by Chris Bunton
The keypad on his door chimed that familiar tune, which he had memorized by now. The door popped open and Doctor Chin entered his cell.
“Hello Gary. How are you today?” The doctor asked.
Chin wore jeans and a button up shirt under his white doctor’s coat, and carried a tablet.
“I’m fine, Doc.” Gary said.
He hopped off his bunk and walked across the tile floor to where two chairs sat facing each other. They were soft chairs, gray in color and matched the Spartan décor of Gary’s room.
“Let’s have a seat.” The Doctor said.
Gary, wearing a one piece baby blue jumper complied. The blue stood out against the beige color of the rest of the room. It was a very calm institutional color.
“I was told you wanted to see me.” Doctor Chin said, after taking a seat facing Gary.
“Yeah, why am I here? I have been here for years; ever since I was a kid.” Gary asked
The doctor did not look at Gary. He just tapped the screen of his tablet and slid his finger from bottom to top looking for something.
Gary watched patiently, as the doctor kept scrolling, then found what he wanted, and stopped. He tapped a few things then looked at Gary.
“Well Gary, as we have said many times before, your DNA shows that you have the DNA Signature of a Sociopath. Other tests have confirmed that finding. Therefore, you are here to keep you from harming others, and possibly becoming a serial killer.”
“But, you have me in a prison and I have done nothing wrong.” Gary said.
“It’s not a prison. It would more accurately be described as a hospital or a camp. Your parents signed you over to us, and you have everything you need here. The laws allowed us to hold you based upon your DNA test at birth.”
“But, I’m trapped here. My parents never come to see me anymore, or even answer the phone.’
“I am sorry for that. It tends to happen when someone is institutionalized for a long time. It’s hard for family to see them, and keep up the relationship.” Doctor Chin said.
“I’m not crazy. I have never hurt anyone. I have friends in school and at rec. time. We get along great.”
“Yes, that’s proof that our treatment works, Gary. We believe that sociopaths like your self can function as normal people and not hurt anyone if they are kept in an environment that is peaceful and highly neutral. You are born the way you are, but it is your response to outside stimuli that leads you to become violent, criminal or even killers. It is an extreme response to the desire for survival. This place removes any thought about survival needs.”
“But, I never fight with the others at all.” Gary said.
“Yes, we have you with other sociopaths just like yourself. When a sociopath is with stronger people, the survival instinct causes them to seek to undermine and destroy them. If they are with people the sociopath perceives as weaker, they seek to rule over them and make them slaves. This is all for perceived survival reasons.” Doctor Chin said.
Gary smiled at the thought of making people slaves.
“I’m going to be 18 next month. My parents cannot keep me here anymore.” Gary said.
Doctor Chin smiled.
“Is that what this is about?” The Doctor asked
Gary sat staring at the Doctor, unmoved and waiting.
“Yes, it’s true that they cannot keep you here. But, you will be evaluated, and a judge will determine whether you will be free or not.” Doctor Chin replied.
Gary shifted in his chair. He anticipated that he would be free soon. He could beat any evaluation, and then he would be free to do what he wanted. Free to see the world. Free to have a girlfriend. Free to eat some good food. Free to use the internet without restrictions.
The Doctor swiped a few times on the tablet and typed in some info. Then, he looked at Gary.
“But, it won’t really matter because the judge goes by my recommendation. So, basically I decide who leaves and who stays.” The Doctor said.
“Will you recommend my release? I haven’t hurt anyone.” Gary said, hopefully.
“Like I said, being in this environment is not a good way to determine your ability to function or stay well in the outside world. Even having friends in here is not a good test, because sociopaths tend to get along best with other sociopaths. They develop a code, and there’s no judgment among them. Do you know what I mean?”
“But, if I’m always here, then how can I be tested?” Gary asked
Doctor Chin laughed.
“Yes, that is a problem.” He laughed again.
Gary stared, waiting patiently.
The Doctor chuckled again as he swiped on his tablet a few more times.
“Will you recommend that I get out or is there anything I can do?” Gary asked.
“I don’t think I will, and there’s nothing you can do really. If you were released and hurt someone, what would that say about us?” Chin said.
Gary looked down at his feet. Then, he looked toward the window full of reinforced glass, and the beautiful day outside. He looked at Doctor Chin, with no real expression.
Then, Gary leapt on Doctor Chin punching him in the face and driving his full weight into the doctor knocking the chair to the tile floor spilling both men out.
Gary sat his massive frame on top of Doctor Chin, and grabbed the Tablet that had skittered a few feet away.
Then, Gary started pounding. He used the Tablet like a rock, straight down with the edge into Chins face. He just pounded, over and over.
“You like this tablet? Well, now I’m going to make you eat it.” Gary said smoothly as he kept pounding.
He was amazed at how sturdy the Tablet was. The doctor’s nose and teeth just splintered and broke, under its force. Even his jaw cracked, as Gary tried to fit it in the good doctor’s mouth.
Then, Gary choked Chin to death, crushing his windpipe in his vice like grip.
The doctor didn’t struggle much and Gary was surprised that no one came.
Gary stood up and looked around the floor till he found the doctors panic button. He walked over and picked it up from where it had slid, and hit the button several times.
Two orderlies came charging into the room, wearing white. They were big guys, but about the size of Gary.
Gary threw the panic button at them.
“Now you got a reason to keep me.” He said.
The orderlies stood shocked while Gary went and lay down on his bunk.
“Get that pile of trash out of here.” He said.
More orderlies came into the room, with a straight jacket.
Gary laughed and realized he was right at home, after all.
Then, he remembered, that tonight was pizza night. Yum Yum.
(Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He is published in Written Tales and The Yard: Crime Blog.)