip his breakfast in the cell and then in the afternoon would take back the untouched plate to the kitchen. The dinner, which was a hard, cold bread, with salt less soup, mashed potatoes and contaminated water would be half eaten. No one understood the crazy man. The court had declared him mentally sick. They appointed psychiatrists to cure him and they all gave up within a week. The Court declared him mentally sick and the psychiatrists declared him incurable. The guard who had clutched the key tightly in his hand until his knuckles had turned white, took a step back in pure fear afraid to open the door completely. But the hinge was so happy to be left free that it opened itself wide. His legs were wobbling, with his hands holding his gun shakily. Every breath felt like fire that he didn't want to breathe in and looking at the doctor he was simply more terrified. She was standing there without even a little fear evident in her eyes. She stepped inside, her head held high only if she knew, she was entering the lion's den with the lion wide awake. The sudden presence was not acknowledged by the insanity that was settled in the chair. The high heels clicked against the floor for a moment, nothing was heard. A chuckle erupted and Desire's heart skipped a beat. The chuckle was devilish, evilness and insanity were audible in that chuckle that barely lasted. Besides that nothing could be heard or... said. Desire was terrified, but she was a psychologist, she had learned to hide it. Her face was barely visible to the guards outside, but even if it was they were sure she wasn't afraid. 'Good morning, Mr. Redwick. How was your day?' She asked, it was silence, again. Not until the cellar echoed with a blood-curdling laugh. It was hysterical, full of insanity, evilness and some feelings that were far too dark to describe. 'Another cliche coming in. Every single doctor that has entered this cellar has asked me this. May I know, what fun my life will be in a filthy, little cell.' He replied. Desire gulped, but the man was too distracted by the table to look at her. Even if he was looking at her, he wouldn't be able to see the fear. 'I wasn't expecting this reply from you, what a cliché. I thought you'd know, I have heard this from people like you before. May I know what fun my life will be, if everyone gives me the same medicine.' She answered and the fearless reply made the man glance up at her. The gullible world thought she wasn't afraid, but this man had known fear and knew when she hid it. She hides it so well, I wouldn't know if I wasn't the mastermind I am. He had smirked to himself. 'People like me? I am one of a kind, Doc. Also, why ask the same question again and again if you don't want the same answer. Same medicines are given to the same diseases.' He chuckled. The chair across from him shuffled and Desire seated herself in front of him. First time ever, he had seen something prettier than his ravishing obsession. Brown hair that reached her neck, enchanting blue eyes and maleficent rose lips.... she was something he had never seen before. 'Every one of your kind says they are one of a kind, but all of them have the same state.' She smiled wickedly. The innocence of her eyes, complimented the wickedness of her lips so well. She had tapped her finger on her forehead to show what state she was talking about. 'No Doctor, no. We are not all same, insanity has a bewildering variety. You are same, everyone is in the same and sane state.' He smirked. What a beautiful man, it's a shame he is a beast inside. Desire, thought. No doubt he was beautiful, he was evilly gorgeous. The raven black hairs, the dry lips, the hazel eyes, the unshaven cheeks, everything about him was scenic, except his insides. Aren't devils the most beautiful creatures. 'It's a shame you're in prison Mr. Redwick, you could be a poet.' She shook her head with the same wicked smile. Evil loves evil, and the wicked man was head over heels for that wicked smile. Not because the smile she gave was enchanting, but how well she was hiding what was inside. 'Haven't heard a compliment in a while. Wouldn't I get to know my acquaintance's name.' He raised one pierced eyebrow in query. He liked to see that fear, the fear that was invisible to others, but not the madman's eyes. He loved to see that flash of fear in her body language that was as quick as a bullet hitting someone. Realization was nil. 'I am not your acquaintance Mr. Redwick. I am your doctor, call me Ms. Williams.' She declared flipping through a file that quite clearly was about the man sitting across from her. 'What a relief, to hear it as Ms. Williams and not Mrs.' Redwick laughed devilishly loud. That crooked laughter was hell brought to earth. You could hear vipers hissing, thunder striking and ghosts screaming in that one laugh. Yet it was pleasant. ' I like to be on first name basis. Let me name you something.' He tapped his finger against his chin as if thinking. ‘That is not needed.’ She declared but would this man listen. He was insane and insanity can't be tamed. He was wild, like a ruthless wolf. ‘Delight, because you are indeed one.’ He named her. Desire had now become Delight for Redwick. He thought she was a pleasure, she was wickedly angelic. Innocent yet not gullible and so far from typical. ‘I think our time is over. We'll meet the next week now.' She stood up with her fearless persona covering her scared self. With one breathless move she started walking. As brave as a turtle in its shell. ‘Don't get me addicted Delight, last time I got addicted many people ended up dead.’ Another reckless laughter left the prison and this time it went away with Desire's heartbeat. The laughter always left her in shivers and covered in Goosebumps. She thanked God that Redwick couldn't see outside the cell, the last thing she wanted was the demonic man knowing her weakness. Only if she knew, that the moment she entered that prison Redwick had felt her fear that she hid all so well.