1st of April 1969
A cold sweat had formed above the patients brow as the three governors observed him. The room felt smaller than before, he was sure of it. Through the thick glasses of the middle governor, two piercing green eyes inspected every inch of the patient. To the left of him, a small man with a rather square head casually took notes as if he had something much more important to be getting on with. On the other side of the table was a big, giant of a women, she was smoking an embassy cigarette. The ash fell to the table and the smoke travelled to the patients immediate vicinity. Then the silence was broken with a meek cough and the most polite of outbursts that one could ever witness...
"Would you not smoke that please" the patient asked in an almost whisper. This was met with a gulp from the small, square faced man who's face had now drained of all colour and emotion and left his face a empty grey. The central governor looked frightfully at the smoking governess. She simply gave him a grin and looked back at the patient. "Does my smoking make you nervous Mr.Johnson?" For a few moments there was no sound, this was then broken by another question from the governess. "Does the idea of fire alarm you Mr.Johnson?" The patient looked up and after a moment of looking into the eyes of the two silent men, his eyes wandered over to the window. Something had lead his eyes over, a strong shadow stood underneath a majestic oak tree in the extensive garden of the vicinity. The shadow seemed welcoming and friendly at first and for a brief second the patient could have sworn it had smiled.
A sudden hissing of the crushing ash as the governess pushed her cigarette into the patients palm "please try and stay with us Mr.Johnson, your mind seems to be wandering. And we can't allow that to happen now can we?". Her patronising tone simply made the pain of the patients blistering skin feel worse. The patient tried to make a sound to help express his pain, but he could not convey any sound, instead his eyes filled with tears that he fought to keep in. The kiss of the hot ash was something the patient had gotten used to, due to the amount of times he had been the victim of this "method", as the governess and the nurses chose to call them. Another glance out the window confirmed the worst to the patient the shadow had gone,it was...on the move.
The patient's eyes searched the door way for any signs of movement in the corridor. The governess reached for her box of matches and struck one and then took another embassy from the packet. "Now, will I have to light another Mr. Johnson?" She asked with a tone of terror in her voice. The patient looked at her immediately and apologized silently.
A few more very negative questions were put to the patient and finally the man in the centre of the table begun talking about the reasons the patient would be kept in once again and would not be aloud out on a parole basis for quite some time. The patient did nothing to protest, but instead smiled and the shadow rose upon the wall behind the governor's desk. A sadistic smile playing about its darkened face. The patient nodded to signal the Gollum. The huge shadow arms cut the puppets strings and within a few minutes, all three members of the governor's board were lifeless figures slumped over the desk.
Mr.Johnson stood up , smiled briefly at the victims and then reached into the governess' cigarette packet and taking a cigarette. He took this and placed it between his lips and teeth. He then picked up her match that was still burning in her fingers and lit his new embassy cigarettes he walked to the door and looked onto the scene of the three stiff governors. With one last glance he threw his cigarette at the window and they they caught the curtain which quickly became engulfed in flame. Mr Johnston walked out of the room and down the corridor with a vague smile on his face...
