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Book XI: Chapter XVI Taka ran into his home for dinner, without ever really knowing it would be the last meal he ate. After dinner his father came home, and learned that Taka had kissed a neighbor girl. For a fifteen year old boy that would be normal, but Taka's father was strict, the neighbor girl was black, and Taka's father, Fujin, was also extremely prejudiced. He punished Taka excessively. Taka spent his evening chained upside down by his ankles being beaten by his father. Taka screamed in agony but no one listened, not even the neighbor girl, who had earlier left for her grandmothers. No one cared when Taka's mind began to disappear. No one else was listening either, somewhere down the street where young Devin Sutter was exiting the backdoor of a movie theatre with his beatiful girl who dreamed of one day becoming a singer. A shadowy form emerged before them in the back alley, the only light reflecting from the street light off of a shiny blade in the figure's hands. seventeen year old Devin attempted to thwart the man. The man tossed Devin aside his head smashing into the brick wall beside them, rendering Devin unconcious. The man tore at Devin's girl. He raped, and gutted her in the back alley. When Devin came too the next morning, she was still there. But no one was listening when Devin cried in agony, and pain. No one cared when Devin's mind was lost to the world. Devin hunted the man down. Using stolen evidence from the crime scene Devin took rvenge into his own hands. The emotion tore at his mind, consuming him entirely. And then one Day, Devin found him. The man who had taken what he believed was his life. Devin cried out in glory, as the blood spilled, washing over his hands. He laughed in ecstasy at the sights and sounds of the man's terror, and pain. Devin had waited three years for this. Only this time... Someone was listening, someone was listening to the man's cries of terror and pain. The police were called, and on that day, in nineteen eighty six, Devin Sutter was arrested for murder. As Devin sutter left the courtroom, insane and to what would one day be renamed 'Alice's Asylum for the Criminal & Insane', he unknowingly passed by Hento who was scheduled for sentenceing that evening. Hento took his seat at the table, for an eighteen year old boy he was extremely well defined. Hento sat and listened to the seemingly endless list of crimes he was accused of, yawning. The judge looked to the speaker of the jury who rose and informed Hento he had been found guilty. Hento suddenly became a different person. Taka began to sob openly . The jury leader paused, and the judge shook his head. "You will not fool me." he said. Taka raised his head and stared long and hard at the judge. The eyes of the man who entered the room were green, these eyes were now blue. Clearly something was different. "Who are you? What is your name?" The judge shouted to the eighteen year old boy. "Taka Hirishima" He answered, "Where am I?" he asked afterwards. "My boy... you stand on trial for three counts of sexual assault, two counts of first degree murder, two counts of murder in the third degree, four counts of arson, one grand larsoney charge, and three counts of grand theft auto. How do you plead?" the judge spoke coldly, his voice hollow and booming. "...Is that all?" Fujito spoke from behind his brown eyes. "How are you doing that?" "Doing what?" Fujito asked the judge with a coy smile. "Your eyes, how do they keep changing colors..." "Funny things happen.... When you're different." The man known as H replied from death black eyes, as he sat where one body, and many men all sat. Taka Hirishima was sentenced to three life terms at 'Alice's Asylum', without the chance of ever again being released. By nineteen ninety nine Taka had amassed more muscle and a name for his problem, the doctors said he suffered from a hyperactive schizophrenia. Said he wasn't the only case they had of it either. Said he was a lot like this guy named Lax. The guy was so far gone, he didn't have a name anymore, at least none that anyone could trace. It wasn't until two thousand and two that Taka finaly met Lax. They met after an underground fight at Alice's, they were sanctioned against each other for money. Lax took the win in the second round, but not after taking his hits from Taka in the first. After the fight Taka and Lax became somewhat friends. Each of their personalities complimenting one another. They even formed a team to enter in the underground tournaments, the two went far, and well together until a fallout in two thousand six, when Taka turned his back on Lax. It was that same year, they fought for the last time. Tis time the battle went for many rounds, until Taka finally Knocked Lax out. Lax walked away from the ring a broken and defeated man, who had lost everything. He hung his head and passed by a hulking giant of a man, a man who stood seven feet plus, weighed well ver three hundred pounds and was the next fight. Taka stayed to watch as the monster decimated three opponents in no time. The giant's name was Rugal, and he wore an eye patch. Sometime long ago this man lost everything that meant anything to him. With all of that, went his mind, or at least the sane parts of it. No one really knows why he was locked into Alice's, other than he enjoyed killing a little too much. Rugal began to leave the ring, when a man tapped him on the shoulder with a taped hand. Rugal turned to see with his one eye a shorter blonde man. The smaller man, raised a hand to Rugal, and gestured he attack. Rugal wasted no time and hammered on the sex foot frame. The man took it for a good amount of time before finally standing up and dusting himself off. Rugal just stood, breathing heavily. Rugal wiped some sweat from his brow, and just as his hand reached the end of his forehead the shorter man lifted a bone shattering palm into Rugal's chin. The sound of the lower mandible breaking echoed throughout the musty basement of Alice's as Devin Sutter regained his posture, turned on his heel, and strutted nonchalantly back to his cell. He would collect his money in the morning. Each of these men were sentenced to Alice's Asylum at one point or another, now they would be sentenced again. This time by me... I suffer from a self caused state of psychosis, and too much more to list. On top of that, I didn't like to play nice with bad guys. Any man who willingly forces himself onto a woman in my eyes is not a hero. I once might've thought or said otherwise, but now is a different time. |Interview with a Madman... Pt. III| |
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