This is a transcript of the second interview with Damian Ducan. Words italicized are not in the original transcript, but added by Owen Price, a reporter for the WORLD-WIDE CRIMINAL WATCH (WWCW) for added depth. The following transcript is allowed for the public. Authorized by the FBI of the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, and the WWCW. Any form of duplication or copy write is a felony and prosecutors will be punishable to the fullest extent of the law.
The Following Interview goes into suggestive detail on abuse. (physical, mental, and sexual.) As this is part of Damian Duncan's Story, The FBI has authorized this, but Advises sensitive individuals to read with discretion.
Continue at Readers Discretion.
*click*
Price: "Testing… Testing.."
*scraping*
Price: "Alrighty. I am Reporter Owen Price, and I am here for the second Interview with Damian Ducan."
*click*
Note: I had to test my microphone, before I head into the ADX Florence. So some dialogue had been cut out, so I had to fill it in.
Price: "Oh hello, Officer Kent."
Kent: "Your back?"
Price: "I am, Officer. How have you been?"
Kent: "Doing well, I guess."
Silence. I walk into the USD Florence ADMAX Administrative Maximum Security Penitentiary, and through the doors with Officer Kent.
*click*
Kent: "So, he hasn't changed one bit you know."
Price: "Who has?"
Kent: "Ducan, of course. We have done as you asked, and he still is singing his damn nursery rhymes. He has even started to sing them in Russian."
Note: Kent seemed truly unnerved by this speculation Mr. Ducan was putting one.
Price: "He will be happy to know that he's getting under your skin, officer."
Kent: "Skin, my […]. Blah!"
Price, shaking my head: "Officer Kent I'm going to ask you again ahead of time. If you want to stay during the interview, then you will need to stop getting provoked by such childish acts."
Officer Kent flushes at my remark, but recovers.
Kent: "Don't worry, Mr. Price. I won't let him get under my skin anymore." a pause. "You know, ever since you pointed out that he was sane, I haven't been able to unsee it. Even though he has been a songbird lately."
We walk down the same hallway, but there's something different. This is the first time that the inmates talk to us as we pass to Damian's room.
Inmate 1: "Officer Kent, is that you?
Kent, irritated: "Yes, What do you need?"
Inmate 2: "Sir, Tell the Bastard to SHut the hell up. He keeps singing that one song."
Kent: "You don't think I know that! I hear him why more than you do. So just deal with it till his interview is done."
Inmate 2: "Wait, That lunatic gets to see someone?"
Kent mutters: "[...]"
Inmate 1: "Ya, what the hell, I wanna see some hot reportes."
Inmate 2: "Hahaha"
Price: "Of course, I can interview you as well." I walk to the said inmate's door. "So tell me, are you really interested in girls?"
Both inmates stop laughing. Officer Kent glares at me.
Inmate 2, with disappointment: "Oh, it's just some dude."
Inmate 1: "Sorry, you looked real skinny, almost like a girl"
Laughter from around.
Kent: "OK, Shut the Hell Up! Or your TV? Gone."
Inmate 1, sarcastically: "Yes, Sir."
Kent: "Then stay quiet. Price, let's go."
Inmate 1: "Bah, Even his name is like a girl!"
The whole hallway laughs, as me and Officer Kent walk towards the interview room. I hear Damian Ducan singing inside.
Price: "Is that him? Officer Kent?"
Kent: "Ya it is, but it's a different song?"
A female staff member comes up to Officer Kent with a horrified look.
Kent: "What's wrong Casey?"
Casey: "Sir, I don't think you can have Females be with him." She looks back with disgust.
Kent: "Why? He hasn't done anything, has he?"
Casey: "Well, when me and Sara went to get him, he started singing a nursery rhyme."
Price: "What nursery rhyme?"
Casey: "Daisy, Daisy."
Kent, frustrated: "So what? That is a classic. You already know that Ducan sings those."
Casey, as she looked around: "But he changed the verse to something else."
I walk up to the window and see him sitting there, with a fake smile. You could barely hear him singing. 'But I will be, way underneath, the daisies and the moon.' His face falls, and he glares at the wall. "Damn, be your moon, henry."
Price: "Hmm. Casey, what does Sara look like?" I turned to her.
Casey: "Sara has white honey blonde hair, and a small figure. Why does that matter?"
Price: "Hmm."
Kent: "What the hell do you mean, 'hmm'" Officer Kent stares at me, baffled.
Price, with me ignoring his question: "Can I go in?"
Kent: "I guess? Casey, go get George and Sara, and come back here."
Casey: "What for?"
Kent: "So you can help me if he gets worse."
Price: "I wouldn't do that, Officer Kent."
Kent: "Do what?"
Price: "Get Sara. At least send her away before you put Ducan back in his cell."
Kent, narrowed his eyes. "And why is that?"
Price: "I'll show you during this next interview." I head into his room.
Note: The reason I said that, was because I had a sneaking suspicion that Sara may have triggered Mr. Ducan. How did I know this? Well, this is where I found out.
Intermission:
Also for Certain readers. The following interview goes into a horrifying suggestive topic. I would cut it out, but this is something that had greatly influenced Mr. Duncan's life. And I feel if I had, then it would do him little justice. But I understand if you can't read. So If you are a sensitive individual. Then I Highly Advise skipping to Part 2, and if you are still suffering, in any way, shape or form, then please contact someone you know, trust, or a healthcare professional.
Even I had trouble hearing this…
*Knock* *Knock*
The singing stopped.
*creek*
Price: "Good afternoon, Mr. Ducan."
No response. Damian Ducan was staring at the ceiling, muttering to himself.
Price: "I take it, can I seat myself?"
I go to sit down, then Damian Ducan jerks his head down, and stares at me, with a murderous glare. But then he changes his features, and smiles.
Ducan: "Oh hello, Mr. Price. Glad you could join me."
Price: "Hello. How are you doing?"
Ducan: "Quite well. Although I don't know about Officer Kent." another smile.
Price: "I see." I fold my hands together.
Silence
Price: "Well, Mr. Ducan. Officer Kent has told me that you have been singing your rhyme more often."
Ducan: "Yes, I have. If I remember correctly, I never finished telling you about Mistress Mary."
Price: "I think you mean 'Misters Mary."
Damian glares at me, then quickly switches to a soft smirk.
Ducan, annoyed: "Yes. 'Misters Mary. A tale of old." He trails off. Damian Ducan's eyes started getting out of focus, and veering to the left.
Price: "Ok. Well, I'm a bit more interested in the one nursery rhyme you were singing all day, today? Want to tell me about that one?"
Ducan slowly turns his head back, but his face is set differently. Then his eyes widen in amazement and he laughs.
Ducan: "Oh, yes that one. 'Daisy, Daisy.' You want me to sing it?"
Price: "If you would indulge me."
Ducan, changed his face to a happy, and sings a merry tune with an ominous feeling as he starts after the first verse.
"Daisy, Daisy. Here is my answer, do
I'm real crazy, all for the love of you.
There won't be any marriage,
I'll force you in my carriage.
And you'll be sweet, in the sheets
And underneath the moon."
Note: As he sang, his face fell and slowly turned to loathing. He stopped singing, and started to mutter and looked away toward the wall. "I hate him." But, before I could answer, he started the second verse. As he sang the second one, his face changed to a blank slate, with despair.
And the melancholy that the second verse brought.
"Henry, Henry. Here is my answer, too.
I'm not Crazy, all for the love of you.
I won't be in your carriage,
and I won't wait for marriage.
But I will be, way underneath,
The daisies and the moon."
Silence.
Price: "That's a very sad song."
Ducan: "That it is… that.. it is." he trailed off again.
Price: "so.. Is this song also about your mother?"
A pause.
Ducan: "No.."
Price, hesitant: "Your sister?"
More silence.
Ducan, quietly: "Do you know what happened to Daisy?"
Price: "Only if you're willing to tell."
Ducan: "Well, because of the thought of Harry, when he couldn't give her a fancy wedding. She said she wouldn't get married to him."
Price, with an eyebrow raised: "Are you sure that's what you said?"
Ducan, with annoyance: "What do you mean?"
Price: "Then, who was Henry?"
Ducan's face fell, and he chuckled lightly, down at the floor.
Price: "Mr. Ducan?"
Ducan: "You want to know what happened to Henry?"
Ducan put his head in his hands, giggling. Then he looked at me through his hands.
Ducan: "I killed him." More to himself, then to me, with slight giggling.
Price: "Killed who?"
Ducan: "I murdered that bastard, and she still didn't live." His face twisted into different emotions. He started to shake his head repeatedly, as if he was fighting himself.. "She still didn't live…. She still didn't want to live.." Ducan looked down. He kept switching back from smiling, to a blank face.
Price: "... Mr. Ducan?"
Ducan, still talking to himself: "But I made sure he wouldn't hurt her."
Price, cautiously: "How did you do that?"
Ducan, looking up, with a smirk: *scoff* "You ask me how? Well how else would you stop a lecturer?" He chuckled. "By cutting their hands off. But you can't stop there. You also have to take their eyes, feet, and tongue." He was talking to me, but he was looking elsewhere.
Price: " . . ."
Ducan, mutters: "And I should have done it to my father too."
Price: "So your sister was. . . forced?"
Mr. Ducan, then did the unexpected, which caused me to jump in my seat.
He yelled for the first time.
Ducan, with a sickly spat: "BA? Forced? That's kind of a word you would use for someone as vile as him?" He jerked his head upward at me. His whole demeanor changed, as if he had become a completely different person. "He cocercion her. He violated his OWN SISTER!" Damian Ducan jumped up from his chair, and pulled on his chains. I winced, and moved backward by the sudden anger. He threw his head back, and cackled. "HA. He got what he deserved! That Damn Lecturer! Like father, like son." Damian Sat back down, and stared at me.
Price: " . . ."
Ducan: "Don't tell me, you think I was wrong?" he said quietly, in a snake-like voice. He eyed me, and shook his head.
Price: "I would never."
Ducan: "But you do.. You do, deep inside." His face contorted toward a deep hatred. "Just like him…" he muttered.
Price: "Like wh-"
Ducan, cutting me off: "You just like her. You Damn Hypocrite!"
I couldn't say anything, I had to rethink my plan.
Price: "Mr. Ducan, let's take a 30 minute break. Shall we?"
Ducan, glaring at me with loathing and full of unfathomable rage: "Oh? So now you're running away." He said quietly, staring at me with watchful eyes of a snake, that's about to strike.
I went to get up, but that was a mistake.
*Rattle* Rattle* *Scrap*
Ducan: "I'LL KILL YOU TOO!" Damian lunged for me, but was stopped by the chains that kept him to the table. "I'LL KILL YOU! JUST LIKE HER HALF BROTHER!"
*Slam* Officer Kent burst into the room.
Kent: "WHAT THE [...]! DAMIAN GET BACK TO YOU SIDE."
Ducan: "YOU TOO, HOW DID YOU COME BACK? I THOUGHT HE KILLED YOU?"
I got up, and followed Officer Kent out the door, with Mr. Ducan screaming.
Ducan: "COME BACK HERE! I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!"
Intermission: This wasn't my first time dealing with unstable criminals. Before Ducan, I have interviewed the notorious Ted Bundy, who was a serial killer, the Son of Sam, David Berkowitz, as well as Rodney Alcala. But this is the first time, where someone has changed drastically as Mr. Ducan in just a few moments. After this incident, I wondered if it really was an act? But what came next changed that all for me as It also made me realize that Mr. Damian Ducan's story may be worse than we,
as the world,
had thought.