A psychopath called Slick is sat in a padded cell, thrashing against a straight jacket and two gaurds and a therapist approaches the cell with a plastic sheet with three holes in it
"Alright Slick, The doctors here to see you before your electrotherapy to explain the preceedure" the guard said as he tapped the plastic sheet to get Slick's attention Slick turned his head while he continued to sit facing a corner
"Hello Slick" the therapist spoke "How are you today?" He asked, Slick stood up and walked to the plastic window
"Cut the shit Doc, we don't need these bullshit introductions, you were here yesterday and ain't much has changed in the last 12 hours, I'm still here in a cell for murdering 15 inmates and 20 officer's that's 35 consecutive life sentences on top of another fuck knows how many hahahahaha" Slick said while laughing manically
"Anyways, this form of therapy can be incredibly risky" The doctor spoke while adjusting his glasses "After all we are putting an incredibly deathly amount of electric shocks through your brain, so there's a 100% chance that your die, but as promised if the preceedure doesn't kill you, you will be able to leave today" the therapist spoke "But as always, this kind gentalment will escourt us to the room and he has been given strickt order's to shoot you in the back of your head if you try anything funny"
Slick chackled "HAHAHAHA, this man couldn't kill me even if he had the chance to" Slick said as he slammed his head into the plastic sheet getting his blood on the plastic sheet making the guard stumble back and quickly take aim
"Hmm" The therapist sounded as he looked down at his clip board and black Samsung watch "I remember Slick, you're delusions make you believe that you have some godly gift of immunity to any deadly item from bullets to poisen." He said as Slick sat back onto the floor in the exact same corner
"You grow tiresome doc, once I'm out of here I'm killing you first." Slick said before closing his eye's
"We shall see about that in an hour's time shan't we, Keep a close eye on this one, don't take your eye's off him, you don't know what he's capable off, he killed one of the inmates without leaving any finger prints and he said that he used telecanisis, and his hearing is incredibly sensitive, and I mean incredibly sensitive and try to not let the room fall silent, keep a conversation with him" The therapist said to the guard informing him of the ruels to containment unit 22, a specilised maximum security prison for the manically criminally insane
Slick sat in silence until he heard the buzzing from the room door "What's your name?" Slick said to the new guard
"My name is Mark" the guard said "Speaking of name's why do people call you Slick?" Mark asked
"If I told you you wouldn't believe me" Slick said as he sat down still "What would you say if I told you that I'm currently holding your colt 45?" Slick said
"I'd say that your delusional" Mark responded sturnly
"And why would that be? Because I'm in a cell and to a normal person like yourself wouldn't be able to take a gun of a guard as it is and the fact that there's a wall between us both that there's no way that I'd have it" Slick said as he grinned
"Yep and because of that wall I know that my gun is in the hoster inside my jacket" mark said as he went to take out his gun before realizing that it wasn't there Slick stood up and walked to the plastic sheet holding the gun
"You mortals with normal IQ levels think that you have control of the world and justice but the people like me are insane for knowing what you don't. You think that you know it all but in reality all you know is that you think you know, you know that there is a wall between us but you don't know what that wall is to me." Slick said before disintergraing the gun as he sent it back through the holes of the plastic sheet "I have an origin story, everyone does" Slick said "let me simplify mine for you, here's the story. I was a child abused by a parent, beat up and bullied in school, Yeah if you've read into Cletus cassidy then you'd say I have his vibe but I've only killed to protect innocence." Slick said as he smiled and chuckled "your a toy, a blank page with a power oh so magical, kept under lock and key this is the gift from the gods given to me, for a mind of murder creativity is the key, its a mental power instilled in me" Slick recited as his voice grew to a higher pitch
The door buzzed and the therapist walked in "Right slick that's the room ready" The therapist said as he opened the cells door
"Right this way Slick" the therapist said as they walked through the Asylum past the inmates and murderer's before entering the room holding the electric chair the gaurds strapped Slick down
"Ahh the chair, the final stop for the weakest mind's" Slick said
"Is there anything left that you want to say? After all this procedure isn't exactly the safest" the therapist said
"Urr yeah, the new guard seems a bit scared, I mean he's as scary as my big toe, and he has a face that I intend to burn off when I get out of this chair" Slick responded taughnting the new guard "You know I think that IMA kill him before you doc"
"Why's that Slick?" The therapist asked
"Because as you said people die in this chair plus you all think that I'm nuts but I'll service this chair like I survived everything else and since he's lead a man to his death he himself deserves death" Slick answered "and in the end the weakest die so please doc pull that lever and see what happens"
"Pull it" The therapist said signaling the guard
*ZZZAAPP* The chair sounded as Slick combulsed in the chair from the electric which pulsed through his body
"HAHAHA! that tickled doc, is that all you got" Slick said taughntingly
"Pull it again" The therapist said
*ZZZAAPP* The chair sounded as Slick combulsed in the chair more
"Come on doc one more time see where that gets you hahahaha" Slick said while laughing
"Alright Slick, one more time" The therapist said as he ticked the final box on Slicks release form
*ZZZAAPP* The chair sounded as Slick combulsed in the chair even more the chair smoked as Slick's body went limp his chest barely inflating
"Haha that was fun but now I gotta kill you" Slick said as he phased through the straps and stood up before using telecanisis and shooting everyone in the room in the heads the first was mark the second was the therapist and the finally the second gaurd he straightened his clothes out and walked to the reception desk and handed the release form before walking out of the Asylum
mean while Jack is sat in his living room holding the TV remote flipping through channel's when he stumbles onto a news report
"Slick Slamm has just been released from containment unit 22, a specilised maximum security prison for the manically and criminally insane all citizins off scumdee are advised to stay in doors and follow a curfew of 10:30pm for their safety"
"Hmm I wonder why they let him out of that hell hole for" Jack said to himself as he looked at the necronomicon which was sat on his PC desk
"News just in, Slick Slam has just shot up a police station and detective Frank Bassle has put a rpb out for Jack Sheppard a skitzophrenic in order to help catch Slick Slam to put an end to these violent atrocities"
"What the fuc.." Jack barely said as detective Frank Bassle knocked on his door
"Oi Sheppard open up, we know that your linked to Slick and we know that your the only one who can find him." detective frank Bassle shouted as Jack opened the door
"Why do you think that?" Jack asked
"Slick always spoke about you and a book he claimed that he once owned called 'The necronomicon' the crazy fuck said that its how he got these power's" The detective spoke
"Yeah I know about the book and I know about Slick but if he's looking for the book you might want to" Jack said as his living room wall blew up
"Jackie boy, come out to play, pappa needs to kill you before the police get to you" Slick said as he chuckled
"Slick what the fuck do you want? I mean your looking for what exactly?" Jack said as he put a tinfoil hat on and putting on a pair of electro gloves
"Oh how you'd just love to know" Slick said as he walked into Jacks flat "Don't purpose that you've heard of a book called the necronomicon Jack" Slick said "Oh how about that, you have it don't you, you naughty boy" Slick said while heading towards the book while Jack placed his thermal googles on
"Yeah I do but guess what slick, there is no way on this fucking planet that I'm letting you take that fucking book" Jack shouted as he shot two electronic pulses through the wall slamming slick through the wall and sending him flying 12 meters down the road Slick stood up and spat blood onto the floor
"Now now Jack, didn't mumma ever tell you not to fuck with God's" Slick said as he sprant and jumped into a super man punch which Jack caught in a moments reflex
"Nah, but she did tell me that I could do anything that I set my mind to and I set my mind to murder and revenge, that's how I have a whole bunch of weapons to take your dumb ass down" Jack said as he sent another electronic pulse through Slick's chest sending Slick flying jack grabbed the book and put it into his side bag before jumping out of the wall and heading to where Slick should've landed "Oi Slick where you at? I have some question's for your psycho ass" Jack said while he looked around "Where the fuck have you gone?" he said to himself "you can't have just vanished can you? FUCK" Jack said before walking back to his flat and replacing the walls and window with the spare parts left by work men on the street
"Jack where's Slick gone?" the detective asked Jack
"Fuck knows but I gotta make a call" Jack said as he pulled out his phone "Hey baby so someone's come after me at the house I need you to go to your mum's until this shits sorted out, he was after the book" Jack said leaving her a voice message "Right Frank I'm going yo hunt him down, do you want him dead or alive?" Jack asked
"Alive would be preferred but if you have to kill him don't hold back, just remember we need his body and I'll be coming with you" The detective said while Jack grabbed his spelised weapons "God Jack you've been preparing for a war haven't you?" The Detective asked
"I'm a skitzophrenic Frank, how am I not to prepare for a war and this isn't just conventional or normal weapons either" Jack said as he closed the wall "he's after this book" Jack said as he pulled it out of his bag "The necronomicon, it's a magic book, as crazy as that sounds it also contains story's of criminals in hell and if Slick gets his powers from this book then we're in for some trouble if he gets it back, I'm talking a full scale apocalypse and the dead returning to life, if he controls the spells he can control the dead and that would mean a world ran by this but job, it's like if DCs Joker managed to get the infinity gauntlet, he rule's Gotham and the world, we need to stop him and since I have the book and you know that I can stop him, it's down to me to balence the scales out hey" Jack said as they sat in the detectives car "Right let's go to his home prior to his arrest" Jack said as the detective put the car into gear "Let's go kill ourselves a crazy mother fucker"