"Why do you feel this way Mr. Smith?" Tim smiled "There's a thing about seeing the life leave someone else, it's exhilarating, it's been so long since I've killed someone." Tim smiled, he was handcuffed to a chair in a psychiatrists office, which was bolted to the floor. "Well, our session is done for today, when you go back to your cell- erm- room, please reflect on our talk today, maybe your thought process will ch-." He was interrupted by a fountain pen entering his neck, Tim had broken the handcuffs binding his hands easily, and had grabbed a fountain pen from the desk, plunging it into the psychiatrists neck. Blood spurted from his neck as the guards immediately tased Tim, who laughed as he convulsed. The guards knocked him out, and dragged him back to his room. (Closed)