Being locked up in an asylum wasn't wrong. But according to law, being locked up in an asylum because you murdered a whole office of people who wronged you is wrong. And soon I will be transferred to the a waiting area for electrocution after bashing three guys who are physically stronger and bigger in size than me in jail for eating my food. Not that the food tasted good but on general principle. I was shived by another so I castrated him and his gang members. Lucky for me...I healed fast and get better each time. Speed, strength, agility, endurance and intelligence. And I don't die easily. Ask my ex-boss, he was with me in jail. He was one of the physically stronger guy whom I bashed and killed for trying to eat my toasted bread just because I kept to myself most of the time. Oh and the other two stronger guys are the jailers. Being in straitjacket I still managed to bite off one of the jailer's ear before I was electrocuted. But I didn't die. Or I did. What I remembered was waking up in a sewer with other dead bodies.
To the world, I am criminally insane. I am just... protecting myself and conserving my energy. And I was injected with something when I was young by someone in white coat before he disappeared and a shot rang out from the tall grass where he ran inside. I was just a toddler then. Of all things, I only remember the pain so much that I couldn't cry nor shout and left in a trolley until some middle-aged man took me home one day. His cigarette smoke and belt were a constant reminder of his presence coming home. I was beaten when I could walk for slight mistakes, eating too slowly, eating too fast, going to the toilet at night, walking too slowly, walking too fast, not memorising time-tables fast enough, speak the wrong answer to 7x8 or not fast enough, asking for payment of school fees, not having enough to eat,etc etc. Still that was life that I know of. Too dumb to fight back, too dumb to complain, too weak to protect myself from bigger schoolmates and I was beaten badly for standing up against others who bullied me. He smiled satisfactory whenever he beats me. And he could lie through his teeth to get what he wanted. Or cheated others weaker than him and beating others into subjection for standing up against him.
When he died for beating the wrong guy with connections, I went away for the first time. School was surprisingly easy to me then but not the people. I was always the outcast, the pariah amongst the others. I had to fight through years of conditionings to survive by beating others back for extorting me. From fighting boys three years older than me to ten years older. Each time I got stronger and faster the next day. Until I could beat them back one day and then...they pay me "protection fee" from others bigger than them. Yet these are just primary school years. Funny I didn't get expelled from school. Then I fell in love, got separated and I got cuckolded for the first time in secondary school. The man beat me up more severely than my foster father. And mocked me with his "brothers". I came back each time to be beaten by them. Until one day their crowbars and baseball bats doesn't affect me deeply. I was able to beat them to death and got shot by the police thrice as I did it in public. I managed to bite his face off though even though the girl whom I used to love tased me for him. And the policemen clubbed me till I fainted.
Still, life is good.
I have chicken chop for the first time. I ate it hungrily instead of paying homage to a gang boss inside and was beaten up badly but I shived someone, using his own shiv. Then I was well the next day and managed to land some punches at some overly muscular guys before I had my bones broken and beaten till I fainted. Or dead. Then I was able to land five punches...six...and then ten hits...soon... twenty and then I was able to bash heads into concrete walls. Beatened up again....beat them back again...until I was sent to be electrocuted.