Scientific Poison (30)

   

Strapped to a bed in the "E" Wing of Normoor maximum-security prison for the criminally insane. “You are nothing, just a set of jumped up Babylonians, you have no right to keep me here, and I am human flesh and blood just like you...” Out of total frustration and basic instincts he cried.    “May you all be cursed for eternity?”  They removed his straps.   “It's al-right we were just carrying out basic tests, that’s all, no need to get upset.” Said Dr. Wells.
   Leroy fell to his knees and sobbed uncontrollably in his cupped palms.
“Sweet madda Africa please help me” he cried in a child like voice.
   “Mr. Wells is cold, sharp and wicked, with him false smile. Please help me, do a beg you, mamma release me from this torment.” Cried Leroy.
   “Nurse, Nurse, he is regressing.”  Called Dr. Wells.
   “Quick bring the syringe he needs sedation. I have heard enough of this gibberish.”
   “Oh no its Dr. T. Ingland” Cried Leroy. “With his dutty medicine of mind control.  Yu is wolf in sheep clothing coming to stab me with you poison scientific prick.” Leroy kicked and flayed his arms wildly. “No! No! Please No!” he cried. Five guards subdued him as he laid face downward the syringe was plunged into the left cheek of his infamous posterior. Leroy let out a shriek and a long whine as the Largactyl took its effect. The sleep was a long one his brain took him through distant worlds of darkness flashing lights like meteors bombarded him as he writhed in slow motion to avoid comets, meteors and distant stars.
   “You must co-operate if we are to treat you,” said the psychiatrist to the fallen figure.  The uniformed operatives marched out of the cell with Leroy’s empty shell of a body to the padded cell unit. It was like days he had laid there without moving. His brain was active but his body motionless.
   "Since I have to be observed," Leroy thought.

    "It would be more interesting if I lead them rather than they lead me. They had my body but Africa has always possessed my soul.” Leroy’s behaviour was in one direction, to the very same people that feel they need to observe him; he would play to the galleries, to those whom had to perform tests, they that find his existence so relevant to their work.  Somehow I have to communicate with my judges my capturers in a meaningful way. Thought Leroy. With hours of mental callisthenics Leroy rehearsed his experiments, until his plans emerged like some great machine in tandem with the mind of the system. Leroy had decided to enter a deeper system of madness in order to elaborate his plan of escape and confound their research.