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Post by Victor Zsasz on Aug 21, 2012 20:22:52 GMT -10
The night was cold in the prison cell, darkness loomed everywhere – except that tiny shred of lighting from the barred window from which the glow of the moon shined in. This cell housed me because I had done some bad things, really bad things depending on who you asked but to me? It felt oh so right and I would do it again in a heartbeat. Having a cell to myself, they kept me from the regular prisoners because they said that I was a threat if I had flesh to cut and blood to taste. These were all things that didn’t faze me because I was not ashamed of the things that I had done and if that little girl were to come back from the dead? I’d slit that bitch open again, in a heartbeat!
Echoes were heard throughout the elongated, emptied hall minus the Security Guards who plagued it – they were here to make sure that guys like me didn’t escape because I was “bad” by society’s standards but in the cold, cruel world of what is reality? I fit in perfectly!
Female Security Guard: Zsasz, Mr. Arkham wants to see you…
Zsasz licks his lips replying to the young Security Guard.
Zsasz: Mmm… When I look at you, I see that nice little eight year old piece of ass that I fucked then cut up.
Getting to his feet while being cuffed, the female Security Guard looked sickened by him. Upon cuffing him; the female Guard along with a male one escorted Zsasz to a room – in this room stood an older man, he wore a white Doctor’s coat and the name tag read “Dr. Jeremiah Arkham” on it. Dressed in his bright orange prisoner outfit, Zsasz was seated in a chair across the table from Dr. Arkham. The swinging light was rather eerie, not to me of course but I could feel the tension from everybody in the room, the fear. Having his head lowered, he said nothing but sat there emotionless – waiting for Dr. Arkham to get this thing started.
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Post by Doctor Jeremiah Arkham on Aug 22, 2012 17:42:20 GMT -10
The Asylum was under intense pressure to show results for the funding it was receiving, but.. Jeremiah couldn't produce anything of quality value. The inmates that was locked in Arkham was some of Gotham's most dangerous, ranging from Patient J- to of course the man that sat across from him now; Zsasz. Arkham kept updated on Zsasz' profile, knowing that sooner or later the court system would give up on him and instead of paying for him to be locked up else-where, they'd stick him in Arkham with the rest of the 'sick.'
The thing that interested Jeremiah about Zsasz was the constant self-abuse he put himself through, the markings on his flesh. When someone sliced themselves it said a lot about being unfit mentality, but Zsasz had more markings than Jeremiah had ever seen on anyone else. The problem was deep-rooted, the sickness was in an advanced stage, but there was nothing Arkham couldn't cure.
"Mister Zsasz, or would you prefer me to call you by your first name..? Victor?" Slowly lifting his head, Zsasz shrugged his shoulders as Arkham jotted down a note with the pen in his hand.
"As you know Victor, you're currently being housed in a super-max cleansing home. We're not here to judge you kind friend, rather- we're here to help you. I of all people understand how a man as sick- and not sick in the way that society deems someone who is unwell.. but sick as in, tired, frustrated, weak.. I know you do not feel good, that would explain the carvings on your arms."
The 'carvings' Jeremiah referred to was actually game-points Zsasz used to keep score on how much he'd 'won' in his life of the game of crime he played whilst free. Taking a second to look up and laugh lightly at Jeremiah's remark, Zsasz shook his head- keeping those beady eyes on Arkham. "You've got it all wrong, Doctor.. All wrong."
Just by Zsasz showing that he would communicate with Jeremiah was a sign of positive progress, one that he had not reached with Patient J and felt he could not establish, no matter how much effort was put into trying to build a bridge to travel across.
"Oh? Well, explain to me what I'm not getting. Apparently if I'm missing something as you implied, I'm not doing my job correctly- so feel free.. Fill me in on what I've got all wrong.. It'll make our session much, much more productive and will lead to a better understanding of what sorta illness you have.. And how I can cure you."
After the initial meeting with Patient J, Jeremiah was shook by what he felt.. fear. Not fear of the man, but rather.. fear that he couldn't help him, because Patient J.. He wasn't sick, he was just evil. Now with Zsasz? Arkham had done his homework, he had something of a past to work with as far as dealing with Victor's background. This wasn't some new, right out of the darkness type of criminal that he was dealing with- Jeremiah knew he could dig into Zsasz' history and find something that'd set off the sickness and then work to cure it so Zsasz could liive a normal life, one without the impulses to do harm to others. Reclining in his chair slightly, Jeremiah looked on.
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Post by Victor Zsasz on Aug 22, 2012 18:05:56 GMT -10
Zsasz: “You REALLY want to get into my head Doc.?”
Jeremiah nodded, showing great interest.
Zsasz: “These are not cuts, these are trophies – ways to remind me of the things that I have done. Do you have grandchildren?”
Jeremiah: “No, I don’t!”
Smiling, the look on Zsasz’s face told an entire story all its own.
Zsasz: “Well imagine feeling the warmth, the body heat from a child. Not in that cuddling kind of way but in the kind where you lust for them… Mm… Man was she delicious Doctor, she was REALLY tight too.”
Dr. Arkham kept his composure.
Zsasz: “All of these are reminders, ways that I can reminisce and REALLY get turned on – I truly do hope to add more in my future, maybe one with that cute little Security Guard right there.”
Winking at the female guard, it was obvious that Zsasz had some really bad intentions brewing right now. Dr. Arkham took in a deep breath, he knew that this was going to be a long night.
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Post by Doctor Jeremiah Arkham on Aug 22, 2012 18:24:20 GMT -10
"There's an up and downside to the way you talk, Victor. On one hand, I see someone striving for help, seeking to get better.. but on the other? I see someone that's grew complacent with the impure thoughts. You've tricked yourself into thinking you're this way Victor, you're not. You're as human as I am." Many inmates would go on record saying that Arkham was nearly unbreakable as a psychiatric wall. Penetrating the mental wall he had up was nearly impossible, Patient J could say he put a dent, but a man like Zsasz wouldn't emulate that success.
"You reasons for destroying yourself, I believe it. You need a constant reminder of your behavior because you don't even know what you want anymore, I understand that. Those-"
Pointing to the countless scars that was dug into Zsasz' arm, Arkham nodded and continued, all as Victor sat patiently with a smile across his face for the 'diagnosis' he was being given.
"You call them trophies, I consider them cries for help. If you're going to attempt scare, intimidate or any other synonym that might run through your head to instill fear in me, it's not going to work. Targeting grand-children, going into detail of your crimes.. It's the sickness speaking NOT Victor Zsasz. Now either.. You'll agree and meet me halfway so you can be cured or we're going to have to do this the hard way which I would stray clear of."
He wasn't one to leave another with such hasty decisions, but results was expected and due- he knew he could possibly make some progress with Zsasz that'd show not just Mayor Garcia, but also those that fund Arkham things were being done, but not at a rapid pace. Curing the criminally insane was not an easy task, work had to be put in- methods needed to be done. Curing the problems was about trial and error, if one approach failed to work, another would surely be successful. By Jeremiah allowing Victor to pick the path he'd travel showed not just the desperation that was beginning to set into Arkham, but also the longing to cure someone..
Anyone..
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Post by Victor Zsasz on Aug 24, 2012 7:54:14 GMT -10
Zsasz: “The hard way huh? Do you know what I find interesting, even funny?”
Leaning forward, Zsasz had this really strange and creepy looking smirk stretched along his face – he definitely knew something.
Zsasz: “I have eyes and ears Arkham. I know that you NEED to cure somebody or well; you face some pretty serious scrutiny. Let’s be honest with each other here, you know better than anybody that I have no cure. These trophies? They are permanent! They are something more than a sickness that you preach of, it’s the same with all of you – continuing to preach of an illness; threatening the hard way – well Arkham, if you think you have what it takes then bring on the hard way.”
The look that was expressed on Zsasz’s face revealed that he was not intimidated in the slightest, as a matter of fact; he welcomed Dr. Arkham’s proverbial advances because he knew more on the outside than what Arkham knew that he knew. It would take nothing short of a miracle to break Zsasz, something that Arkham or his god couldn’t achieve.
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