I could not believe my luck. I had been planning the prison break for months. I was in jail for life after committing 22 homicides in a 5 year period. When I was sentenced I was told there would be no parole, but because of a quirk in the system I was actually being paroled.
The community was outraged, but I did not care. I had my paperwork and I was being released.
This is incredible. Sometimes it is better to be lucky than good. I was just one of those people that always seemed to luck out.
But I was not always so lucky. I used to be a person, a real good person, but I started killing. It started by accident really. When I was in high school I was being bullied. Well, one day I got tired of running and decided to take matters in my own hands.
I did not have much parental guidance at home, but I did have access to lots of knives. I grabbed the butcher’s knife out of the cabinet one day before I went to school. That was the last day the bully bullied anyone again. It was my first time killing and of course I was sloppy and got caught, but I was only 14 so I went to a youth detention center until I turned 21.
During this time I read lots of crime books and developed my craft. I was able to get away with almost every murder. I was finally caught when I got too complacent. I believe deep down inside I wanted to be caught, but no, upon further thought I was just stupid. When I get out I will murder again. It is in my blood. I cannot be stopped. The worse thing the parole board did was unleash me on the streets. I will never be caught again. My goal is to reach 100.
I was planning my next murder as I was listening to the parole board tell me the terms of my release. Those fools, wait until I get out. I cannot wait, I have some killing to do.
Finally, the day has come and I can leave. As I am about to walk out the gates I pause. What? What is happening? Everything is getting blurry. I am trying to open my eyes. It is like I am coming out of a deep sleep. When I awake I am strapped to the gurney about to receive my lethal injection.
I suddenly hear a voice. “You thought you were getting out”, it said. “We have been monitoring your thoughts and put you in this deep sleep. We planted the parole information in your head to see if you were worthy of parole and of course you are not. You can fool the parole board but you cannot change what is in your mind.”
With that being said, they had me. As the poison went through my veins I was once again caught by my arrogance.