She called a few guards into the room. They pulled me from the bed and cuffed my hands behind my back. I tried to fight but they held me in place.

"Walk." One of them ordered.

I growled and thrashed in his grip.

They pushed me forward and forced me to walk. They dragged me out of the cell and down the hall. I squinted, blinking, trying to force my eyes to adjust to the light.

"Mr. Cerulli, you're going to spend some time in protective custody, around a few other inmates. We want to see how you behave around others after being isolated and treated for the past two years."

They brought me to a door and it buzzed open. They dragged me through to a room where there were a few others sitting at tables. They took the cuffs off and pushed me to the ground. I heard the door buzz again and they were gone.

I looked around the room. There were six other men, all staring at me. I looked between all of them. I started to panic. They were all staring at me. I don't know why but I wanted to stop.

"Kill them all." The voice sang.

"No." I breathed.

I slowly got to my feet and sat down at one of the tables. I didn't look at the others but I could feel their eyes on me.

I haven't been around any other people other than the doctor and the guards. I don't want to be around them. I want to be alone. I want to go back to my cell. I don't want to be here.

Someone came over and sat and the table I was at. I didn't look up. I didn't move. I just kept my eyes on the table, trying to avoid the man.

"I've seen you somewhere, haven't I?" He asked.

I didn't answer.

"Oh yeah, you're that drug lord who killed some guy right?"

I swallowed hard. Am I that drug lord that killed some guy? I don't remember. I could be.

"What? You mute or something?"

"Kill him. He's annoying."

For the first time in a while, I listened to the voices. I don't know what came over me all of a sudden, but I jumped over the table and grabbed the man by his throat. I shoved him down on the floor and repeatedly punched him with my other hand.

The bitch wants to see how I act around others, so I'll show her.

He was trying to hit me back but I wouldn't let him. There was blood on my hands and his face. Blood was splattered everywhere. I felt someone try to pull me off so I spun around and hit them too. It was one of the other guys in there. I stood up and decked him. He fell down, holding his cheek. I threw another punch at another one of them.

The door buzzed open and four guards flooded in. I ignored them and continued to attack one of the other guys. A guard approached me with his barton out. I ripped it from his hand and used it to hit him. I took out his legs and punched him. The other three guards grabbed me, trying to get me away from him.

I grabbed the gun from the holster of the guard underneath me and stood up. I backed myself up against the wall and cocked the gun. I pointed it at them, my finger on the trigger.

This is on them. She really thought that letting me be around other people was a good idea. She really thought that leaving me unrestrained was a good idea.

"Shoot them. Make them bleed. Kill them for what the did to you."

"Yes." I whispered.

I pressed down on the trigger and a loud bang rang out. One of the guards fell. Then another, and another. And finally I shot the one that was on the floor. I stared at the door, waiting for more to come. I heard heavy footsteps. It sounded like a lot of them. I stepped over to the door. I saw at least ten of them running toward me. I grabbed one it the dead guards batons and used it to bar the door. I pushed one of the tables up against the door.

They weren't going to get in. It wasn't going to happen. The inmates here were obviously important because they were in protective custody. I could hold them hostage to get what I want. I don't know what I want yet but I'll get it.

"Kill them too. They deserve it."

"No." I said. "Not yet. I'm going to get something first."

"What are you going to get? What could someone like you possibly need?"

"I don't know yet."

I saw one of the inmates move like he was going to stand up.

"Don't fucking move!" I growled, pointing the gun at him.

"Mr. Cerulli..." I heard through the door. It was that stupid bitch. "Please put the gun down. I understand your angry and I'm willing to talk to you."

"Fuck you."

"I want to talk to you. Just talk. Open the door and let me in."

"No. Why would I let you in? So you can grab me and drag me back to that cell? So you can fry my fucking brain again. Fuck you." I told her. "I don't remember who I am, or why I'm here. I don't know what's happening anymore. All because of you and what you did to me."

"We can talk about this, Mr. Cerulli. There's no need to hurt anybody else."

"Let her in and kill her."

"No."

"Open the door and we can talk."

"If I open the door, you're going to kill me."

"No I won't. I just need you to open the door and let me in." She said. "Please put the gun down."

"This is your fault. You wanted to see how I behaved around others. Here's your fucking answer." I growled.

"The people in that room need immediate medical attention, Mr. Cerulli. Will you at least let a doctor in?"

"No. Why? So they can drug me the moment I look away?" I asked. "No. These bastards can die for all I care. I'm not opening that door until I get what I want."

"What is it you want?"

I swallowed hard. "Ricky."

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sorry this took so long. life's been crazy

~xxLux