It only took half a day for the entire prison to find out that Brent Cummings aka The God of Torture was a resident.  He knew that now it was only a matter of time before certain people got too cocky about their standings in the prison.  He was sitting in his cell reading the latest news on Isabella, his last victim, when a shadow blocked his light.  He looked up to see Tyrese McCarr 'Ice Pick'.  "How can I help you friend?"  He didn't want anything to happen unless 'Ice Pick' started it, then he'd finish it!'Ice Pick' didn't answer at first, he just stood there staring.  He kept running his tongue across his lips like he'd just seen something that he wanted to eat, then he'd just smile.  "Is what they say true?  You know, about your victims and what you did to them?""Why do you want to know?"  Brent did not glace up from the newspaper, but he was still watching his visitor from the corner of his eye.  Of course I

The doctors took half an hour, after Sierra left, to clear an exam room for him.  He was wondering if he would have an arm left with the length of time it's taken thus far.  Mack sat in the room until a nurse came in and started an IV.  He was all prepared for surgery when the doctor finally graced him wiht his presence."Okay, Detective Stone, we are going ot transport you to the OR.  You should be in surgery for a couple of hours, then you will be admitted for observation.""I'm sorry, my name is Dr. Tom Martinson."  The doc said as he put some anesthetic in Mack's IV.Mack began to doze off, he didn't remember going to the OR or even seeing the doc leave.  By the time he woke up he was in a room surrounded by Cheryl, Madison, Sierra and Xavier.  "What tiem is it?"  He barely managed to whisper."Daddy, you've been asleep for two long, boring hours!  Does your arm feel better?"  His little girl was all e

Sierra left Xavier sleeping in her bed.  Mack had been discharged and the Boss man wanted to know the latest news about Brent.  She took a quick shower before she met up with Mack.  She was supposed ot meet him at the station, so when she was met outside of her apartment building, in his wife's gorgeous Speedster, Sierra was speechless!  "She4 actually let you borrow her car?!  How in the hell did you manage that?""I broke my arm, and my wife loves me."  He was using his arm to his fullest advantage."Oh, I get it, don't think that your wife doesn't know what you are up to either!  Us women know and see all."  She was only jealous that she hadn't thought up a plan like that, first.For some reason she was getting a little nervous about interviewing Brent again.  She has interviewed plenty of suspects, some of them had tried to harm her in some way also, but Brent spooked her."Spill it?  I know you are wo

"It is nice to finally meet you Detective Ryans, Detective Stone.  May I ask why the two of you are visiting my humble abode?"  Warden Scotts, asked suspiciously. "Look, Warden Scotts, we are here to talk to Brent about his latest victim."  Sierra wasn't going to give him details. "Oh, you mean Jason Kemp?  Well we already know how and why he died.  So your services won't be necessary."  Warden Scotts smugly smiled. Sierra and Mack looked at each other in confusion then she turned back to the warden.  "Wait, what are you talking about?  We are here to talk to him about Isabella Fuentes.  When did you kill Jason Kemp?  Did he tell you his reasoning for killing him?"  Sierra didn't understand why Brent would do this.  Then she looked at the confusion on the wardens face then continued.  "I am only asking because Brent had never killed a man before, it has only been women, they are weaker than he i

The feeling of impending dread never left her body, in fact it actually intensified ever since she left the prison.  She knew that Brent was up to something she just didn't know what it was and Warden Scotts thought she was just being paranoid.  There was no use worrying about something that hasn't happened so she went into the kitchen and heated herself a TV dinner because she didn't feel like cooking at the moment.  She sat in the living room and turned on the television only to find nothing of interest on.  So instead of watching TV she ate her meal in silence. Once she was done eating she washed what little dished she had left thanks to Xavier and her intruders.  She grabbed herself a couplf of beers from the fridge and headed to the bathroom to draw herself another very hot bubble bath. She was half way down the hall when her cell rang.  Someone was calling her from a private number.  Now who could this be?  She h