Sylivan (wip)

Sylivan sat on the bare floor in the white cubed room glaring intently into the darkness. He was waiting for when they'd come and get him, so for now he amused himself by running over past events in his head.1

There was a kind of rhythm, a kind of feeling, that he got when he killed. It was really all he knew; and he was clever and skilled at it.2

He could see his father's eyes and his homo erectus stuck inside of him. With glee, he remembered killing him--his very first kill.3

A sudden cast of light hit his leering face. In walked a doctor surrounded by two guards.4

The doctor knelt beside him and placed a blood pressure cuff around his arm. "Your blood pressure is good," said the doctor.5

Sylivan merely glared at him manically.6

They beckoned at him to stand up, so he did so.7

"Where are we going, Mommy?" Sylivan asked, grinning.8

The guards told him to shut up and move along.9

He was taken to the office of Ronald Delis. Mr. Delis sat at a computer, and looked like he would have been a fun man to kill. Sylivan noted the picture resting on the desk of a fair, pretty woman, with children and of course, Mr. Delis's hand around her. He pursed his lips in disgust and hatred.10

He had never had a family. His family, his father, his mother, had never loved him. They were of course both long since dead, at their own son's hands. . .11

Mr. Delis smiled warily as the guards cuffed Sylivan and flung him over close to his desk. On his computer's monitor sat a camera, which he now motioned Sylivan to glare at. "Welcome to our medicinal corrections facility," said Mr. Delis, "Patient number two-three-four-five-six. Sylivan, I've heard much about you."12

The camera flashed.13

Sylivan was silent and boding and glaring.14

Out from the computer's printer spat his card, with an image of his glaring, boding face. The card was set in a plastic case and put on his white shirt. Mr. Delis then placed a bracelet around Sylivan's hand.15

"I hope you enjoy your stay. Now take him away."16

Sylivan was ushered out into the cafeteria and his handcuffs loosed. Soon enough he sat alone on a table as far away from anyone else as possible, eating the mush that passed as food in the place.17

Of course, as expected, the other inmates were too interested not to come over and see their new friend. Sylivan merely glared at them as he had most anyone else who had tried to interact with him.18

"What're you in here for?" the last of them who had stayed around after all the silence asked.19

Sylivan looked at him and smiled manically. "I killed people," he said simply.20

The man snapped a bit in surprise. "No joke?" he asked.21

Sylivan suddenly bolted up, some of the slush-for-food falling out of his maniacal maw.22

He then glared into the man's eyes and he slowly began backing away.23

A guard had watched the whole interaction, and he quickly came at Sylivan and cuffed him, and threw him back into the same white-walled cube.24

He was glad, though. He laid on the bed, which was so rough and uncomfortable that it was like laying on a skeleton.25

He awoke to find the door to his room wide open. He quickly left, and ran to Mr. Delis's office. The door was locked, but he busted the door open by running into it.26

Once inside, he unexpectedly found Mr. Delis in the office with a female nurse who also worked at the facility whose name was Jana Leweis.27

He smiled gleefully, seeing her pretty naked body and her startled deer's eyes. He quickly ran at Mr. Delis and hit him in the jugular, knocking him senseless on instant.28

When he turned to begin having fun with Mrs. Lewis, he was suddenly bolted by an unknown force. His eyes opened and he realized suddenly that he had been dreaming. The same doctor, surrounded by guards, lay over him, shaking him.29

"Wake up hours are 6 a.m., Sylivan. Now get up, there is much to be done today. Dress quickly or you will regret it." 30

The doctor's footsteps echoed in the walled, open white room along with the two guards' until a door slammed shut.31

He opened his eyes and glared menacingly at the ceiling for a while.32

There was no fighting them, he decided, sitting up in the bed and standing. During the night, they had stripped him of his uniform and put him in PJs without awakening him somehow, he dully noted, taking them off and placing newly-folded white linens on. 33

Now dressed, he sat on the floor, waiting. 34