Height: 6’2
Weight: 78kg
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Distinguishing Features: Birthmark on sole of foot, scar along right side of rib cage, gang and MC tattoos (catalogued in file).
Alias: Honeymonster
Date of Arrival: 07/12/2020
Sentence:One year.Under appeal. To be reviewed.
Treatment: All available treatments recommended.
Summary of Crimes: Emerson Mead, known by the aliasHoneymonster, was linked to a string of violent stabbings attributed to inter-gang conflicts spanning several territories. Initial evidence pointed to retaliation-based killings; however, the precision of the wounds and the ritual-like consistency across victims suggested a deeper, more personal compulsion.
Each victim suffered multiple deep knife wounds concentrated around vital organs – the heart, lungs, and carotid region – indicating anatomical knowledge and deliberate lethality. Despite his gang affiliations, Mead’s attacks were rarely chaotic. Witnesses and forensic analysts noted his disturbing calm and control during assaults, moving with calculated efficiency rather than rage.
In several cases, Mead reportedly lingered at the scene, tending to or repositioning the bodies post-mortem – behaviour inconsistent with gang executions but suggestive of fixation or remorse. Blood patterns at two scenes indicated kneeling or cradling motions, implying a psychological attachment or ritualised gesture following the kill.
Known among associates asHoneymonsterfor his disarming charm and paradoxically gentle demeanour outside of violence, Mead’s duality became a focal point during psychiatric evaluation. Experts believe he experiences an emotional dissociation during acts of aggression, reverting to a primitive state in which empathy is both felt and denied simultaneously.
Despite repeated opportunities for rehabilitation, Mead’s unpredictable temperament and recurring violent episodes within the facility have postponed any appeal consideration. His capacity for warmth and savagery coexisting within seconds has made him a uniquely dangerous and difficult subject to categorise.
Note: Sentence appeal has twice been cancelled due to patient relapsing within the facility.
STAND IN THE FLAMES
American Horror Show - Snow Wife
Honeymonster
There’s blood everywhere. Thick and sticky on the tiles, sharp copper stinging my nostrils, the kind of smell that seeps into your tongue until you swear you can taste it. Normally I’d appreciate it – take my time, admire the colour, the way it slicks across skin like war paint. But not today.
Today, it’s just another fucking problem.
“Can you assholes stop trying to kill each other for one minute?” My voice cuts through the room like a hammer. “We’ve got bigger problems to deal with.”
Donnelly barely glances at me, eyes half-lidded, mean little slits that gleam when Silas makes that pathetic whimperingsound again. Donnelly’s mouth curls into a smirk that makes my fists itch.
“So? We’re here because wearea fucking problem.” He tilts his head, knife glinting. “And besides, he’s pretty when he screams.”
Before I can even step closer, Donnelly slams the blade into his thigh – deep, too close to the main artery for comfort. Blood spurts, painting the floor in fresh streaks. Silas’s jaw clenches, another whimper slipping out.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter.
Donnelly sighs like he’s just taken a drag of something sweet, that elusive first high from an addict’s drug of choice, expression softening in perverse satisfaction.
“Get a hold of him!” I bark.
Silas’s voice cracks, thin as paper. “C-can’t…” His eyes roll back. I can almost hear the shutters clanging down in his head. Donnelly crows in delight. “Try again next time, loser.”
That’s it. I lunge, aiming to wrench the knife from his hand, but Donnelly dances away – nimble bastard – barely acknowledging me as he turns his sadism inward. The blade slices across his forearm and he hisses through his teeth, pleasure lacing the sound.
Silas’s breath catches. The smell of iron floods the room again. My molars grind so hard I think I might crack one.
