• His story begins when the judge decides to betray him. "Ryan Wilson, I hereby call you guilty for the murder of Alisa Rodriguez. The punishment life in prison without bail." the judge's voice boomed throughout the courtroom.

    Ryan looks to the other side of the room; there stood an old woman, the mother of Alisa Rodriguez. Before the balieff took Ryan away, she pointed an unpolished, bony finger at him and said,"It's all your fault my daughter is dead!". The balieff looks at the mother and he notices the pain and suffering she is displaying in her eyes. All Ryan's eyes shown at the woman was a look to kill.

    After being in prison for a matter of four days, Ryan begins to memorize every facet the prison had. He also slowly grew to be mentally unstable. Obsessing over the two people who made his life to be a living torture. The balieff whose name was James Zilleweger, and the old lady, Marie Rodriguez. He had begun to spend every moment of his downtime plotting their last breathe.

    As his hatred grew so had his resentment. He began stalking his victims learning their schedules what they did every moment so he could plot the perfect murder. While time slowly past, he had finished plotting, he began with Marie. Plotting her death didn't take long, he had multiple ideas but ended up with hanging her when she came home from the theater in which she went to see the latest films every friday night and would often come home around ten or eleven o'clock.

    That night was really easy and meant for murder. It was cloudy with the moon would appear every few minutes. She came home upon opening her front door, she stopped feeling the sense that someone was behind her. He stood in front of her. "I wasn't behind you." She backed away, fear grew all around on her face. "Remember me. You past has now caught up with you. You tried to put me away. You ruined my life." He whispered as he tighted the ropes around her neck looking around, the neighborhood was completely silent not a soul watched him do his deed. He watched her pale over and the blue vein in her neck slowed as she gasped for breath, she clawed her way around him but his hands were strong.

    As he watched her last breath escape from her face she slowly moved her hand on his arm. She died. He told her that he would never be safely put behind bars. He ran away as he completed the task and had made sure that no one had seen he stacked the body inside the trash. Disappearing beyond the shadows of the neighborhood, he ran to his car. A small Mercury SUV. As he drove over to James's house he began to feel quite powerful quite fearless more flamed than ever before. Killing Marie made his heart beat faster and faster. There was one more death to accomplish.

    He came up to Jame's apartment knocked on the door three times and opened it. There inside was James already hung presisly as he would've done if he did the evil deed himself. "My friend, you were lucky tonight... who killed you?" He paused stepping in and around the possible crime scene, so he wouldn't get caught by the state police. Inside Jame's mouth was a battered cloth; saying J.R.D. At last! This was the lead he had been searching for. "J.R.D. your luck is truly uncanny but your future looks blicke." He silently threatened.

    He replaced the battered clothe with a fresh one and left in a rush. His mind was clouded over from his recent trial. Justice Richard Daniels was the man who had sentanced him to prison in the first place. "This time it's personal."

    He drove to Richard's magnificant mansion. He had snuck in quietly through an open window. Waiting in a half-lotus position at his computer, awaiting Richard's arrival, he was very curious. If the noble Justice Richard Daniels was against him at the trial, then why would he murder a person on his side?

    After waiting countless hours for the judge, he hears a mysterious click turning around... he realizes the judge is behind him gun drawn. "I see you finally made it Justice." He slowly moves toward the judge manipulating each step. Richard sees this and pulls the safety tab on the gun.

    Aiming for Ryan, he trips nipping Ryan in the leg. "Ahh..." Ryan wimpers in pain. "You're next, I knew you'd at least try to escape from that filthy rathole called Salt Lake Prison." Stepping carefully around him, Ryan spat at him, "Then why the hell did you send me there in the first place?"

    Hoping to distract Richard, Ryan walked up to him and stared him straight in the eye and whispered. "You will soon pay for Jame's death, not me, you." Till the dawn of the new day , Ryan and Richard battled to the death. Sirens were soon heard in the distance. Ryan remained free.

    It was J.R.D. who was captured.