Chapter 3.1 (1/2)
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Chapter 3.1: Derer
Committing crimes is not a seasonal activity. There are newcomers joining the Lone Isle Prison year round, and dead bodies being s.h.i.+pped away. This is an isolated castle surrounded by water, with no way for the prisoners to escape. s.h.i.+ps may came in from the outside, but no one inside could leave.
When Quincy and Truman brought this new inmate in, it happened to be during yard time. A series of loud whistles rose from the iron cages, as everyone lifted their head and stared at them. Even William, who was standing next to Olay, joined in. ”I remember this is a men's prison.” He said, ”Are they finally gonna give us some benefits?”
The new inmate was not tall, but very slender. He had waist-length golden brown hair that curled down his back like a waterfall, and gleamed with a charming and n.o.ble tint. He was very quiet, to the point of being spiritless, which Olay suspected was probably due to a tranquilizer. From the way he walked and some other traits such as his long hair, one could tell he was likely well-educated and from a relatively wealthy family. But all of these together made him look like a girl.
He paused, looking at the men whistling loudly at him from the yard.
A wave of even louder whistles rose. If it weren't for the iron bars, perhaps the men would have already gone after him. Even though he turned around and showed his face, Olay still found it hard to confirm that he was indeed a man. He had big eyes with long and curled eyelashes, like a Barbie doll. His facial structure was as delicate as if it had been sculpted from crystal. Sweet and pure, it made him appear a bit innocent. All of this demonstrated his good family and genes.
He slowly raised a hand, and Olay noticed that it was exactly pointed at him.
”Doctor Olay Andrews!” He suddenly shouted out, with a voice that was indeed a man's. ”I recognize you! See, life is full of coincidences!” He wriggled in an attempt to get away of the nervous cops behind him. ”Hey, you'd better come help us. Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds have no idea how to take care of me, there's no doctors that that are qualified……”
”You know him?” William whispered in Olay's ear quietly, looking as if his dream was broken. The pretty newcomer was gazing at Olay pa.s.sionately – based on his years of experience as a cop, such hyper-excited tone and expression could not belong to a normal person. This crazed expression was indescribably inharmonious with his elegant, delicate face.
”My G.o.d, that's Derer Bryan!” Olay's face was a bit pale. ”My former patient…… I worked as a doctor in a mental hospital for a period of time……” He walked over reluctantly while explaining – Quincy was gesturing them to come over.
The patient kept yelling out loud gleefully, ”This place looks better than the asylum, doctor! At least they use the word LOCK here. It's deprivation of your freedom, you have to stay here because you have done something wrong. This is punishment! But the asylum ties you up and locks you in a tiny room yet calls your ”sir”, and tells you it's treatment! You have done nothing wrong, and we are doing all this for your wellbeing! h.e.l.l, that's why I like this place!” He screamed and rolled his eyes. His expression had changed rapidly at least thirty times while he was talking. The facial movements were so fast that they seemed to be controlled by a computer – which contorted his pretty face. William no longer doubted that he had mental problems. Normal brains cannot turn thoughts into movements that fast, which meant his brain was in an abnormally hyperexcited state.
”I am very happy to meet you here, doctor. Although you were always rude to me, I know that's my fault. But I am a lunatic, how can a lunatic not go crazy? If we stop being lunatics, how would you doctors feed yourselves?” He said. The shackles were unable to constrain the random movement of his hands and legs. When he put his hands on the iron bars, William noticed that Olay stepped back.
”Is he very dangerous?” He asked, ”He is so noisy.”
Olay nodded, ”Very dangerous. If do not stop him from talking his brain will go out of control. He will be unable to control his body, and gain a strong violent tendency. But since he's here, maybe most of the danger is gone. He is one of the most troublesome patients I have ever encountered.”
”That's what the doctor's report says”, Truman answered him. ”But I am guessing they just wanted to send him to us…… Oh, of course he is violent. Why else would he stab his dad ninety-seven times!” he said, and curled his finger to beckon him. Derer flashed an exceedingly upset expression, ”Stop emphasizing the number, it's my shame!”
Truman grabbed his arm by one hand. The skin under his fingers were smooth. ”Anyways, it's so nice that we have your former psychologist here, Derer. Please come with us, Olay. We need your help.” He said, peered at the long-haired inmate. Even though he had mental problems, he was indeed very beautiful.
”Why did he kill his father!” William said in disbelief.