twenty. text. backdated to monday.

[goryteller]

In the 1940s, rumor has it that a prisoner on the island of Alcatraz was killed by a ghost.

Back in those days (unlike these days), they had isolation chambers called hole cells where the prisoners were kept in near darkness for weeks on end. "Bang bang bang," one prisoner cried and pounded. "Someone's trying to murder me in here." But the guards thought he was hallucinating, as those being tortured with solitude tended to, and so they did nothing. When the prisoner stopped screaming, they were quite content until they opened the cell and found that he was dead. He had markings on his neck. Strangulation. No one else was in the cell.

Ghost stories have a sort of charm, don't they? Whether or not you believe them, I mean. I don't generally because we didn't have imports back then and because the living can be fucking horrible enough. I'm certain one of the guards killed him and thought they had a clever way of covering it up. Which they did.

I wonder what the prisoner's crime was. But I don't even have a name.

I know I would take death as a legacy if nothing else.

Comments

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[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Isn't that the line of thinking that divorced you from Deadshot?

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[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

I'm not accusing you, I'm just saying that almost anyone can be a possibility.

I just wonder why they picked me.

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[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Whatever the reason, it's surely unrelated to your incredibly offensive demeanor.

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[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

It probably would be unrelated, you're right. So right.

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Maybe he's aware of what you've done, back home.

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

And? Is that a decent reason to kill me when I'd just come back?

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Depends on his intent. It's possible you were merely a message.

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

Me and all the others?

A message to who, criminals?

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. Though not everyone was an explicit villain, I think.

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

I'm not a "villain."

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

You clearly are to someone. Whether they're correct or not is another issue.

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

Whatever. At this point, I don't care about their motivation.

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

You just care about ripping their skull from their neck?

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

I'd just care about slowly flaying them over the course of a few hours.

But the sentiment is all the same.

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

Flay them. You'd flay them?

Really.

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

Yes. Sorry:

My murderer is still in the City.

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[There's a quarter beat of nothing, a pissed grunt and a clatter of his communicator. A moment later, he's on text.]

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

I thought you liked being used. I thought it gave you "tingles."

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[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

But don't you want to help me find him, who he is? Wouldn't you?

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[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

My allegiance.

Felicia's health and safety.

private

[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]

[There's a few moments pause.]

private

[nine-tries.livejournal.com]

Oh.

I guess I shouldn't bother, then.

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[enigmaestro.livejournal.com]