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Paperface experiences a massive riot inside prison

Chapter III Caution to the wind "The fear of death, follows in the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

                                                -Mark Twain 

The morning of their transfer a deputy came to their cell and told them that they were “catching the chain” to the pen. Paperface had just made it to sleep as his cellmate, Sebastian Ross had stayed up late playing chess and talking. He was a 20 year old 1st termer headed to the joint with a five year sentence and every night he would ask Sebastian a gang of questions about what it meant to be a serial killer and how they would go about surviving in prison as natural born killers. Sebastian suposedly felt compelled to answer his questions in as much detail as possible because he knew Paperface didn't understand the danger he was headed into and he needed all the lessons from his mentor he could get. As he got himself together, his cellmate and mentor sat up on his bunk, wrapped his arms around his knees and watched him like a child would watch a parent. The deputy's heart mustve gone out for the Paperface because he probably presumed Paperface needed more guidance than Sebastian could ever give him. He insinuated wrong, because his toughts of what they were speaking of and what he was thinking were not the same at all. The deputy then walked away and just stared at them smiling...nodding his head for some unexplained reason. Sebastian perhaps reminded Paperface of some of the things he and the fisherman spoke of; but the deputy came back to get him. He told Paperface to state his name and booking number then turn around and cuff up. He complied and when Paperface turned back around to cuff up, Sebastian Ross, his cellmate and mentor sat there smiling. He would probably never forget that look of amusement on his face and one could only imagine the look on that of Paperface. He told him to keep his head up and Paperface walked down the stairs with the deputy. Right then he heard a man say a prayer for all his fellow Aerian brothers who had fallen because as bad as their situation were, there were others who went down those same steps who had it far worse than others. When they got to the holding cell and there were about 20 others waiting to catch the chain also. They call it catching the chain because they were all chained together as they went to the pen. The single file chain of men made its way outside and it mustve felt good to walk around a bit and breathe in that crisp morning air. As they loaded onto the bus the deputies unchained them from each other, but they were left shackled at the waist and ankles. No one said a word on the bus and his heart by then shouldve been beating so hard that the one aho sat next to him could hear it. But to his surprise, he saw Octavian sitting next to him, and he just smiled. The ride to the maximum prison took all of 20 minutes as the prison was literally within eye sight of the county facility from whench they were transferred. The sun was just coming up as they pulled into R&R (Receiving & Release) the town the prison was located. Paperface mustve been anxious when going to prison with Octavian and perhaps couldn't wait to get out of those handcuffs and leg irons; being shackled up like that was something he could never get used to, but it was nothing new to him. As soon as they walked into R&R He saw someone I knew, and he once again smiled as he asked him how much time he had. He was just happy to see Sebastian Ross, his mentor and somewhat of a father-figure in his life, now in prison with him, both as a man who would make him a true ripper and an ally. When Paperface told him he got 5 years he smiled as if it were some kind of a joke to him; Paperface felt confused and asked him why he laughed at him, and Sebastian just said when they escape they would be even more harder to catch. His response surprised him. First it made him feel as though were a fool, then worried that everyone else would respond to him the same way. But it made him confuse when Sebastian spoke of escaping. What were his intensions? Was he planning on escaping? He didn't know what to say so he just laughed and neither did Sebastian. And for some reason, their conversation just made sense to them, perhaps it was their way of trying to ease the awkwardness of the moment with small talk about their appeal but no matter what he said he couldn't escape the growing despair in my gut; and that was only the first day. They made it out of R&R around noon and got back on the bus to go to the “4" yard. They pulled up next to building 13 and unloaded straight into the dayroom. Once inside, they walked into a gauntlet of correctional officers who immediately started yelling and telling them to shut the f*** up and not ask them for anything because they had nothing coming. After being strip searched and yelled at for about 30 minutes, we all had to sit and wait to be interviewed by the gang coordinator. While they waited, Paperface heard familiar voices of people he knew who had caught the chain before him, asking if he needed anything. Sebastian spoke to them without uttering a word and they just left as if the look on his face spoke for itself. At that point Paperface was so depressed and downtrodden that he for a moment didn’t respond to Sebastian, nor to Octavian. He just shook his head. After his interview, he walked upstairs to the cell where he’d spend the rest of the first day of a five year sentence. He stepped inside and the sound of the cold steel door slamming behind me ricocheted around inside of his skull, making him dizzy. He just stood there in shock. Perhaps he had thought of screaming but when he opened his mouth nothing but sobs came out. But having Sebastian Ross as his cellmate made him feel more comfortable but somewhere inside he mustve felt a bit devastated. They heard people calling their names on the tier but they couldn’t speak. Paperface closed my eyes hoping to find some relief, but what he saw in his mind’s eye were all of the horrible choices he made and the faces of the people that he hurt in the process. But it was all part of Sebastian's big plan of being the king of all the serial killer Gods and in that moment of despair he thought about the times when he couldve taken action to stop this nightmare from happening, but it was way too late. He then took to the bed and laid his head down on the pillow and fell asleep, and in this dream or portaln he found himself on his way to a friend while on his way he noticed a mob of men with machine guns all point their guns at his friends, directing all their frustration and hatred towards his friends house. Then they shot them and noticed him at the same time, so they chased him. He was running towards territories of other gangs. And whilst he ran their way, he noticed the rival gang shooting at him, so they started shooting his way, luckily he took a left turn and ran into another gang who wanted him dead, so they too chased him and he took another left, then ran in between these gigantic buildings, but they spread out and searched; when they probably could not have found him, they must've given up. He unknowingly stopped in front of this family's house. However the father was not there, nor were their mother because while he was resting nearby their gate. The eldest daughter came out and invited him. (She could probably see that he was in some sort of trouble) When he went inside, she made him some food. He was staring at their white photo filled walls. And she took him to a room, where her younger sister too was sitting; she was probably about sixteen years old and he was already in his mid-twenties. While he was busy eating the food that the young lady had prepared for him, her younger sister got up and kissed him. He stared at her, with such distraught in his eyes. It seemed he had startled. Because a young girl had unexpectedly kissed him and at that very same moment when he was about to say or do something, her sister yelled either from the front door, or the kitchen: 'Make quick! You got to get out of here, my dad's here!" So he got up, shocked and not knowing what to do, he said to her: 'Forget this ever happened." Their father's car made its way to the drive way and that very same time the elder sister yelled in fear and frustration that he had to leave. So he went through the back door and jumped over the brick wall fence. It was then where he had noticed this girl standing with a crane in her hand, singing a peculiar song with her back faced to him, and he quietly made his way over the wall. Then hid behind the bins and other black bags of garbage, of course she might have been blind, and would unfortunately not see him, but probably heard his footsteps as he climbed over the wall. As he walked closer and closer to her, he noticed on her right that there was a mob coming her way. Unsure if they were going to attack her or just passing through, he rosé to her aid and started attacking them; they eventually fought back but he soon surrounded him, but he had one of their friends/ members. He then insisted they cease to their attempt to harm her, but they were so angry that they didn't really care whether their friend lived or die. So they all swarmed up on him, attacking him and with that he unknowingly had slit the throat of their friend/ fellow member whom he had held in his arms. One of them pulled out a gun and pointed it at his face, but he swiftly moved around the guy, and took the gun out of his hand, and pointed it at his head. The rest of the gang startled, as tough it was their leader whom he had a gun pointed at, and count in his favour since he was amid a mob of low life thieves and supposedly killers. They tried getting under his skin and started insinuating that he didn't have the heart to pull the trigger, and with that also moved in closer on him. And as he stared at them; all being so young, and probably still just boys attending school, a shot went off and he had shot another of their members and this made them run off, but he still had hold of their leader. But seeing what he had done, shooting a young boy probably aged 11 or 12, he stood there shocked, with tears in his eyes and unsure of what he'd do next. The blind girl walked up to him, touched him on the shoulder and told him it all was going to be alright and suggested that he come with her, and so he did and as they walked through this dark, rat infested tunnel that had this agonising and horrible stench; but he however must've felt a bit awkward being led by a blind girl. Paperface suddenly woke up sweating all over his face. One could make a gesture or insinuate that it was his conscience looking back, as if it were on a runaway train to prison and every choice he made accelerated his imminent arrival. At that exact moment when he had wiped the sweat from his forehead, when he had finally opened his eyes and looked around the filthy cell, there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. He mustve felt like the most worthless piece of crap ever known to mankind. His life had just hit rock bottom and he couldn’t see any way up or out. That was by far the worst moment of the worst day of his entire life. But also the beginning of the massacre to his existence. ........................... The dream was an untold story, a mystery just as he. And what bothered him more was definitely Octavian showing up, and he was different, he was not the gentleman type, but far more inhumane and ruthless, sort of unstable. Was he staring at a complete look alike or was he at the verge of losing it and finally realising that he and Octavian shared a remarkably similar identity? The warden walked up to him and Sebastian and introduced himself in a very informal way, and he started off by saying: "So you see this very nice prison with nearly 700 prisoners inside. It has a protective custody section on the right side of the road with 26 protective custody prisoners. Hadnt had any major riots." "What are you trying to say?' Asked Sebastian. "Yesterday I recieved two legendary prisoners in one go raisingt legendary prisoners to 3. I also had one very deadly prisoner with 4 traits volatile, instigator, extremely tough and deadly. Who had a total of 39 prison murder with over 600 years to go on his sentance', said the Warden. 'So you've taken caution to the wind I see', Sebastian said smiling... 'You think you're smart? I'll show you what happens to wise guys!' The warden said. The warden just pretended not to hear what Sebastian had to say. And continued by saying,' Now as I was saying...One of my lenegardies that morning killed a guard, took the keys and tried to escape." I suppose a few prisoners probably joined him and acted hastily to get away?' Sebastian asked patronizingly... "I don't like being interrupted! So as I was saying! they were extremely quick and had the keys they managed to get passed all my guards getting tazed twice." "Eventually your men caught them, but I guess what you're trying to tell us...the moral to that story is?' Sebastian asked. 'Mess with the bull, you get the horns! Now shut up!' The warden said upset... .............................. They went back to their cells because of a technical problem and many of the other prisoners sounded upset about it, so they walked away complaining, however humbled in their own way. While in their cell, Paperface fell asleep early and had what seemed to be another dream and in that dream it was a fateful Monday which followed a horrible weekend where he dreamt about a young man who was consumed by depression and fixated on suicide. For the first time he not only wished for death but planned how to do it. In the dream, the young man told his psychiatrist who wore a red veil or cloth over his/her head. He could not see a face, nor whether it were a man or female. But by the shape of the psychiatrist's hands, he soon discovered pshyciatrist were a female. She asked him whether he really meant it. But this was all in a moment of confusion. And both Paperface and the young man were left in distraught. He couldn't say no, nor could he say yes...least of all he didn't know what the question of the question of the psychiatrist was referring to; she asked if the young man would agree to go to the hospital. He however didn't know what to say but somehow finally had said yes. He probably figured that he knew now that he had no choice and that his peculiar psychiatrist let him decide on his own before she made the decision for him. And for that he was probably grateful, perhaps even the opposite. She called someone into the room by the name of Florent; he came with clothes, toiletries and a look that combined fear, worry and caring. And handed the clothes and toiletries over to the young man then left. Then the psychiatrist left and as she drove out of the parking lot, his psychiatrist took off her veil but he couldn't see her fave properly. Somehow he supposedly could think only of was what would happen when going to a psychiatric ward. Aside from a half-hour with a crisis counselor and a couple of chaperoned trips to the bathroom, he spent six hours on that gurney in the hallway of the emergency room (except for the single psych ward, this was a medical hospital). He and Florent spoke during that time, and he gently and carefully explained how bereft he would be if the young man were to take his own life. His feelings reached for the young man and he started to believe that he had to stay, for Florent, and for the other people who he loved. Florent sent him home at midnight, after they told us it wouldn't be too much longer. A woman in hospital scrubs took his place and sat with the young man for the next two hours while he continued to wait. She never said a word except to scold the young man when he threw his pillow down the hall. They took the young man upstairs at 2am. The quiet after the emergency room hallway was a relief. The nurses asked him some questions, they weighed and measured him, and they calmed and reassured him. When they were done, they took him to his room and gave him a sleeping pill and a mild tranquilizer. He got into his dormitory- style bed; "missing my husband, missing my dogs, the voice of a lady said and it left him wondering who the woman in the other bed was. He was depressed, anxious, but mostly stunned. The young man slept most of the entire next day. One very unusual thing about the psych ward was that they'd lock up the dental floss and hair dryer but allowed them to keep sneakers in their room. Certainly sneaker laces could inflict just as much harm as dental floss or a hair dryer cord? Not only did they lock up their possessions, but they went through the drawers in their rooms each day. They examined the contents of their visitors' bags but not always that well because one day Florent managed to sneak in his laptop. The utensils were plastic and the pictures were caulked onto the wall to prevent, supposedly, suicide by art. The young man woke up most days in a panic about being there. His depression eased over the week, but the confinement had caused a whole new agony. Almost every day he played a game in his head, imagining that hecould convince them to let him go home early, but knowing that it wouldn't happen. When the game was over, he went to his room in frustration where he would close the door and cry. His roommate asked what was wrong to which he could only say, over and over, "I want to go home." They had two group sessions each day. They were optional but strongly encouraged. Most revolved around the stress in their lives and how they could reduce it. He however didn't remember much of what they discussed, but it wasn't very helpful for him. He wanted and needed to talk about how horrible it had been to plan his own death. Assumingly by then, Paperface had probably understood vaguely what the dream was about. They had an hour of recreation in the afternoon where they would use one of three exercise bikes or glue shells to pieces of wood (He chose the former.) He made several friends by the second day, joining a group of four other men at meals. Their moods varied from day to day, sometimes from meal to meal, but there were always a couple of them doing well and they'd support the others. Two had been there before after suffering post-partum depression. Both were back because they decided they no longer needed anti- depressants. Let that be a lesson. He also got to know a funny and thoughtful man who had also contemplated suicide but was now more concerned about how he would tell his 13-year old son why Dad had been in the hospital. Visiting hours were from 6 to 8pm on weekdays and 2 to 8pm on the weekend. Florent spent every minute with the young man. Without that precious time together, he didn't know how he would have made it through the week. Nothing was scheduled for them on weekends so those six hours really meant a lot. On Sunday the gay husband of one of his friends there brought a cake for Florent. It was his 50th birthday. By far the strangest and most ironic thing about the psych ward was the fact that no one asked for help or reported anything wrong to the staff. The only goal was to get out, and to mention side effects or unhappiness is to risk being given extra days by the psychiatrists who strangely all wore red veils/ cloth and nurses who controlled their fate. They imagined a point system where one needed a certain number of points to get out. Points were gained for going to group therapy, chatting with the nurses, laughing. They'd lose points for crying, being angry, sleeping too much, or being negative. Hence the goal was to tell and show them what they wanted to hear. On this day the young man started to hear an echo that no one else did, and noticed during the group meeting that everyone's voices were out of synch with their mouths, like a soundtrack that was a few seconds behind the movie. He by then thought it was pretty weird but figured it was just a temporary side effect of the new drug he was taking. In any case, he had absolutely no intention of telling anyone about it. Each day they saw a psychiatrist who was assigned to them. His had the reputation as a superb psychopharmacologist, and although she was a pleasant lady, her bedside manner left a bit to be desired. She met with her patients on one of the couches in the hall, where anyone could (and did) listen to the conversation. As the young man's only goal was to be released, he was a fountain of good news everytime they had a conversation. The young man missed his own psychiatrist but their involvement was limited to speaking with the hospital psychiatrist. Most of his fellow patients were ordinary people, with a few exceptions of course. They ranged in age from 19 to over 70. The youngest, a petite girl who changed her clothes several times a day, had a temper tantrum her first evening. They all watched nervously as they led her into the "quiet" room, then listened to her scream and throw herself against the padded wall. They called in the cavalry, three burly security guards who accompanied a nurse with a syringe to sedate her. Another woman on the ward told them that she didn't work and did nothing day at home but watch TV and play on the computer. Her arms were covered with scars and healing wounds which looked like cigarette burns. Ironically, despite my earlier plan to commit suicide, he couldn't imagine how anyone could hurt themselves like she had. Another woman who was, ate with them was in the hospital for ECT. No medication had significantly helped her depression and this was her last shot at health. When they wheeled her back to the ward after her fourth treatment, she had a big smile on her face. It was a thrilling sight. The phone was our link to the outside world. There were two pay phones, located right next to each other in the hall where a TV blared most of the day. Florent brought the young man a phone card with 900 minutes on it. The young man used over 300 during that week, five hours hunched in the corner, a finger in one ear to block the TV noise, talking to Florent, to his sister, and to his friend Armedy, a nurse trained in psychiatry who understood what he was going through. And each night he called his 88-year old father on Florent's cell phone (also illegal) , who lived in a nursing on the west coast. The fact of his hospitalization could have done him in, so I never told him where he was, and tried to sound happy as we talked each evening. "What did you do today?" he'd ask. "Not much," the young man would reply, truthfully. One week after that fateful Monday I met with my psychiatrist on the couch in the hallway. He had been away for four days and I felt a lot better. He didn't think he would let the young man leave that day, but he was determined to make his best effort. So he told Florent how well he felt, how free of side effects he had been (putting aside that little matter of the echo, which, by the way, was short-lived) and why he should go home that day. Amazingly he agreed. Freedom was his and the young man gave a thumbs up to my friends, then felt a huge surge of guilt for abandoning them. Did his time in the psych ward help him? It did relieve his depression and allowed him to get to a therapeutic level of lithium quickly instead of having to build up to it. His suicidal thoughts dissipated in the emergency room as he revealed them to his mother. The young man and Florent. became closer than ever. He was his rock and he couldn't have made it through without him. He met some wonderful people and learned that he was not alone in his illness. The comfort we gave each other by their mere presence was more effective than all the pills they swallowed. His family rallied around him and they were a bunch of doctors with masks on their faces and they all chanted,' We are the malitia! You will lose the existence given to you and we will make you know the malitia!" Paperface woke up and stared at Sebastian who had told him not to sleep so much, and he just said to Sebastian,' The Malitia is coming." 'Oh I see...the man who tore of their faces and made masks thereof, and with that, caused an oblivion in their lives, leaving them to be a mere afterthought', Sebastian said. Suddenly a massacre rose' in occurence. It all had happened so fast, and right when Paperface was handed a book by the old man who passed by the cells, so about 11 hours after that, after Paperface read through this novel inspired by the voyages and masquerades of Genghis Khan, he was so intrigued when reading it, that he never bothered putting it down. And when their cells had opened, he and Sebastian walked through the different gangs, stariing at so many vile and vicious offenders who were all aiming to be where one man was and his name was on everyone's lips. In the mean time, Paperface and Sebastian went to a certain gang who kind of ruled the block they were in, and perhaps Sebastian's thoughts were to disempower him and strip him from his reign in that specific block, so that word can go out that a new wolf has became alpha. It in a way had looked thatw ay, but Paperface soon discovered that Sebastian's motives rose' father than that, and he and Blood Skin shook hands as though they had known each other for years and in a way it looked as if Blood Skin worshipped Sebastian as if he was some sort of God. So surprisingly Paperface stood there as he witnessed Sebastian having a conversation with Blood skin, who was the founder of the Red Savages, and he, 'Blood Skin" their leader... was born with a strange peculiar (RED) birth mark on his chest, stomach and body, due to that, his minions all tattooed their bodies to similar shapes and patterns. To prove their loyalty to their leader 'Blood Skin." Then, a fight broke loose between two rival gangs and soon Sebastian and Blood Skin found themselves in the middle of this riot between two rival gangs, and eventually the SWAT or reposition guards would arrive, coming in full force with hopes to to end the fight, but the fight soon turned into a riot and the others were stopped by bringing in the riot police to form a wall on the road he couldn't get passed. Sebastian and Paperface soon learned that one of the police had also done a shakedown that night and due to that a lot of prisoners had ended up in solitary missing out on food. As soon as eat time ended the riot started. Everyone was still in the canteens when it started in the Max sec canteen. Prisoners who rioted killed many cooks. It spilled out onto the prison where many ran for the doors passing cells. Reposition guards had to deal with it and it soon lead to the minimum and medium security prisoners to start rioting as well. 350 prisoners were rioting by that point with about 100 of them made their way to the main entrance. The warden had to call in another patch of riot police as he had just dismissed the other ones meaning 40 riot police were on site. He put the guards on free Fire mode and gun shots rang out. He had already have 36 people die beforehand most of them staff. The kill counter went up with the armed guards firing in prisoners. The main bulk of the prisoners broke through the the large jail doors and staff doors to get to the main entrance. They had two road gates to get through if they went down and 4 road gates to get through if they went up. So they didn't go either way. Instead they crossed the road and tried breaking into my protective custody area. The Warden hurredly shifted guards to met the onslaught. To his horror he found his protective custody prisoners had a little riot of their own in the canteen killing a guard and knocking Some out; and these prisoners were among Sebastian, Paperface and the rest of Blood Skin's gang, who were all disciples of Sebastian Ross. It was then where Paperface understood that before you are able to HURT people, you'll first have to learn to HEAL people. This was a valuable lesson even to a psychopathic serial killer like himself-