THE WORST THING ABOUT PRISON
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I'm not sure where this came from, but the plot bunny struck. Takes places during "Hard Time" right before Brennan's injected. I know he was led into solitary by at least three guards, but for this, he was left alone for a bit. Deals with a mature subject matter, so discretion is advised. Belongs to Marvel Productions and Fox.
Brennan was sitting solitary when he heard the door open. He tensed as a guard walked in, closed the door, and then locked it.
"Stand up," the man ordered. Brennan did so and removed his jacket and top shirt so that only his white tank top remained.
"Done this before, have you?" the guard questioned.
"I know the deal," Brennan shot back.
"Then you know what come next," the guard stated.
"Yes, Sir," Brennan answered. The guard watched as Brennan started to unzip his jeans. Then, he stopped.
"What?" the guard questioned.
"You gotta promise me--you won't touch my cellmate," he said.
"A prisoner worried about his cellmate. Well, that's a first," the guard scoffed.
"It's his first time. He doesn't get it," was the answer. And it was the truth. Jesse didn't understand the sacrifices one sometimes had to make to survive. He didn't really know the score.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. You got my word," the guard promised and the elemental resumed his actions. Brennan knew the guy was probably lying, but he had to take the chance. As soon as the pants were undone, the guard shoved Brennan against the wall and pressed against him. The elemental shut his eyes. Go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away! he coached himself. He just--he just had to fly back to that place--the place he hadn't been to in a long time. The place where he didn't care what happened to him. The place that insisted that he merely did what he had to in order to survive. Almost instinctively, he placed his hands on the guard's waist and let out a moan as a familiar, yet foreign searing pain racked his body. The man chuckled as he ran his fingers through his victim's hair.
"Gotta say boy, you're better than a lot of the others," he leered. There was no answer. He wasn't looking for one. Another jolt of pain coursed through Brennan's body, and then the guard finally pulled away. He chuckled as he ran a finger over Brennan's cheek bone.
"Maybe if you survive this fight, I'll come visit you again sometime," he murmured lustfully. He smacked him lightly on the thigh, and zipped his pants back up.
"Make yourself presentable. You're a mess," he sneered. Then, he walked off. Brennan re-zipped his pants, and sank into the chair. Without a word, he hunched over and rubbed his neck with his hands. As the tears began to brim, Brennan prayed that Jesse would never learn about having to sell your soul in order to survive, because then he would know as Brennan did, that was the worst thing about prison.