I wake up to the television flashing a news story about four dead cops, three dead bodies in a house that was currently burning to the ground and a dozen witness accounts of four people on the scene "waging war on the neighborhood".  The remote control was taped to one hand and my morphine drip taped to the other.  I quickly tap the drip three times, feeling an instant gratifying rush of narcotics in my veins.  I flip the television on with a quick flick of the wrist.  Four dead officers, I used to be an officer.  That could have been me on the side of the road, executed by a secret government agency out killing people to protect the political scheme of things. The randomness and spontaneity of the colors and pictures began to relax me instead of my normal anxiety overload.  I zoned out, out from the television and the news.  I zoned deep into my brain trying to understand why my life has boiled down to kil

Holly rolled in the advanced polygraph test machine we had.  This machine was capable of not only capturing the change in pulse rate and anxiety during a false answer but it was also capable of detecting nonstandard eye movement or ticks on ones face during an untruthful answer.  This machine also didn't require a yes or no answer, the response could be a paragraph if the tested wants to provide that much detail.  The machine could remember and access all that information from weeks ago. Danny and I sat down at the metal table in the middle of the room.  The presidential rooms were always used during poly tests because they had literally no stimuli at all.  Once Holly set up the machine, she would leave the room too, can't be too safe.  I took the finger pulse indicator and the chest bar pulse indicator and installed them appropriately.  The retinal camera took very subtle changes but alignment wasn't hard

Entering my office opened my eyes to the same exact mansion I was in when this bitch molested me.  Three floors, eight bedrooms and three full bathrooms.  Danny should be able to pinpoint the exact location and time Ms. Wilhelm will be in which area so we can go in and let B.T.K. and I have some fun.  "Holly, go wake up Danny for me please."  I asked nicely. Holly exited my office without a word and hastily headed in the direction of the medical area.  While she was out getting Danny, I pulled a jar out from my desk drawer.  In said jar was Danny's pinkie in formaldehyde, which I placed as my center piece on my desk.  Just to remind him who he was dealing with and how little I cared for him. I leaned back in my chair, the familiar squeak barking off like I expected, as I awaited my evil big brother to surface from the confines of the medical room.  His face makes me throw up in my

Danny spent the night in medical so waking him with games and noises wasn't happening.  Today was going to be the first true test of our skills down here.  We go head to head with THE Susan Wilhelm.  Its five o'clock in the morning, couldn't sleep, my nerves got the best of me throughout the night.            "Wake up Danny." A gentle shove seemed appropriate. Danny sat straight up as if I were the monster in his nightmare he just couldn't seem to run fast enough to get away from.  He looked literally like a large piece of shit that could breathe and talk.  Little does he know, after Wilhelm falls, he will too, by my hands.  "Get to my office, you have three minutes."  I instructed. He hadn't spoken a word to me, I didn't get a good morning, I didn't get a fuck you, nothing.  That pissed me off the most.  He was still trying t