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Hit The Nail On The Head

Johnny the psychopath was in 24 hour lockup after a riot in the prison. He was bored and decided to have some fun, well he would call it that but I am sure his cell mate Danny didn't see the funny side.

Johnny was the most scariest person on A wing, having been sentenced to a full life term for boiling his parents body parts in a hotpot whilst carrying out a voodoo spell he had gained from Reddit, a quality source of information for anyone wanting anything they believed, validated in online print on a reputable website.

The police had been shocked by the murder scene as when they entered his house they found two dismembered bodies in the garden and then they saw Johnny sat in the lotus position within a Hexagram drawn on the lounges floor. They were even more shocked to find some of his parents body parts cooking nicely on the stove, after first being drawn to the kitchen by the sweet smell of boiling stew. 

The other body parts they found were neatly wrapped up in clingfilm in the fridge, along with Johnny's cheese and milk. They guessed he was saving those for another spell.

Johnny was trying to obtain immortality and the spell from the web seemed genuine, it was posted by a Reddit user called BelieveMeFool_666, and the user seemed to know what he was talking about.

So today Johnny was bored stuck in his cell. There was no time for exercise, and food was being dropped off by the slot in his cell door. He still had another spell that he wanted to try out and this seemed the perfect time to attempt it. 

Apparently if you hammered multiple nails into the Chi spots that were on someone else's skull you could gain insight into that persons thoughts and as Danny was a funny chap, totally scared of him he thought about this spell.

He started with a choke hold on Johnny to pass him out before he used a brush as a hammer and two nails he had manged to retrieve from the old beds he was lying on.

The nails were hard to hammer into Danny's head, and Johnny was getting more and more frustrated with his attempt. Danny woke up a couple of times screaming in pain but he was quickly silenced with another choke out before he carried on hammering the nails into Danny's skull.

It was after 2 hours of bashing the nails into his cell mate that suddenly a purple haze descended over Johnny and a peaceful presence was felt as his mind was bum rushed with thoughts of Danny's life, his childhood, his sex life, his crimes and his life overall.

It was like wearing a META headset with virtual reality like scenes passing through Johnny's head. For an hour he sat their living out Danny's life from being born to being stuck with him in his cell. It was then he saw Danny's thoughts of him, how scared he was, and how he never slept always thinking Jonny would do something like this.

When the haze rose and Johnny came out of his trance he quickly pulled the nails out of his cell mates head and started to dab the bloody spots with some wet tissue, rubbing it gently with his hand. He felt so guilty for what he had done and after seeing the effect he had on his funny cellmate he instantly regretted his attitude to him, and to everyone in general.

Danny came to, finding himself being cuddled and caressed by his psycho cell mate, wondering what was going on.

"I am so sorry", Johnny kept repeating over and over again, holding him gently in his arms wondering what had happened with such a sore head.

"I won't hurt you again", Johnny said to him over and over again, tears running down his cheek. Danny didn't ask any questions but his life locked with the voodoo nutter of the wing was never the same. 

Johnny protected him from anyone trying to mug him off from then on and became his protector in jail. His head may have hurt but his life was never the same and he never felt safer with his misunderstood cell mate by his side.


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