TICK TOCK ON THE CLOCK

[LEO MARKER]

It made such little sense to Leo, that now whilst he was awaiting a doctor to take him into the execution room, he was handcuffed. He was never handcuffed, in fact there were several hours a day where his door was open for him to wander around wards and meet and socialise with the other prisoners. It certainly wasn’t his idea of death row but then this prison wasn’t his idea of a prison. The staff were as much criminals as the prisoners and in such a remote place they had ultimate control of everything. He supposed allowing them to roam free was fine because they would never escape. The walls were too high, the fencing was too electric and the sea was too boisterous. But nonetheless it seemed strange to him as he stood with his hand to the wall, his hands behind his back, tied down in metal chains to match those around his ankles, and yet there were no guards. They had left him waiting for the doctor. It was such a mess, such a system! He forced his mind to think of this and all of the other contradictions in the prison to avoid his thoughts going to what was behind that door. He’d seen it once before and he’d had such a panic attack that he’d blacked out. They’d forced him to lie on the bed, to be strapped down against it whilst they told him, in great detail, of what would happen the day he were to be wrongly executed. It was a bizarre dream which he couldn’t escape, and the scariest part of it was that it was going to be true. Death was staring him in the face, six years ticking down on the clock of his life. But he hadn’t done the crime, he’d came here to be a doctor and he insisted still that it was the truth.

The dark haired man leant heavier against the wall, his fists tapping to their own tune against the plaster as he nervously awaited the doctor. Apparently this was the man who was going to be doing the execution and Leo had never yet met him. They’d wanted him to do executions, they said so in his interview, but he’d declined the offer. He wasn’t a murderer. He wasn’t then and he wasn’t now. The thin cloth of his white clothing was nothing like a thick woolly jumper. He didn’t own anything warm and yet the building was just so cold, it was always cold. The general wing wasn’t too bad, and the hospital ward was tolerably okay but the death row wing was icy. He’d asked about it, or complained about it rather in one of his ‘I really don’t belong here rants’ but they said they needed to keep it cold for the dead bodies. Leo had suspected the guard of trying to scare him but after passing the morgue on the way to his chilly spot it had raised the hairs on his arms and sent a chilling sensation down his spine. This place was not a nice place to be and he couldn’t figure out how he would get away. He wasn’t allowed visits and he couldn’t ring out, but surely his foster father would care enough to know he was missing, that he hadn’t contacted was strange. He couldn’t convince the guards or the doctors because they were starting to talk of his mental health and if he were considered mentally ill then he could never escape because nobody would ever believe him. Plus he didn’t want to be piped full of medicine. He needed his head for this. Someone had planned to get him locked up and he needed to discover who and why before it was too late.

[JACK LARKIN]

Jack Larkin, scratch that, Dr Jack Larkin was running late. He had spent just an extra twenty minutes in the shower, and then a further ten minutes styling his hair. Some would agree that he was quite a vain man, others would imply that he just cared about looking good for his dear helpless patients. But in actual fact Jack wanted to look his best because today was the day he done the most important, perhaps the most exhilarating part of his job. Taking death row prisoners to the execution room in preparation for their untimely fate. Usually he took a few at a time, but today was different. He wasn’t taking just any old death row prisoner to the room, but instead was conducting a private tour for a prisoner considered one of the most evil of all the prisoners housed here. . . him. Of course it wasnt him self that he was taking for a viewing, but in actual fact the doctor which he had swapped places with. Jack had served long enough behind bars and now was his chance to experience it from the other side. Something he’d lay awake for most of the night, vividly dreaming about. Thinking so wildly it made him lie in his comfortable bed while he was wrapped up in cotton sheets, gazing at the home comforts he’d sadly missed for over six years. Of course in Jack’s mind there was nothing wrong with sending an innocent man to death row, because in his eyes that’s exactly what the law had done when they had him sent to prison in the first place. He truly believed that what had happened that night, so many years ago was a result of demonic possession. He wasn’t about to admit the actions of a, would be psychopath.

Dressed in his most favourite possession; a white lab coat complete with a stethoscope around his neck, he made his way down the cold echoing corridors. His leather shoes clomping as he walked slowly, taking in the iconic scenery on his way to death row. He spotted the useless excuse of a man as he waited patiently leaning against the wall, his fists tapping in what Jack could only hope was frustration. A smirk grew on the psychopaths face as he etched closer, his shadow drawing closer to a shadow of his former self. ”Good morning, Mr Marker.” Jack greeted the inmate, his eyes glazing over slightly as he became entranced in the décor above the prisoners head. ”Are you ready for the tour of doom?” Jack laughed slightly insensitively. But he’d been on the other end, he knew what orderly’s and doctors on power trips were like, and he had little sympathy for the innocent man who most likely had maltreated enough prisoners to deserve to be inside. Jack opened the room with a big bunch of keys, he loved the fact that the prison had not gone for all the new fad technology and stuck to keys. He pushed the door open and it creaked loudly. ”Scary huh?” He asked the prisoner laughing slightly. ”I am Doctor Larkin, those I like get to call me Jack. For you; its Dr Larkin. I have many years of experience doing executions and so it will be my responsibility to pull the plug on your useless life.” He stated recalling the same speech some asshole had given him years ago. ”Come on in.” He offered smiling welcoming. This was all rather too easy and too fun.

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[LEO MARKER]

Leo looked down the hall when the noise of footsteps alerted him to the doctors’ presence. It annoyed him now when he saw the doctor in his jacket and all. It was like he was purposefully separating them, placing a barrier between them and showing Leo exactly who the boss was. But Jack was only a doctor and so was Leo. The only difference was that he’d been stitched up. Out of anybody he’d hoped that Jack would help him, what with them sharing the same profession and all. He bit nervously over his lower lip and stood up straight as the doctor approached him. Jack’s smirk made him a little uneasy but nonetheless he returned a meek, less confident smirk as his heartbeat picked up to race, almost as if it were trying to get in as many beats as it could. ”Morning,” he responded quietly. The thing about Leo was that everything in his past and even his physical appearance seemed to point to criminal. He’d been a child bully, and he’d later gotten involved, only lightly, in drugs, and a bit less than lightly, in alcohol, eventually getting a girl pregnant at sixteen. His accent wasn’t refined like usual doctors and his physical strength did no professional favours for him. His eyes narrowed slightly at Jack’s question, and more so at his following laughter. Was he enjoying it? ”Not really,” Leo mumbled as he slid his fingers into each other. There wasn’t much you could do in terms of movement when your hands and feet were handcuffed. He turned his head to watch the doctor open the door, his brow furrowed as anxiety began to burrow its way into his throat. Leo inhaled deeply and shut his eyes momentarily, only to open them at the creak. He cringed, glaring at the doctor’s obvious amusement.

He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the doctor’s blunt statement. The doctor was enjoying himself, there was absolutely no doubt about it. He loved his job, he loved seeing people’s terror. Now he knew why he was handcuffed because this doctor was so damn bitchy that without his hands tied behind his back he would attack him. That wouldn’t do him any favours of course. ”Doctor Larkin,” Leo repeated, his attitude speaking for the actions he would commit were he not tied up, although his anxieties of the room were slightly getting to his voice, ”Well you can call me Doctor Marker. And you’re not executing me, I haven’t had a trial, I haven’t committed a crime.” he stated, shaking his head, his nostrils flared. It wasn’t a good thing when your doctor reminded you of your past abusive foster father and yet the way Jack referred to his life as useless kind of brought back memories. He took in another deep breath, trying to settle his uneasy mind as he looked over at the open door. He didn’t want to go inside the room. He didn’t want any of it to happen. And for a moment he considered refusing but that would only make them get physical and when he only had his head to use as a weapon things weren’t particularly shining down well on him.

Leo took a slow stumble, due to the overly tight chains around his ankles, but caught his balance against the door. The room loomed there, like a heavy plate of glass about to shatter down his neck. The chair, the bed, whatever it was centred the room, the straps. He wasn’t going to die this way! He wouldn’t die this way. His heart no longer seemed stable and he refused to go any further into the room. He averted his eye line to the ceiling but knowing it may be the last thing he ever saw, he returned it to the ground. ”I’m innocent!” he growled somewhat snappish and aggressively at Larkin. ”For fuck sake, I’m meant to work here, not be a prisoner! Check my files. I had an interview just two month ago for here. I had a job offer not a fucking suicide request!”

[JACK LARKIN]

Jack inhaled the smell of fear as he tread towards the other doctor. It was amusing. It was all very very amusing. Jack raised an eyebrow as the man responded to his greeting; his voice was a little quiet and slightly cautious; it was irritating to say the least and Jack sighed loudly. ”I hate it when prisoners mumble. I trust you will remember that. I do not like to strain my ears.” He advised biting his lip his voice donning something of a sarcastic tone as the doctor narrowed his eyes. Presumably the Marker man didn’t appreciate being laughed at by his doctor. Perhaps Marker hadn’t experienced the humiliation that he had felt during his stay in prison. Well he would make damn sure he made up for it. The fake doctor rolled his eyes as Marker reported to not be ready. ”What a shame. Too bad you committed a shitty crime. I’m pretty sure those people you murdered or weren’t ready to die.” He smirked playfully as he eyed the man. He was pleased he had him chained up, Jack was sure he’d be a risk. Anyone who had been cuffed for no damn reason would be. He watched the mans reaction as the door creaked, and almost for fun he creaked it again before pausing to admire the traumatic look on the prisoners face. ”Nice.” He responded, the way he would after completing a nice set of teeth.

Jack Larkin turned around to face the prisoner; his stethoscope around his neck; ”Mr Marker.” He repeated as he fingered the cold metal, imagining the rubber tubing around Marker’s neck preventing him from breathing. His blood vessels screaming for release as the oxygen was slowly cut off and the man lost consciousness. It was an amusing thought. Jack smiled very patronisingly at the doctor. ”Yes of course… if you are a doctor Mr Marker, you would know that your syndrome and loss of memory is as a result of trauma. Trauma is something which happens rather unexpectedly, and unpleasantly. We will work with you to help you through this. But the only way to freedom is admitting you have committed the crime. It’s not hard to do.” Jack’s smile was a little twisted as he bit his lip speculatively. He repeated the words which his ex psychiatrist slash fuck buddy told him before he convinced her to focus on sex as opposed to his therapy. He didn’t believe he had a problem. By the time he left his other prison; neither did his psychiatrist…

Jack watched as the man pathetically stumbled into the doorway, but stopped frozen. ”Come on.” Jack stated prodding him in the bum with an empty needle syringe he had in his pocket, in attempt to shock him into moving forward. ”Oh yes Mr Marker. We are all innocent. In fact; I often believe I am the only real innocent in here…” He laughed as he walked over to the execution stretcher, touching the big buckles feeling the souls of the many that had died here. ”Your meant to work here… yes… I have checked your files, in fact I read them this morning. Quite a history you have there.” Jack smirked again before running a hand through his blonde hair.

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[LEO MARKER]

He hated this place. He hated everything about it. It was certainly growing on his temper. Leo had to take a deep breath to avoid himself lashing out on Jack, the moron. Not like he could anyway for practical reasons. He put his head back against the wall. How on earth could he have landed himself here?! Of all places, it was terrifying. He didn’t know how to deal with it because nothing really made sense. Jack was quickly becoming his enemy, perhaps because he was overly stressed in here but it seemed making enemies was a lot easier here than on the outside. ”I didn’t commit shit!” he snapped loudly, frustration clearly evident in his tone. ”I’m not a murderer! For fuck sake, you’re a doctor, help me!” He pleaded and yet he doubted it would work. The doctor would help him, he’d help him to die. It wasn’t the help he wanted, he just wanted somebody to believe him before he lost his mind. They wouldn’t even let him ring out. That wasn’t a privilege death row prisoners were allowed, but he needed to ring his foster dad, he needed to alert him as to what had happened that way he could get an investigation sorted. And then Leo could be free and get back home. He bit harder on the inside of his cheeks as Larkin forced the door to creak again. This was an inescapable nightmare. It was really smart of them to have his hands handcuffed behind his back because that way he couldn’t even bob Jack on the head. But head butting and biting were starting to become really appealing options. He was on death row, what worse could they do to him?

Mr Marker, it was so cold. So he wasn’t going to call him doctor, probably to lower his status, why couldn’t he call him Leo. It wasn’t as cold, in fact it was more friendly, way more friendly. He didn’t like the idea of breaking down but it seemed very realistic. How could he not break down when he’d been sentenced to death? His daughter was going to think he was a murderer. Daddy wasn’t around because he murdered two kids, what a psycho. He gulped back emotions because that would only warrant him more torture from the doctor, and the other inmates. He shook his head all the while that Jack diagnosed him. ”I haven’t lost my memory. I can remember everything, there’s no blank spots. I remember getting a job, I remember boarding a ship a free man and waking up in a cell! Don’t try and fucking mess with me, I’m not giving into your mind games. Something’s going on here and I’m going find out what. You’re not going to execute me!” he declared aggressively as his chest heaved with air. He could taste each breath as though it were his last. He hated living like this. Would there be a crowd of Americans with signs telling him to go to Hell on the date, would there be an audience in the room? Would his foster dad get to come and watch, maybe even hold his hand whilst it happened or would he die alone, the same way he’d been most of his life.


Leo had stood resistant against the opening in the door but then a sharp pain ran through him, and his instincts pressed him inside away from the weapon. The leap had made him crash against the chair which caused just as much panic as the pain so he turned from it quickly, and glared at the doctor. ”What did you do?” he asked, as his eyes glimpsed the needle. He’d been stabbed? The doctor had stabbed him, he was in disbelief for a few moments, and he was only distracted by the coldness of the chair against his back. So many people had died in that chair, and so would he. He walked some steps away from it. He hated the smell of the room. It was so hospitalised, but it wasn’t typical, it was creepy and he didn’t like it. He was scared of it. He could hear the quiver in his breathing and his eyes shone with fear. His history? He’d looked through his history, of course he had. He was never getting out. And he’d been stabbed! His anger of the stabbing returned almost as quickly as the stabbing had occurred. He staggered over to Jack, ”You stabbed me!” he exclaimed in disbelief, ”Fuck you! If you’re going to kill me then I’m going to make this the worst six years of your life!” he shouted, his eyes brimming with tears that he didn’t want to set free. Instead he dealt with his emotions another way and suddenly bit into Doctor Jack’s nose. He’d never bitten anyone before and it was harder to do when he could barely walk because of chains and he had no use of his hands but he tried to bite down hard and he tried to savage it for all he was worth.

[JACK LARKIN]

Jack bit his lip as he watched Leo take a deep breath. He presumed this was his way of managing his anger towards the blonde doctor. Jack smiled, ”Well Mr Marker; the courts and your papers say different.” He smiled, shaking his head. ”It’s deeply distressing for inmates who are in denial. The problems are much easier to tackle when you acknowledge that there is an issue.” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed slightly. ”Your right, I am a doctor… and I will help you. But this isn’t the time for therapy; this is the time for preparation.” He advised the doctor calmly. ”You will be under the psychiatrist as well, it’s obvious you are having adjustment issues.” He smiled warmly. Jack made his way over to the gurney and ran his fingertips over the smooth leather; it seemed better being on the other side of the fence. The side where you could assist with the process. Jack wasn’t a fan of counting down the days to his own death and so he found it amusing watching the reactions of the inmates. This had to be his favourite part of the week.

Jack listened to the doctor, and he sighed gently. ”Okay… so perhaps you had a job interview. Perhaps you got a job. In between that and you boarding the ship; you committed a serious crime. You were convicted of murder. You boarded the ship to be transported here. So you could begin your sentence. It’s quite common, lots of men blank out their crimes. Post traumatic stress disorder. I’m sure we can write you up for something.” He shrugged calmly. ”No one is trying to ‘fucking mess’ with you. Nobody is playing mind games. If you wish to play the detective that is up to you. I have no intention of executing you today.” Jack advised using his hands to communicate. ”Please calm down. If you don’t I will have to have you sedated.” He informed the inmate seriously.

Jack laughed loudly as the inmate jumped forward as the needle pricked him in the bottom. ”I jabbed you.” Jack advised him, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His blue eyes; a glimpse of euphoric adrenaline surging through his system. ”I didn’t stab you. Stabbing would consist of using a knife… not a needle.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. The inmate really had no idea as to what Jack was capable of and as Jack felt more excitement by the idol threats the inmate made, he laughed. He was wondering as to whether it was worth divulging part of his history to Leo, just to get his reaction. He watched in amusement as Marker’s eyes brimmed with tears; the same tears he’d watched many other guys cry when they’d been given a release date or had their appeal granted. But Jack had grown hollow inside. His time in the grill had made him cold. ”Like I said before Marker, I am not going to kill you. And you can attempt to make my life hell… but I’m sure I can do ten times worse to you. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” Jack smirked, but shock surged through the doctor as the inmate clamped down on his nose. ”You fucking jerk.” And within seconds, Jack’s strong grip was around the prisoners throat, clamping down on his airway. He rammed his thumbs hard onto the hinge of both sides of Marker’s jaw, the pressure would make it open sooner or later. When the man had let go of his nose, Jack raised a hand to it; he could feel he was bleeding and his eyes were watering, his nose stinging. ”Doctor Marker. You have overstepped the mark. You can rant on about your qualifications. Or your step dad Lawrence. Or your daughter that is missing… I know all about you, perhaps you aren’t deluded… but who is going to believe you?” Jack smirked shaking his head.

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[LEO MARKER]

Leo shook his head. He couldn’t survive in here. If anything his attitude and aggression would only get his death sentence moved sooner, or they’d kill him, say it was self defence. He couldn’t understand how he could have done something so bad in his life to receive such karma. He wanted Lawrence, he wanted his little girl. If he ever got out he was going to track her down. She’d be about thirteen now. He’d been an awful father so far, if she even existed. ”I didn’t have a trial!” Leo said quietly, biting on his lower lip. ”I’d like to see my papers,” But what would it do? If it said he’d killed them, if they said he’d had a trial, well what if he had? What if he’d had a trial and he’d killed those children and he’d forgotten or something? But he didn’t even want to consider that. He wasn’t a murderer. He was a doctor and he’d been set up and somebody would prove it and get him out. He was innocent. ”There is an issue, I’ve been set up!” he exclaimed. A psychiatrist, well he’d had one as a child and he wasn’t thrilled to get back to one. They’d been so nice to him and he’d been so angry. He’d been a very angry teenager. But he didn’t know what he thought about a psychiatrist now, if they were on his side then he’d be happy to talk but he doubted they would be and he didn’t want to get drugged up.

He didn’t want to listen to this, he didn’t want to become convinced that he was guilty. He knew cops though, he’d gotten in enough trouble as a kid, he’d ran from enough of them and they could easily convince somebody they’d committed the crime. They had tricks that Leo didn’t want to think about. But this Jack wasn’t even a cop, he was a doctor! ”I don’t need pills,” he scowled at the suggestion. Although he had been quite into drugs as a teenager but he’d sorted himself out. Taking any kind of pill would only become dependence and he needed to keep the clear head he’d do far attempted to maintain. ”You’ll have to have me sedated, are you joking?!” he questioned. This place was not a prison, how could they sedate him... they probably had the same power that they had to execute him. They probably poisoned his food. Paranoia could sometimes be his thing, especially when he was in situations he wasn’t particularly comfortable with but he didn’t think this suspicion was paranoia. It was common sense. It was worthy. He was being put to death for a crime he didn’t commit. He stared at the chair. He really didn’t want to have to sit in it. It wasn’t really the type of photo you put on facebook for all of your friends to see, hell he didn’t even have facebook in here. No access to the internet other than that prisoner passions thing and that was just a joke.


Leo didn’t care for the technical terms. Stabbing, jamming, they both had the same meaning and he was becoming quickly sick and tired of this doctors mind games. He hated feeling so weak. He didn’t cry, he barely ever cried but how could he not? His life was going to end and he was innocent and chained up and he couldn’t get off the island. Maybe if it was on land his survival chances would be better but he’d researched this place, it was barely impossible and it wasn’t state ran. They could do what the hell they liked. His threat was obviously met with the bite. Leo had no intentions of getting off, no thoughts of the consequences. He knew a fight would probably ensure and he knew he was tied up but he needed to get at this man, this monster. He was blinded by anger and fear. Leo tried to fight against the suffocation on his airway as the doctor pressured him to let go. He just wanted to hurt him but it was all getting too much and he needed to breathe. He finally let go, coughing loudly but he wouldn’t move his glance from the doctor, or the wound he’d caused. If he’d left a scar he was glad. He’d be able to look at it every day and be reminded of the innocent man he was going to kill. He eyes widened slightly when he mentioned the daughter, how would he know? Lawrence, fair enough because he was his next of kin, but his daughter. He felt a whole fresh new anger inside of him. Suddenly it all clicked. They knew he was innocent, he’d been right. For a few moments he felt frozen, his eyes widening in horror. ”You know I’m innocent!” he stated aloud. ”Then why would you do this? You can’t kill an innocent man, what the fuck is your problem?” he questioned viciously as he approached the doctor though it was difficult to be in any form of good positioning being so chained up. ”Please, I have a daughter. For her, help me!”

[JACK LARKIN]

Jack was convinced by the tirade that Leo was showing, he would have a hard time inside. He had little street credibility in the halls of the prison. He didn’t seem to know his place. All this whining and crying got you no where, and Jack was sure sooner or later the meat head would get into trouble with some other inmate. He sighed as Leo continued to drone on. He whined and whinged like a child and it was getting on Jack’s nerves. ”You did have a trial. I cannot believe you are deliberately choosing to blank out your trial.” Jack urged shaking his head. The man just had to keep pushing him. Sure he was innocent and perhaps had a right to whinge on but in all reality whining wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Well other than in trouble. ”You would… yes, I’m sure you and all of the other inmates would like to see their papers. Do you know how much time it takes for me to listen to this daily inferno of the same rant from every ‘innocent’ inmate in this goddamn prison? No! You don’t, so zip up your gob.” He retorted sighing, running a hand through his blonde hair. He was sure if the doctor continued to rant on, Jack would have to restrain himself from attempting another murder. The man was such an irritant. ”Yes. I am aware that you’ve been set up… I’m sure seventy five percent of all murder trials use that as an excuse.”

Jack perched on the edge of the execution bed; it felt somewhat reassuring to be perching somewhere where so many men and women had lost their lives. He was definitely going to have sex on the bed. It would be exhilarating. ”Pills are good. Why do you think so many people go out of their way to get addicted?” His voice was thick with sarcasm as he ran his hand through his blonde hair with irritation. ”No, why would I be joking? You’re a complete idiot if you think sedation is something to joke about. Your off the wall and this is going on your record.” He reported, having no idea what he was talking about but it sounded good in his opinion. He’d heard doctors and stiffs rant on about bollocks when he was a prisoner and he knew it didn’t have to make sense to irritate the receiver. ”Come on Leonardo. Sit down. You’ll enjoy this seat. Its comfortable.” He smirked knowing it would cause a rapid reaction.

Jack scowled as he felt blood trickle down his face. He had always liked his nose and if this creep had caused permanent damage he would make sure the ass hole paid for everything. Jack would ensure Leo was diagnosed with some sort of abdominal complaint which gave him the right to cut up his insides while he was awake because opps! The anaesthetic wore off… it would be such a good trip for the innocent doctor. The thought made Jack smile. There was nothing wrong with revenge. ”Why yes. You’ve told me so many fucking times. Of course I know you think your innocent.” Jack retorted playing mind games. He laughed loudly and then bit his lip. ”Why would I kill an innocent man? From my understanding your not an innocent man.” He laughed loudly. ”You may not have killed two children, but you abandoned your daughter. That isn’t exactly the actions of an innocent man.” Jack stated his voice now calm and his features blank. ”Yes… you do have a daughter… she has your eyes… “ The murderer teased before shrugging his shoulders. ”Doctor Marker… you know I don’t like children… if I was you… I’d watch your fucking step.”

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[LEO MARKER]

This was getting ridiculous. He knew all about the lengths people would go to to block things out but he hadn’t blocked this out because it didn’t happen. It was too soon ago that he’d been discussing the pros and cons of taking up the job with his step dad. He knew murder trials, they took so much longer than that. And he only had six years left of his sentence, he knew if he’d just been charged he’d have longer, surely. So it was definitely a set up and he definitely wasn’t blocking anything out. The fact that the staff were in on it made it more difficult, less easy to solve. But there would be a way out. If anything Lawrence had taught him, it was to have faith and he had faith that he would be free. He’d never really thought much about God before, maybe that was why he was here, stuck inside of a cell because he’d declared himself as an atheist. He was in Hell and Jack was the Devil. Maybe he was dead. He would be soon. Leo sighed, putting a stop to the tormenting thoughts, and he looked seriously at Jack. There was no work he could do here. This was just another one of those doctors who’d grown up with poncey parents with a poncey house and poncey money, the type he’d had to deal with in medical school. It was fine for them to kill poor people, people without parents, people with rougher accents, because they beneath them. He was beneath Jack, just as some people saw spiders. He knew that now. No matter how much pleading he did it wouldn’t work because he wasn’t rich and he hadn’t grown up in a rich family. ”I have at least a right to read my court papers. They’re public, you can’t disclose them from me.” he stated reasonably, partially because he doubted they existed. Maybe it would worry them a bit, make them realise what they were doing just took up too much damn effort. ”The governments fucked up, but they’re not that fucked up, they won’t let you kill an innocent man.” he insisted reasonably. Surely before each execution they had to get permission from the government. He would get his case pleaded. In fact he wanted an appeal based upon the fact that there was never a trial. Where was his lawyer, and more to the point who was his lawyer?

Leo frowned at Jack’s observation on pills. Part of him wanted them just to get through this ordeal, but most of him knew it would be the end of him. He’d worked so hard to sort his life out, he’d been a messed up kid but he wouldn’t be a messed up adult however much easier that would be. ”I don’t want pills,” Leo confirmed again as he slipped his fingers together. There wasn’t too much he could do but stand and glare. He raised his eyebrows quite seriously at Jack’s statement and scowled. ”What’s going on my record? What the fuck are you on?!” he stated loudly, exasperated by Jack’s idiocy. He was on a serious power trip, it was ridiculous. Leo’s scowl deepened and his nostrils flared. ”My name’s not Leonardo, you dick,” he snapped viciously, ”And I aint sitting in that thing. I can’t anyway, dipshit, my hands are tied behind my back, I’d be lying on my hands, and of course you won’t fucking untie me because then you’ll get a black eye and you’re too pretty for that. A black eye wouldn’t enhance your looks, it would fucking ruin you, so no, I can’t sit in your fucking chair!” Leo shouted rather loudly. He was angry and normally would have pushed Jack by now but it was impossible.

He couldn’t understand him, hadn’t he just admitted he knew? His brow furrowed, confusion flowing through him as he narrowed his eyes. Maybe he’d misunderstood but it would make more sense if this was Jack being a fuck up as usual. He couldn’t grasp him. As the psychopath spoke he struggled to control his breathing. How did he know? ”I was sixteen, and she left! I didn’t abandon her, she disappeared. How the fuck did you know that?” he questioned quite savagely. It wasn’t as if he opted to be out of his daughters life, but he wasn’t in a good place. He was often off his face, he slept around, and then he met some girl who he was pretty much into but he was too into her and they had a lot of sex. Most of the time it was unprotected because Leo hadn’t liked using condoms at the time, and he hadn’t really been able to afford them but he’d never told people that. He was an angry kid, he always got into fights, he always skipped school. He wasn’t father material. He wasn’t son material, or boyfriend material. And Lawrence had to give him a big sorting out, it had taken years to get him on the right path again and even then he was tempted by other things. He would always be a player. Settling down was just too damn scary. ”She has my eyes?” he asked, caught slightly off guard. His first feeling was kind of bliss. It made his heart leap to know there was somebody walking around with his eyes and he wanted to see her, a photo or something. But then his face gradually grew concerned. How did Jack know what his daughter looked like? His jaw dropped at the ultimate threat. A girl who he’d never met was now at risk from this doctor, depending on his behaviour? But she was an innocent child. He looked at the doctor for only a moment before he attacked. Again. Although this time with less restraint. He, of course, had the lower hand in the fight being tied up and all but he was physically strong so that would help him. He pushed Jack with his body to the floor, and head butted him as hard and fast as he could after dropping to his knees. He instantly felt dizzy and he had very little weapons, though he did have his knees, however difficult it was to manoeuvre them and he tried to dig Jack where it would hurt the most.