Six intruders
- “Of course they are not, we care greatly about their welfare.” Why should people care about such monsters? Those who actually did so were probably crazier than the inmates themselves. “Follow this way, please.” He said as he proceed to walk down the stairs.
That section of the hospital was somber, even more than the others. Once you set foot on it, you could almost feel the voices the patients heard inside their heads. Chilton couldn’t understand how the security guard that watched over that place hadn’t become insane yet. It was better to walk close to the walls to avoid getting too close to the bars, it was dangerous, but as he had warned Pariston before, the inmates could get hostile.
They almost had to walk to the very end of the alley before Chilton stopped infront of one of the cells.
- “Here he is.” They could get close to this one. He wasn’t as nasty as the others. “Abel Gideon, the man who believed himself to be the Chesapeake Ripper.”
The man confined to that cell was lying on his bed. He got up once he heard Chilton’s voice and walked with his hands behind his back to greet them, lowering his head ceremonially.
- “Hello Frederick. I didn’t know you were going to visit me.” The small man said and then turned his gaze to the other visitor. “Who’s your friend? I don’t think we’ve met. My new doctor, perhaps?”
“An interesting choice of words,” Pariston says, stopping just in front of the cell. “The man who believed himself to be the Chesapeake Ripper. Was there a bit of confusion there?”
His eyes trained on the approaching man, analyzing him. “No, no. I’m no doctor Mr. Gideon. I’m simply a visitor. I asked to meet with an inmate or two and our dear Frederick here thought you would be the perfect one. If you’re willing to converse with me would you mind telling me how the institution treats you? I’d like to hear it from the mouths of the people themselves,” Pariston pauses as he glances sideways at Chilton, “rather than the staff who control things.”
The place certainly didn’t look like what Pariston had anticipated, but hopefully it at least worked like he anticipated.
