Leon is inside his cell, staring at the ceiling, possibly waiting for someone to come and see him. The thought of having brothers made him determined to get out. But little did he know that they were worse than he was. The cell bar automatically unlocks, and the guards assist them to the cafeteria for lunch. Leon isn't hungry and tries to stay in his cell until he is forced to get out.
The prison guard forced him out of the cell. "Hey Macho Man, get fu*k out of your cell. There's a routine and I don't want some killer like you ruining it."
I wasn't stupid so I did as I was told. I head to the cafeteria and find an empty table. Next to the table was a gang of maybe four or five people. Their boss member looks unhealthy and heavily tattooed. The guy had a tattoo on his arm that said Navy with a serpent symbol as if he served in the Navy. This guy gives me a strong glare and grips a shive in his hand as he wants something. He sits next to me, starts to smile, and starts talking.
His voice is a bit raspy and dry like an old man's. "Soo… you're new here aren't you, I heard about you on the news, Leon Josh Tyromus, murderer of his own family. And we don't like people like you, and you're not going to enjoy our company when we beat the shit out of you."
I didn't care for what he had to say. Threatening me might not end well for him, and if he does anything, I'll know how to defend myself. I can only imagine how many people want to off me right now.
The man then walks away saying one last thing. "You better watch your back, because trust me…people will stab it."
I didn't listen to what he said, he was the least of my worries. I wanted to find my brothers, maybe they knew something about my past. I couldn't stand to have known I was ritualized in a cult. Why did my real biological mom die, was she killed, who did it, and why?
Time had passed and everyone was forced to head back to their cells. I wasn't tired, it was odd. I haven't felt tired in a week, neither have I slept. Even my hunger didn't affect me at all, I felt full all the time. It's like I don't have to eat.
I was thinking about how the cult started or what the hell those monsters were doing, who or what they worship. I sensed someone next to my cell, I felt a negative aura like an eerie presence. I tried to call the person next to me, I knew I wasn't much of a talker but whoever this was made me curious for no reason.
I ask who is next to me silently. "hello. I sense you over there. You're giving off quite terrible radiation."
The person next to me takes a few seconds to answer. "Well well well, if it isn't the killer of the month, you made a lot of new unhappy faces in this place, and enemies in this place, but don't worry usually it won't last long."
I respond with a defensive comment. "Who the hell are you, you sound like you have lots of enemies here, I mean you sound like you can put up a fight.
He then replies in a somewhat threatening way. "Well, I am Callith. You might have heard about me on the news, haven't you? I killed my family, not to protect anyone, I loved to see their life slowly leave their body. I was a shadow, unseen, so in return, I made the last thing they ever see was a blade sinking into their eye sockets."
Hearing him say the name Callith sounds familiar like what I heard. It was one of the names of my brothers Callith and Callum. "Callith, that is an interesting name. Do you have any remaining family you know about?"
He gets confused about my question. "Nope, not that I am aware of, or do you know something about my family that I don't know?"
I have a feeling that he could be my brother or just a coincidence. "Do you remember anything about brothers, do you have any?"
He gets a bit impatient and annoyed. "Hey, what's with all the fuc*ing questions? If you know something, you better tell me, because I can cut your secrets out."
I started to think he might not know anything about having a brother. "I was told I had two brothers who I never met, their names are Callum and Callith."
He doesn't respond for a bit and between us is a long sullen silence. "I have no idea what you're talking about, and I don't have any brothers."
He silences himself and we stop talking. I pull out a paper I had taken yesterday from the investigator. I read through the file.
Case Note July 9, 2005
Three boys were discovered in a cult and subsequently taken into custody. They were found alongside three women, all of whom were covered in blood. The women were identified as Yuri Ferry, Anton Kallie, and Agly Tori. The boys were named Leon, Callum, and Callith. Tragically, the boys' mothers were later found dead under mysterious circumstances, prompting further investigation.
Upon delving into their backgrounds, the FBI was unable to identify the fathers of the three boys. Remarkably, DNA analysis suggested that their mothers may have reproduced asexually, an unprecedented phenomenon. Medical examinations revealed abnormalities in the boys' brain functionality. MRI scans showed that Callum and Callith had nonfunctional regions in their brains that likely impacted their development, while Leon exhibited significantly less impairment.
Further analysis led researchers to conclude that what initially appeared to be brain damage was, in fact, an unexplainable anomaly unlike anything previously documented.
Following the completion of medical testing, the boys were placed in separate homes to receive care from affluent families, ensuring access to the best resources and support for their futures.
The paper ended there and I now knew who we were a bit more. I tell Callith next to me to read this sheet and pass it to him. He takes it and starts to read, or at least I think he is reading it.
He responds after finishing it. "Where did you get this, have you spied on me? You motherfuc*er.
He thinks I have been watching him. "Know I stole it from an investigator, she told me we were separated after we were found in a building where a cult was, we all had mothers who died sometime after they birthed us, you don't have to believe me but that's just as much proof that I can find."
I hear the tearing of paper and he throws it out from between the bars. "Great."
The night passes and in the morning I am called into the interrogation rooms. I am escorted there and see a familiar face, it is Dr. Lamy. She is already sitting across from me with a smug expression like she knows something. I sit down across from her with handcuffs and chains on my legs.
She pulled out a folder. "Soo, Leon…I believe you have something of mine, where is that paper?"
I smirk and laugh a bit. "Ahh yes you mean the one where it mentions my brothers and how we were separated. That Callith is a cold-blooded killer, he killed his own family."
She raises her voice in anger. "I told you that was classified information, y-you are in some serious trouble. I want that paperback and you're coming with me somewhere."
I stop smiling and grab her arm. "Oh, I'm sorry sweety, you can forget about that, it's garbage now, all torn up. You always go fishing in the trash for it."
I am shot with a tranquilizer dart in the neck, I am somehow uninfected but the chemical. That shot me with five more rounds but I didn't pass out instead got a bit of adrenaline and ripped my hand out the handcuffs. The guards pull out their handguns and aim them at me.
One shouted at me to stop what I'm doing. "Halt right there don't you fuc*in move or i'll shoot."
I put my hand up and behind my back, and I had another pair of handcuffs placed on my hand. Dr. Lamy was shocked about how many darts have been shot at me and yet I was unfazed. I had a bag over my head and was hauled into the back of a van. After the van stopped, I was put inside somewhere without knowing how I got there. The back is taken of me and I'm inside a massive prison, there are people with multiple chains on their bodies and some with shock collars. These people here must be hazardous if they need this much force.
I am put in my cell, it is a circular room with at least 5-inch thick bulletproof glass on all sides. The door locks with an automatic lever and I get two shackles on one of my legs. I shot with an implanted tag into my spine. The pain was unbearable. I was shocked in my spinal cord for 5 minutes straight.
The pulses stop and Dr. Lamy threatens me. "If you do anything funny, that will happen again, and for even longer. Oh, and by the way, you might see Callum here, he is being put to death in two weeks."
I stop breathing for a second trying to gasp for air. "Go to hell, you goddamn nuisance."
She adds. "Where do you think we are?"