M.fou

chapter one/ The Greeting

I had to go to an insane asylum called arkem because I had to interview this one person. I didnt know his name, I dont even think he knew his own name. I got there and the guards were worried about why I was there, they were probably not even notified I was going to show up on such little notice. they started to question why I came.
     I said that I had to interview "HIM" and they instantly became shocked like they saw a ghost. Nobody has ever made contact with him in 10 years. In my head im thinking about what I had just gotten into and started to worry myself. The guards walked me to the corridor where the worst of the worst were there. Rapists, Killers, you get the idea.
     The man I had come for was at the end of the corridor, where the only thing that was separating him from me was a reinforced, steel door. it looked nearly impenetrable to the naked eye but somehow I knew that one day the door will fail to keep him secured. There was nothing but a chair at the end for me to sit. As i walked down this corridor that seems like it goes on infinitely, there was nothing but scilence. You could even hear a feather drop on the floor thats how quiet it was. Finally I sat down and introduced myself
"My name is..."
when i was suddenly interrupted by a voice saying my name
"philip fischer"
in the faintest of tones I have ever heard. I was trying to figure out how he did that when I dont have my identification out yet.
"Whats your name"
I said not knowing that he was staring at the ceiling.
"I dont know, Ron, no... no Kyle I cant recall, i kinda forgot about 10 years ago when they put me in this hell"
he said now looking straight into my eyes. it felt like he was looking inside me and just reading my soul as if he was examining it like there was something missing. I pulled out my file on him and said
"It says you have more than 50 first-degree murders, 30 counts of rape, drug paraphernalia, and the tragic death of your own family, is that true?"
I asked kinda scared of his reaction.
"Yes, why would you ask me that sort of thing? to see how crazy I truly am, to see how fucked up my life really is? Yanno 10 years in this shit box really fucks with the process of actually thinking striaght. When I think of something amazing or anything that interests me I forget it instantly."
He told me this without even blinking.
"Can I ask you something? why did you do it?"
I wanted to see what he would tell me.
"Oh now thats a story youll wanna hear, so just sit back and relax and witness my life from all happy and like a dream to a fucking nightmare."