12 - The first name to cross out

In a grey and rainy day, Patrick was at the showers, trying to take off  his worries with water. It was late at night and there was an strange silence in prision. Nothing good comes with silence. The enviroment was dark and wet at the showers. This place was made of grey tiles which seemed rather black in the darkness of night. Every shower was separeted from the other by a litlle wall that only covered the private body parts. Over the showers there was a row of little windows through which the moonlight entered lighting just a little part of the room. Suddenly, Malick appeared behind him at the wall some metres away from the showers.
"You scared the hell out of me, son of a bitch!" said Patrick while he was trying to breath normally.
"I didn't mean to" said Malick. His pitch was different. Patrick could feel Malick was in a strange mood. Under the moonlight his face looked different. It seemed Patrcik was talking to a different Malick and that worried him.
"What the fuck you want?" ask an impatient Patrick.
"Why you entered in prision?" ask Malick with the same wierd and low pitch.
"Are you crazy? You perfectly know why I am here. Someone charged on me drug trafficking. What the hell is wrong with you? What is this all about?" Malick could feel how Patrick was getting more and more nervous. He knew Patrick was nervous when his mouth turned into a curse-words dispenser.
Suddenly, the tap of the shower turned off and stopped draining water. Patrick felt how his heart started beating harder than ever. He experienced within his soul that horrible feeling. That horrible feeling it is felt when the situation is not under control. It fills you in of fear. It paralyse every muscle. Therefore, that fear grows as it is obvious somenthing hideous is going to happen and the body is totally paralysed. That horrible feeling can make the most brave man in the world be terrified. In that moment, Malick talked again.
 "No... You entered prision because you and a group of men went to a mansion, entered in it and violently killed two people"
 In that exact second the tap of the shower turned on and after a few seconds it turned off again. Suddenly, Patrick percieved a strong smell.  What the shower drained it was not water, it was petrol. He was so shocked and nervous he could not move a single muscle.
"But you know what, Patrick? You should've killed... three"
Before Patrick could even react, Malick lighted a match, looked at Patrick's terrified face again and threw it to the showers. A huge flame that lighted the whole place appeared from the wet floor. The blue and heavenly moonlight turned into the hellish light of fire. Patrick burnt. He was surrounded by flames. His deafening screams could had been heard miles away. But Malick knew nobody was going to hear them. All that Patrick could see was a hurtful orange light. All that he could feel was the fire burning every metre of his skin. Suddenly, the tap turned on and the shower drained enough water to extinguish the fire that surrounded Patrick. He burnt just for a few second, but it seemed an eternity.
While an steaming Patrick was on the floor, sobbing like a hurt dog, Malick walked towards and hung besides him. When he made sure Patrick was looking at him, Malick got rid of his red hair. He took off what it seemed to be a wig. Suddenly, a ghost from the past appeared right in front of Patrick. A ghost that should no be in the world of the living. A ghost Patrick made sure to make dissapear time ago. His shocked face was obvious even when it was unrecognisable. He could not believe what he saw. It was impossible.
"Yes, Patrick. It's me, William. And yes, I'm alive. And as I suppose you know, because I cannot even imagine in how much pain you are right now, so are you. I want you to know that I decided to let you keep your weaked life for two reasons. The first reason is that I want you to feel for the rest of your life what my parents felt when you burnt them. Letting you die would haven been a gift you don't deserve. The second reason is that I want you to send a message to those people you call 'family'. I want them to witness the extent of my mercy by witnessing your deformed body. I want them to feel a constant terror cause they will never be secure. And I want them all to know I'll soon destroy all of them. I will make all their lifes so miserable they will end up praying to die. And you, Patrick, will be a silent witness of my revenge."
Willam stood up and started walking leaving behind him a dying Patrick laid on the floor. While he was going back to his cell he remembered that terrible night when his life drastically changed. Just like in his nightmares, the images of his parents came back. A couple of tears went down William's face. But, it was different. He felt a different feeling. He felt relieved. He was closer to achieve his purpose. Pretty soon all those miserable people would suffer the same fate as Patrick.