On my choir tour, we passed by the place where they filmed twilight, eclipse so I thought I'd share a pic with you guys (sorry it's blurry)

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"That's never going to work," I argued with Brams. At first I was playing along, but now these plans were just getting ridiculous. "Are you getting crazier?"

He pulled me to him by my arm and shushed into my ear. "SHHH!" he rasped. "They'll hear us."

I looked up at him, bewilderment in my eyes. "What is going through your head?"

He looked down at me, a glisten in his brown eyes. "I haven't told you anything legitimate. It's all been bullshit. Every bit of it," he whispered quietly.

I shook my head slowly. "But...why?"

"They're listening. They're always listening..." he said hauntingly. I looked around the cafeteria at the nurses in blue uniforms, all looking around cautiously, making sure nobody was causing any trouble. "I'm trying to get them off of my trail."

I lifted a brow as the two of us made our way to the fenced off yard outside. We sat down together on a stone bench and reclined, making ourselves comfortable. He rested his left leg on his right knee and held it up with his hand as he let his other hand lay on the top of the back rest, extending it behind my back. I sat there slumped over like a sloth, allowing my legs to be spread open. I was tired of looking proper.

"It's been about a month since I've gotten here," he brooded. "I think they're off of my trail now. But I can never be too sure."

"Is that why all of your ideas sounded so..." I trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"Stupid?" he asked me. I let a small smile tug quickly at my lips and gave my head a nod. He chuckled to himself as he looked away from me and to the other delinquents wandering the yard. "Yes sir'ree," he answered, exhaling and lowering his head. "But don't you worry, Luther my dear boy. They stopped suspecting a thing weeks ago. I've just been keeping up with it to make sure."

I nodded as my eyes wandered around. The barbed wire gates would surely electrocute you if you touched them, and even if you managed to get over them, there were walls beyond the yard, and then another large gate to drive in and out of to get to the hospital in the first place. Escape was nearly futile. "What are you planning?" I asked him.

"Remember the first day that I got here?" he asked me. I nodded in answer. "And remember how I said we would need magic?" I nodded again. "You know why Jack is in here, right? And why he's so afraid of everything?"

I shook my head on that one. "No..." I replied. "I don't really know anything about him. He's barely spoken ten words since I got here months ago."

Brams looked around suspiciously, then turned his head to finally speak to me. I leaned in close so that I could catch every breath of what he had to say. I didn't want to miss a word. "Jack is a famous magician. Or, infamous, I should say." I raised my eye brows. "His stage name was: The Jack of Spades. And boy, back in the day, he sure was quite the looker. It's beyond your time, kid, but he was so loved around the country. And rich. A lot of women were after ol' Jacky." He took in a disappointing breath and paused for a moment, leaving me on the edge of my seat, waiting for more.

"And...?" I asked, anxious.

Brams looked back up at me. "One day, one of his tricks went awry. He was on a roof top, and tried to disappear in a burst of flames. He failed and tumbled off of a two story building, engulfed in fire."

My eyes widened even bigger. "How did he survive?"

Brams shrugged. "If he hadn't fallen off of the building, the flames would've completely charred his skin, and believe me on that, I'm the expert at those sorts of things. But, the doctors all said that they weren't sure how he survived. He broke several bones and fractured a lung."

"Is that what caused his PTSD?" I asked, curious.

Brams nodded. "Yes, my dear Luther, it is."

I furrowed my brows. "Then how did he end up here?"

Brams readjusted himself on the bench so that he was facing me even more than he already was. "That is where things get interesting." He smirked and took in a breath before he continued. "You see, when he took his fall, something got knocked loose in his head. He slowly plummeted into the maelstrom of insanity. Little by little he forgot to do the simplest tricks. He would actually stuff rabbits into hats and doves up his sleeves and they would be dead when he pulled them out. But what got him caught, was one night, in front of a large audience, he attempted the 'saw the assistant in half' trick. Except, there was no one else in the separate box. And it was no trick. He actually sawed his assistant in half.

"When the police came to the scene and checked out his private studio, there were many other assistants that he had tested and failed on, whether they had been starved to death in straight jackets or been impaled by iron maidens. They were all dead. So, after a brutal, horrific police chase, only adding more to Jack's distress, he ended up here. And he's been here ever since."

I just sat there with my mouth agape, staring off at the other inmates. Jack was a serial killer. I never would've guessed that he was a magician. He doesn't have the suave or the charm that they typically possess. Then another thought came to mind.

"Um, Brams," I began. He perked up and looked at me. "If Jack has forgotten how to do his tricks, then how is he any good in helping us to, you know..." I lowered my voice and whispered. "Escape?"

Brams chuckled and leaned back. "Oh, he hasn't forgotten everything, Luther. He's still got a few tricks up his sleeves." He winked at me. "Quite literally."

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Sorry boring chapter I know
And sorry I haven't updated I've been too busy obsessing over Hannibal. Which, btw, if you guys haven't seen Silence of the Lambs of any movies in the Hannibal series, WATCH THEM. if you love Outlawry, you will love these movies. I am so inspired to write the Outlawry trilogy now because of them. And Anthony Hopkins is baeeeee af as Hannibal. He's my baby.

"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti. Sfisfisisfisfi."

"Oh and senator, one last thing." Pause. "Love your suit." ;)

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