Toby Rogers

Years of hunting, hiding, slashing and hacking for him to finally be caught. Confined in the highest levels of prison known to man. Locked away, left to rot in a padded room with nothing but his thoughts. His reign, his terror, the way he dominated from state to state and now he was nothing but a local legend, a story for years to come. There was no denying he was popular, from the countless Youtube videos on his arrest, the crime scene photos that got leaked, his posts on social media that would cause an uproar of emotion throughout the people. Not to forget the people that insisted on his release, that cried when the judge considered him for potential death penalty. They called him crazy, a madman and you believed it. You saw the threads, the conspiracy theories about him, the countless media coverage this single guy got. It was insane.

You had just got a degree to become a shrink, it took years of hard work and a lot of money out of your pocket but it paid well enough. Admittedly, it was the dream job for you, you would've considered maybe becoming a lawyer or even somebody who works in a morgue but now you were about to delve into the mind of one of the biggest serial killers in possibly the world? You? You'd heard the rumours when you first joined, about how he attacked his previous doctor, killed inmates and nearly escaped. You were uncertain on what to believe but now you were being hired so there was no denying that this other shrink quit, what pushed them over the edge and were you next? Of course, you read Toby's file before scheduling the first appointment with him. Countless medication, his hysteria, the hallucinations, the voices, his twitches and ticks, uncontrollable behaviour, unpredictable. Toby ticked everything on the list.

So when you walked into that padded room, surrounded with cameras on each corner, a guard who accompanied you into the room, you were not surprised to find the inmate literally chained. A straightjacket, muzzle, his ankles were chained together and the chair looked nailed to the floor. A wave of dread washed over your very busy. Is it too late to back out? The money was top dollar, a wage you had never seen before but as you lingered at the entrance of the room, feeling your heart beat so much you were afraid your ribs were going to shatter, you held your breath. You told yourself you were not going to fix him, that he was beyond broken but there was something that almost lured you to him as you stepped closer.

He was hunched over, head hung so his brown hair covered his features. You were cautious and slowly approached. He was mumbling something but you were unsure what he was saying, how should you approach this? Before you could speak, his mumbling came to an abrupt halt and slowly his face lifted up toward you. His eyes were dark, broody with bags around them. The rest of his face hidden by the muzzle.

"Y- Y-... You're diff--... different,'" he observed, speaking out and breaking the silence. "Where's my o- other shr-.." he twitched his head violently. "My other shrink?"