troubled gasp filled Eiríkur's lungs and he hastily rose form his far-from-restful sleep. He then brought his thin knees to his chest and hugged them tightly. His mind was silent for a second, but soon the swarm of memories haunted his thoughts. He released an insecure breath and his legs shivered with his whole body. He remained silent with his head pressed agents his cold, boney knees. His nimble fingers grasped his pale wrists and his toes curled up, but only for a moment. His breathing became regular as he shifted his head to reveal his eyes. He gazed on the dark room, almost pitch-black, but the large moon shown into his cage. He wiggled his toes again and gave a heartless smile. "You are truly going insane Eiríkur." He said with a light chuckle. It seems that for some reason he held some odd form of joy tonight. The adjacent cells were mostly quiet, but Eiríkur could hear snoring and the occasional rattling on the bars. His eyes met the window with a curious gaze; it was the same view he had seen in years. Then he looked at the walls, seeing that his drawings had gone. His smile diminished.

Eiríkur then picked a pencil form his pocket; it was a new and rather sharp one. His right hand hovered over the wall and he started to draw. The wall was rather dark despite the moonlight, but he was young and had good vision. He drew a human eye; it was all black with a shaded fluid coming from it; blood. Then he drew another eye next to it, about one eye apart. This eye was a mirror of the last and then he drew the eyebrows. He continued with the face, it had a small nose, black hair, a normal-shaped face and a wide smile with shark-like teeth. Then he drew the slender neck and starred sketching the shoulders. His eyes blinked slowly and a yawn cascaded from his mouth; he was tiered. But being too afraid to have that nightmare he kept drawing, and drawing.

At some point in the night Eiríkur had laid down and fell into a deep sleep, in the morning he was waken by some one yelling. His eyes fluttered open and he groaned. This was the first time had slept without haunting nightmares in the longest while. He groggily sat up to see Mr. Honda at the other side of the bars. "I'm sorry to have woken you." Mr. Honda said apologetically. Eiríkur just nodded as he stood on the cold floor. Then he silently walked to the bared gate; standing before Mr. Honda. Mr. Honda gave a reassuring smile and said: " Eiríkur..." The said man perked up at the sound of his name. "...You are going to be moved." Mr. Honda finished. Eiríkur was puzzled. He wondered where and why. The small hope of being let out rekindled in his heart; maybe they saw his innocence. "We are going to move you from isolation." Mr. Honda said, seeing Eiríkur's puzzled look. Then anxiety flew into Eiríkur's veins. He wasn't sure about other people as it was let alone living in a cage with one, also he heard of the rapes and molesting that the people that weren't in isolation went through. "Are you okay with this Eiríkur?" Mr. Honda asked. And despite Eiríkur's previous thoughts he nodded, but inside he knew that things were going to get worse. Mr. Honda nodded and the guard opened the gate.

And so Mr. Honda escorted Eiríkur though many passage ways until they reached a new part of the building. Eiríkur couldn't help but wonder how big this place actually was. The cell was the same size as Eiríkur's old cell, but other then that it was mostly different. The walls were a spring yellow with white floor and sealing. There was no windows and it had a small bathroom and a bunk-bed. Also there was a young man sleeping on the bottom bunk. "Kaoru!" Mr. Honda said raising his voice. Eiríkur didn't really pay attention to him though; his heart was beating really fast. These halls were different then what he was used to; the air was more polluted and the voices were a great deal louder. There was screaming and sounds of profanity. One old man in the cell next to the one before them was yelling horrid names at Eiríkur. Eiríkur just stared in horror of this place. He felt his body shake in fear. " Eiríkur?" Mr. Honda asked as he placed his hand on his shoulder. Eiríkur quickly turned and shoved the other man's hand off of his while taking some steps back. The man in the adjacent cell laughed at him. "Oh, the poor little whore is scared~" The man teased. Eiríkur looked at him. "Shut up, fag!" He yelled in defence. "Oh, so the whore can fight back..." Then man said, and then he laughed again. "Or so you'd like to think." Then a unfamiliar hand gripped Eiríkur. As he turned around a tall man in a uniform stood sternly. Eiríkur turned to run, but his wrist was captured by the man's large hand. Eiríkur looked up at him with terror in his lavender eye's. To be honest he had never felt such a fear in his life. The boy seriously thought that he was going to die. Or worse; be torched to death. Eiríkur's name was called in a slurry of adrenaline and fear, but Eiríkur ignored it. He struggled to remove his slim wrist from the man's iron hand. "L-let go of me!" He said as his voice cracked into a high pitch. There were just so many voices... so many sounds. His fragile being seemed to be drowning in a sea of words; all so harsh, all so loud.

"Hey," Eiríkur peered up to the relaxed voice. "Earicker." The other said. Eiríkur stopped struggling and scrunched his eyebrows together. "It's Eiríkur." He pouted to the unfamiliar man. He didn't look much older then Eiríkur, but he was very different. His skin had a nice brown tan and his short hair was a deep brown. His eyes were a deep hazel and he looked like he had several day growth on his face. Eiríkur felt a prick in his pride; he always wanted to grow a beard and the fact that he couldn't drove him insane... well you know what I mean. Then he snapped out of his face as the guard lightly pushed him inside the cage, where this other boy was. The tall man locked the door and started to walk off. Eiríkur turned around too see Mr. Honda say "Be good." Then he flashed a small smile and walked away. By this time Eiríkur was putting his face to the bars and gripping on to them with his hands. "That was the worst fight I've ever seen!" the old man said form the cell in front. "Go fuck yourself." Eiríkur said bitterly, but the man didn't take the bait and resumed to lying in the small, hard bed.

"What kind of name is Ehrickcu anyways?" The young boy behind him asked. Eiríkur turned around to pout at the boy lying on the bed. "It's Icelandic. And it's not 'Ehrickcu', it's 'Eiríkur'." Eiríkur said irritably. The boy sat up "You're Icelandic?" He asked, ignoring Eiríkur's correction. Eiríkur found his arms wrapping around his body insecurely and a nervous blush cross his face. He nodded. Eiríkur hated it when people laid all the attention on him. It was just so awkward... "How did you end up in prison?" Eiríkur remained silent for a moment, but soon spoke up. "I murdered some one." He said shyly. "Who?" The other said, as if he had no thought about it. "...I... My brother," He said shamefully. He would never admit it, but he does see how wrong it was to kill him, but if went back in time he would do it all over again. "Hmm... why?" the other asked. That's when Eiríkur became truly offended; he never told anyone that. "Your mother," Eiríkur said firmly, obviously attempting to be offensive. The other flashed a humours smile at that. "Why are you here?" Eiríkur asked; wishing to know what this person has done. "Mmm? Possession of stolen goods or whatever." The other said casually. "...What is your name again?" Eiríkur asked. "Kaoru." The boy said. There was a quiet glace they both shared for a moment but Eiríkur looked away shyly. "Sit down, Ehricku." Kaoru said. Eiríkur sighed, giving up on correcting Kaoru.

Eiríkur walked obediently to the other side if the beds. He wasn't sure why he did so, the thought only crossed his mind after he was sitting next to Kaoru, still adverting his eyes. Eiríkur's eyes gazed over a blood stain on the floor that was probably form a prisoner that had committed suicide. There was no words exchanged for a while, in this time Eiríkur agreed that this 'Kaoru' was indeed a psychopath, but at least Eiríkur didn't consider him to be a risk. "So," Kaoru said interrupting the awkward silence. The other looked into his hazel eyes, waiting for Kaoru to continue. But Kaoru just gave a stoic stare at Eiríkur; it reminded Eiríkur of his brother. "So..?" Eiríkur finally said. "Is that your natural hair colour?" Kaoru asked as he pointed to the white fluff that was Eiríkur's hair. Eiríkur, starting to feel self-conscious, brought his hands to lightly cover his frizzy hair. "Yeah," Eiríkur said defensively. Kaoru seemed to be curious about this and asked: "How? Are you like a old man?" Eiríkur's eye brows creased together at this. "No." Eiríkur said. Kaoru gave a light huff at this and fell back on the bed. "How old are you?" Kaoru asked as he stared at the bottom of the top bunk. Eiríkur exhaled; calming down a little. "…Around seventeen now…" Eiríkur said, seeing that he had lost track of the years. "How old were you when you came here?" Kaoru asked. "Fifteen." Eiríkur said. Eiríkur started feeling uncomfortable with all of these questions and fond it rather rude for him to ask such things so abruptly. "How long is your sentience?" Kaoru asked. "… …twenty one years…" Eiríkur said hesitantly. Kaoru sat up; looking at Eiríkur in a shocked fashion. "You've been in here for two years?" Kaoru asked. Eiríkur nodded. "And you still have nineteen years to go?" Eiríkur nodded again. There was another pause of silence, but Kaoru's face fell and he laid back on the bed again. "I only have six months." Kaoru said.

Then an extremely loud buzzard rang, hurting Eiríkur's ears. It seems that their cell just happened to be right across form a speaker. Kaoru moaned in protest, and Eiríkur could hear guards unlocking cells; slowly coming closer. Kaoru slowly stood up and stretched his arms with a sigh. Eiríkur turned to him. "What's going on?" He asked; for usually he only left his cell once every few days. Eiríkur then stood up as Kaoru said. "We are going outside and such." Kaoru said, not being terribly specific. Eiríkur only released a little "Oh," and then stood in the cell; waiting for their cell to be unlocked. Eiríkur could feel fear and anxiety well up in him. He hated this; he wasn't used to so much people and he yearned for the sanctuary of his cell… his old cell. The guards came and unlocked the cell, letting them go to the right. Eiríkur fallowed Kaoru closely; he felt afraid to be exposed to so many questionable people. They went down a corridor and around a corner to reach a doorway to the outside. When Eiríkur passed thought the door he took a few steps and the stopped. His eyes darted around the area. Many tall people passed him, making it hard to see, but the sky was beautiful. It was full of rain clouds and it looked as if it would rain any moment. The air smelt fresh, aside from the suspended pollution. After most of the people in orange passed him he got a look at the place. It was much like the one he was used to, but different. First of all it was larger, due to there being far more people in there. Also it seemed to be better maintained; the grass covered the entire floor, the equipment looked lightly tatter and the walls were a nice purple.

"Hey," A husky man's voice called. Eiríkur looked over to the man and sure enough he was talking to Eiríkur. It was just then that he wondered where Kaoru had gone to and if he could get out of this. "You look new here." The man said and other men around him laughed, then he realized that he was surrounded. His heart raced as he frantically thought of a way out. "What do you want?" Eiríkur said as his arms hugged his body in fear. "You came from isolation, right?" Another man asked as they all slowly walked closer. "Yes, why do you ask?" Eiríkur questioned as he stared to walk backwards to the wall; for there was no one approaching him from there. "How old are you, boy?" One man asked. "S-seventeen…" Eiríkur said, with his anxiety growing. The men laughed lightly. "Aren't you a little young to be in here?" The first man asked. "Tell me, kid, have you ever killed someone?" Another man asked. "Yes." Eiríkur answered strongly as his back met the concrete wall. Now all he could think was that it would be any time now, they would come and molest him. "How'd you do it?" One man asked. "I stabbed him… seventeen times." Eiríkur said, as his mind flash back the horrid memories; he remembered each and every time he stabbed his brother. Now they were so close and no more words were shared. The men made gestures that Eiríkur didn't understand. And as much as this scared Eiríkur, he decided to let it happen. There wasn't much a scrawny, pathetic young man could do in this state.

"Ehríkure." A familiar voice called out behind the crowd. The men looked to the Asian boy. The air seemed to be stultified as Eiríkur's heart stared so return to its normal tune. Kaoru stood sternly with his strong stoic expression showing. The men continued to stare at the young man; unknowing of what to do. "Well?" Kaoru questioned; waiting for something to happen. The men slowly walked off, occasionally looking back. Kaoru watched them walk away, and when they were a reasonable distance away he approached Eiríkur. "Are you okay?" He asked him, as he offered him his hand. Eiríkur cautiously took it and stood up straight. Then Eiríkur's eyes gazed to the earth and he whispered; "Yeah," There was a pause, and then Kaoru nodded. "You should stay with me." He said. Eiríkur nodded and then looked up to Kaoru. "They just walked off...?" Eiríkur questioned with curiosity. "When I first came here they tried to do the same thing. Since I'm skilled in martial arts I politely beat the crap out of them." Kaoru said with a smirk.
Eiríkur smiled and gave a short nod as Kaoru led Eiríkur to a secluded corner to wait out the time; which, Eiríkur noted, was longer then he was used to.