ATTICUS COLE // 43 // GUARD // TAKEN
While Atticus had parents, they were never around. He was raised primarily by himself and some of the older kids on the block, who took him under their wing. Atticus quickly grew to respect the others and became an important part of their little group. As time progressed, so did they as people. Atticus got involved in drugs by the age of twelve, and by sixteen, he was one of the most promiscuous boys in town. He had a very tainted reputation. Not that anyone expected any less from him; his mother and father weren’t exactly examples of a good moral foundation, either.
At seventeen, Atticus moved from the small town, saying goodbye to the friends he had gained. He couldn’t be cooped up there forever and needed a place to start new. So he moved to LA, where everyone was vain and beautiful and overly obsessed with their material belongings. It was the perfect place for someone like Atticus, who could live in his own little bubble of self-loathing and have no one care about it. By the time Atticus was twenty, he got bored with the same shit, different day routine and knew that if he didn’t fix it soon, he would blow his goddamn brains out.
So he took a prostitute home. He kept her there for days, forcing every vile sexual fantasy he’d ever had on her. He mutilated her body, humiliated her, and kept her alive long enough for him to be satisfied with his life for a while longer. When she died, she was no longer recognizable. Atticus cut her body apart and dropped the separate pieces across LA for the police to find.
That was twenty-three years ago, and to this day, the police have yet to track it back to him. Or any of his other murders, for that matter.
Once Atticus found a way to relieve his pent up aggression, he stuck to it. Hundreds of boys and girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five wound up dead and scattered across all of California during Atticus’s twenty-three year murder spree. And still, no one suspected him. No one even noticed him. And that was just the way he liked it – how he was so invisible to the public eye, but on the inside, he was the devil. He was fucking evil, and he loved it.
It wasn’t long before Atticus figured he could act on his sadistic tendencies far more often in an area where it was expected of him to be in control. Having heard good things about Alcatraz, he completed a training program and applied. Dominic, impressed by his strength and demand for respect, hired him on the spot. The two remain close friends, and it’s not very hard to see why.
Though he seems to be a psychopath, Atticus is far from it. His emotions are a mess. He’s always angry and resentful, and none of it makes any sense to him. When it gets bad enough, he will seek out whoever seems like a likely target and take all of his frustrations out on them. He has no problem leaving scars and bruises, and less of a problem with killing. Whether or not Atticus is the most feared guard in Alcatraz doesn’t matter to him. What matters is that he gets what he wants and when he wants it. His abuse isn’t limited to just beating, however. He’s also been known to taunt and humiliate anyone he sees fit, just because he enjoys poking at already gaping wounds.
His moods may seem erratic, but there’s two things that everyone must know about Atticus: He’s constantly angry. All the time. Every decision he makes is focused around his anger and how he wants to relieve it at that point in time. Secondly – he may hate the world, but he hates himself more than anything.