Post by JACK LARKIN on Aug 30, 2010 1:12:10 GMT
PRISONER DATA
J A C K THEODORE
L A R K I N
16 /February / 1980
WISCONSIN
CHILD MURDERER
THE STATEMENT
HISTORY
My childhood was uneventful. I was intelligent and usually got my own way. I came from a wealthy background; my mother was an anaesthetist, and my father a cardiac surgeon, my sister Megan became a renal consultant. Imagine their disappointment when I had no interest in studying medicine; not the kind practiced in hospital anyway. I had always had a fascination with a smile. And the things which compromised the smile. But my father wouldn’t take no for an answer; he wanted me to become a doctor. I trained and gained some skills; if I couldn’t be a dentist, I would train in the trade of plastic surgery. I enjoyed the beautiful and loathed those with deformities, the ones who had been hit by the ugly tree. But there was an incident in my training; perhaps I was aware, perhaps not. The lies have spiralled so much I cannot tell what is real and what is not… the incident involved the death of a patient. Perhaps I overdosed them with morphine to stop the psychological pain of their obvious problem, or perhaps it was a general common mistake that all medical students do; and only a few suffer because the patient died. Nevertheless it was a window out of the profession, and into dentistry. I suppose you’re wondering how that works… well they are different professional bodies and I was never charged of anything. Rumours were never proved.
So I became a dentist, and if I am being honest; I was bloody good at it. Each patient had amazing teeth, and the ones which didn’t; well unfortunately had to have them removed, capped or veneered. I earned myself a good reputation; not only for my extreme perfection and provision, but the fact that I was happy to make special deals to make sure all treatments were affordable. I couldn’t stop working once I’d began the masterpiece and so I often worked late into the night. Young women were my favourite; the ones with a good bust and bone structure. Admittedly I was very charming and perhaps a little too cocky for my own good. I can tell you a lot of the late night work wasn’t just finishing the teeth. I was a ladies’ man and I enjoyed being single. My dentist chair was a very popular place for my dates, because they thought I was breaking the rules; women love a bad guy. All except one.
She was different to everyone else. The type of woman who I had to work for. It took a long time and a lot of dentist appointments to get her to agree to go on a date with me. The first date went a treat; a picnic under the stars- not my style at all but I’m flexible. She became besotted with me and I actually thought we had a chance; that was until she introduced me to her children. Katie and Simon. Katie was four with blonde hair and blue eyes; she looked angelic but had already sold her soul to the devil. Simon on the other hand was seven, he had dark hair with blue eyes and had obviously been the man of the house until I showed up. I hated kids; I always have done. Even my own niece and nephew bug me, but these two were something else. It was as if the Omen had come alive and these two children were vessels from hell.
Other people who met them didn’t see the big problem, but they were evil. As soon as their mother had her back turned they’d start. Some manipulative prank to irritate me. Now as my temper goes, it’s not too bad, but I cannot tolerate children at the best of times, so those who deliberately try to ruin my life and my relationship boil my blood. I’d put up with it for two long; six months in total. It was my longest relationship ever. It was a Monday night and we’d planned to have a romantic meal. I was going to cook. Her mother was to come pick the children up, but five minutes after I’d arrived, she had a phone call; her father had a heart attack. I got dumped with the kids while she ran down to the hospital. The night was ruined. Nevertheless I decided I would still cook. I was chopping an onion when I heard a loud crack. I ran into the living room the knife still in my hand; my apron still in place. The children stood grinning; the devil laughing at me as they picked up my cell phone and once again threw it at the floor. I ran over brandishing the knife. My brand new cell ruined… I still am unwilling to comment on the accusations made in the media.
I was later found guilty, apparently by lawyer sucked because I was charged with the murder of two children. Just my luck. I was shipped off to a prison not far from my home. I spent six years in the prison, and quickly worked my way to the top. I traded dental care for anything I wanted and was soon popular with the orderly’s. I managed to manipulate our warden; she was a feisty old bitch, but she was convinced that we were an item. The stupid woman; but I used her to get what I wanted. It was like a game of chess and everyone was like a pawn bowing to my every move. Every now and then my temper got the better of me and an inmate would turn up dead… for a while this wasn’t such a big deal; because two or three deaths every two to three years wasn’t a big deal for a prison, so I’m told… But in my last year, it was investigated, and the moronic warden whom trusted me, was replaced. I was charged with the murders of the other inmates; in all honesty I wasn’t given a fair trial and they had no evidence that it was actually me. But since I was already serving life they didn’t think it mattered. I was transferred to Kronos Pyre and put on death row. Only before I transferred, a pal called in a few favours.
He put me in touch with the warden of the place, George Stafford; a guy I’d met many years before when I’d fixed his teeth up good and proper; he owed me a favour. It was just my luck that this guy was corrupt and managed to fix me up with a plan to help me switch my time bomb sentence, to act as a member of staff. Coincidently, the night I was due to be transferred, there was a storm. The boat we were on thrashed wildly in the night, and if I’d never been sea sick before I certainly was that night. But the adrenaline kept me going. A man called Leo Marker was on the same boat; a new doctor being shipped in too. Only the doctor got knocked out, and it gave me the perfect opportunity amongst the chaos to switch our clothes, while George Stafford switched our electronic identities. As easy as that and I walked into my death sentence as a doctor, while some poor bastard stupidly took my cell.
PERSONALITY
Where do I start? I am an intelligent man who enjoys playing mind games. I like nothing better than to be the man with the upper hand in everything. For that reason I can be manipulative and cunning, and my charming personality, and obvious confidence makes people believe every word that comes out of my mouth. It makes me laugh. I am known to be a pathological liar, and often find telling lies more entertaining than the truth. Perhaps I sound a little like a riddle but in all fairness if you can't solve the problems that I weave then you're not smart enough to communicate with me.
I strive for perfection. In my work, my appearance and in fact everything I do. Some may consider this vain or egotistical. I personally find it reassuring. There's nothing worse than seeing those prisoners that have let themselves go... I have to admit when I was accidently put in solitary confinement in my old joint, I wasn't allowed the luxury of hair dye and I got darker blonde roots. The thought of it makes me depressed.
I have a very dry sense of humour, and if I am completely honest, I'm very witty. Sarcasm is like my first language and it bores me speaking to people that don't understand it. I enjoy sex; any style, but only with women. Man sex sickens me; and I can definitely say that I am homophobic. It's just wrong. I dislike children, and despite my encounters with the devil I am still religious, and I visit the chapel every week.
And I think that is enough to keep you guessing.
THE DETAILS
Now posing as a doctor.
SENTENCE
DEATH ROW- ‘under psychiatric investigation’.
LIFE SENTENCE
SENTENCE SERVED SO FAR
SIX YEARS. Transferred to Kronos Pyre 1 month ago.
RECORDED STATEMENT
‘They had been torturing me for months. Months! You think I’m crazy; but I’m not. They killed my dog. It was them it had to be. They were wild and out of control. They are the ones that need locking up. They are possessed by the devil!!’
-Mr Larkin are you saying that you believe the children, Katie and Simon Miller, were possessed by the devil?
‘Yes Goddamn it!! You’re not listening to me. I was taking care of them. Their mother was at the hospital. I was chopping onions; I got a call from work. I went to get my cell and take the call but the boy had it and he was breaking it. I got mad, real mad. But as I turned around, the little girl had the knife, she was holding it above my head. And she was going to kill me. She lowered the knife; they were singing. Laughing at me. I dived out of the way and she killed her brother. Only he wasn’t dead, and he came after me too. Luckily I work out a lot; I was able to grab her arm and get the knife. It was self defence. I stabbed her yes, but she wasn’t dead. They were in a trance… they had me surrounded. I had to do something; those weren’t real kids.
- For the record Mr Larkin, you stabbed both the boy and the girl?
‘No!! It wasn’t me it was the devil. I didn’t do it.’
-Mr Larkin, you were found at the scene of the crime brandishing the murder weapon above your head. The children’s bodies were found with multiple stab wounds, their arms bound behind their backs, their hands and feet amputated in a traumatic fashion. Their blood was on your clothes. You are the only suspect in this investigation, and are likely to go to prison for a long time. Do yourself a favour and tell us what really happened.
‘*deep breaths and a scream* You people will be next! You will all be next. Your time is marked!!’
Interview suspended 1.36am. October 13th 2004.
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