HallowMass Destruction part Three
Ridgefield Asylum for the Criminally Insane
"Mister Donahue, it is so nice to see you again! They told me you wanted to have a look at our investigation into Jack O Lantern's escape."
Director Kensington had the most ingenious smile a woman could muster. She was not long for this job and would be the 32nd Director to be 'resigned'
in just over two years. Two former male directors were now locked within and five females were now residents at Hanover. The job seemed to really break and twist the minds of even the most capable and brilliant to become psychopathic murderers themselves.
"I need to take more of a hand in this place. Its not that I don't trust the work you all do here its just serving the community requires more than me just signing off checks."
Matt put on a disarming face, inside he was steaming mad. How the hell did they have so many escapes? Maybe a metahuman team needed to be added to the staff,
like they had at Hanover.
"I can show you all the files and the current results of our investigation.."
Matt cut her off deftly. "Thats fine, but I would like to see his cell."
Director Kensington was dismayed at this suggestion and it showed in her face. Soon the smile that could blind returned.
"Okay, then. Come with me."
Matt Donahue looked inside the padded cell which had been left the way it was while the investigation commenced. He both ignored the ranting from the other inmates on the floor and the two
large male guards armed to the teeth.
There was writing all over the walls with a water soluble marker. This was a common technique at both asylums as it gave the patient a focus and had a calming effect. Usually straitjacketed, a patient
could still use their feet or mouth. The effort required extra concentration and helped the calming. It also helped give insights into the patient.
The writing on the walls had rambled ideas, names, locations. Like brainstorming for an idea, the beginnings of a script or screenplay.
"We gave him a note pad and he was quiet for a number of days. However when we would take it from him, he would have a fit. He took the notepad with him when he escaped
but the writing on the wall was another story." One of the guards explained.
The writing on the wall was chaotic and after a few minutes, Matt seemed stymied. Jack O lantern wanted to film a horror movie with kidnapped important people from Nefcon City.
But there was nothing recognizable to work with, no concept or name that could be a clue. Matt had enjoyed horror films during his youth but that soon lost appeal upon his teenage years.
There were only so many ideas and tropes in a horror movie so he was hoping maybe for an angle, something to figure out this maniac's next move.
He then heard whistling from the cell next door. A tune that seemed familiar somewhat…
Matt walked over to the neighboring cell window. Markkus, the Nosferatu wannabe. It sooner dawned on Matt that the more macabre styled patients were on this floor. Cthulhu Kid was yelling out some strange language.
Meatrack was pacing back and forth staring out the window of his cell at Matt and then pacing again. The Roach said nothing as usual and was lying under his cot in the darkness.
Matt looked in on the vampire like villain, one who had almost killed him more than once. He was hanging upside down with his feet on a kind of harness and was whistling that strange tune. His eyes were closed.
"I want to speak with him."
The two guards looked at him and then each other. They seemed almost afraid.
"Lets call backup."
"Oh its a tune I picked up from my neighbor..the living pumpkin. He hummed it and it was quite catchy, a modernist style composition. Minimalist." Markkus smiled, he loved to show off his knowledge of avant grade things. An uber Goth
going to a murderous conclusion.
"I think its from a movie." Matt added. "You any Idea?"
Markkus looked at him with a scowl. "If I help you do I get anything out of it?"
"Well you are getting help for your condition are you not?" Matt began the 'negotiation'
"You know what I mean, you nietzschean blonde beast.." Markkus motioned to his straitjacket sleeves.
"Well I can put in a good word for you, but you need to stop trying to kill the nurses here." Matt retorted.
"I wasn't going to hurt them bad, I just needed a little blood. Just a little.." Markkus had an almost mischievous smile.
"The movie its from, I know you are a horror film aficionado."
"Oh I was, but now I only watch silent films. If its before 1929, forget it. I have standards."
Matt turned to leave.
"I knew you wouldn't know. I'm leaving." Matt got turned to leave and motioned to the guards.
"Wait..let me think..it has been a while."
"Oh?" Matt turned to look at Markkus. He rarely lied to be fair which was unusual for most of his rogue's gallery.
"The one with the doctor. Where he planned to get revenge on the people who saved his life after being burned but was unable to fix his face.."
"There's a million ones like that. Be more specific.." Matt egged him on.
"Quiet! I'm trying to think"..Markkus closed his eyes and began to pace in his cell, looking frustrated. At one point the ranting of Cthulhu Kid aggravated him and he yelled at him to shut up!
"Doctor Malfactorium…that one. 1953. Known for its graphic violence for the time, a man's face melting. A burning wig put on a woman's head. I think it was an italian film they dubbed."
Markkus looked quite satisfied. Matt had got what he wanted.
"Thank you, Markkus." Matt smiled.
"Remember our deal, get me out of this. It looks cool in a goth club but it gets old after a couple of days." Markkus complained about his straitjacket.
"I will remember." Matt walked out as the door was closed behind him.
"How about one in black leather!!!" Markkus shouted from inside. "If I have to be here, I want to look as cool as possible!!"
Matt instead recommended more ECT for Markkus to the director. Leaving in his limo he smiled at how such a thing would have racked him with guilt before. He was becoming more
corrupt and he did not care!"
"Well? You get anything?" Carl asked as he drove back to the Donahue Estate. "I was disappointed, all the boys were in isolation, sigh.."
"Doctor Malfactorium..we have to download an obscure horror film, Carl. Looks like tonight is a movie night."
"Oh goodie!! Let me stop at the local Nefmart and get some popcorn and chips."
"Yes, see if they have the caviar flavored chips, those are my favorite."
The limo turned into a Nefmart parking lot on the edge of the county.
An(yet another) abandoned church located twenty miles out of the Nefcon City limits.
Jack O lantern watched over his henchmen who were designing some sort of set.
"I wuz hired to knock skulls and break legs not make fake dungeon walls outta wood!" A disgruntled Henchman in a pumpkin costume grumbled.
"Shhh!! Shut up, don't let them hear ya!" Another henchman retorted.
"I'm not afraid of dat Pumpkinhead, he don't look tough, he looks ridiculous!"
His buddy whispered to him in desperation. "Forget him..the two broads!!!"
"Those skinny weirdoes with the black eyes? I don't care if they're Hanover girls, I ain't scared of two dames who dress like candy corn!"
His friend did not respond. He was instead looking behind his grousing partner in crime and his eyes showed true terror.
"Huh?" The henchmen turned around to see the two women he was mocking behind them. He began to sweat profusely.
"I..I was talking about somebody else..those Three Amigas, yeah..heh..working for them got me locked up in a five year bid in the joint..I wuz talkin about them, I swear."
The two said nothing.
Soon the screams of the henchman were heard reverberating through the church. The other Henchmen looked for a few seconds and what was happening to him and then with sweat dripping down their faces went back to their work with
a furious focus.
Jack O Lantern smiled. "Good work, Ladies! We know have at least three extra realistic looking corpse props now!"
..mention it!" Yellow finished.
The two women smiled briefly, which was rare.
"Yes, soon..my cinematic masterpiece will take the world of crime and horror by storm! My homage to the Doctor Malfactorium series!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!"
The Candy Corn twins and Jack O Lantern began to laugh maniacally. The Henchmen were quiet and continued their work. In the back of their minds they hope they would not be "extras".
To Be Continued