A man stumbled down some stairs, guided by two police officers. He was suspected of stealing, and was being held in jail until proven guilty or if someone came to pay the corrupted police to bail him out.
Luckily, the thief had many friends who would happily bail him out of there as soon as they heard. It could take a while though. They would not really know anything until the morning came.
The so called "jail" was actually just an old, dark and cold dungeon, where they liked to dump every criminal they could find, and hold them there until someone came to bail them out, or until they died of age or malnutrition.
The police officers pushed him through the open door, and smacked it shut. The thief could not see much in the dark room, but he could hear the lock to the door click shut.
He looked around, his eyes starting to get used to the vast darkness of the dungeon. He could see a few people leaning against the dark walls. Some of them looking indifferent about this newcomer who just set foot in, others watching him closely, as if analyzing him for anything they could use for their own benefit. The Thief was about to sit down against a vacant spot on the wall, but his eyes suddenly went to one of the corners where a single man sat.
The man was filthy and seemed unnaturally thin. His hair looked shaggy and uneven, and he had both his hands heavily wrapped up in some cloth. He assumed the man had tried to cut his own hair once, but failed desperately with his hands wrapped up and all, and then just given up and let it grow out the way it was now.
The thief was curious. The man looked old, and not exactly dangerous, with his hands wrapped up and his almost bony body. The thief did not know what exactly drove him to do it, but instead of finding an empty spot, he found himself sitting down right next to the man. It was as if his feet started walking on their own.
"Hey" the thief said. The prisoner turned his head towards him and looked at him through hazel green eyes, but then turned away.
"What do you want?" he asked, in a voice that seemed much younger than the body it came from, and the thief realized that the man was not as old as he first thought, but more like a man in his thirties.
"I don't know" the thief admitted. "I just-… felt like sitting down here I guess."
They did not say anything for a long time, but after a while, the man spoke up.
"What did a man like you do to be thrown down here?" The prisoner asked.
"I stole. I stole some jewelry from my ex that I had bought for her when we were together."
"Ah… So, how is the world outside? It has been a while since I last saw the outer walls of this place..." The man let out a heavy sigh. "But I guess that is the punishment bad people such as myself must take to atone to all the bad things they have done." The prisoner stared at one of his wrapped up hands.
"What are you in here for?" the thief asked warily. "What did you do?"
The prisoner sighed and closed his eyes. The prison was completely silent for a few seconds, but just when the man thought there would be no answer, the prisoner lifted his head and whispered. "I fell too deeply in love, and did many things I really shouldn't have done." He let out a shaky laughter.
"I would tell you the whole story, but it is quite long."
"I have time." The thief said. The prisoner laughed a bit.
"Well then, I might as well start at the beginning of my story. This is the story about a very stupid man, with an unfortunate gift.
His name, was Lovino Vargas."
AN: this is the first story I've written in a long time, so i am kinda out of practice.
Also English is not my first language, so if you see any sentences or words that are wrong or could be improved, feel free to tell me.
Reviews fuel my motivation c;