Ah, a new story! And it's gonna be good! Just you all see. Now before you read, please be aware that this story is unrelated to the others. Completely unrelated. Now, I hope you all enjoy this as it took a lot of finger work to produce. Well, not this chapter but the one right after.
Read on!
At a table in a corner of a room sat two figures. The table was not in just any room; it was the visiting room of a federal prison. This was made distinct by the grey cement block walls, and the guards, holding guns ready to fire at anyone who tried to escape. On one side of the table sat a very angry Phillium Benedict dressed in the standard orange jumper prisons made the inmates wear. He held in his hands a crumpled up picture of the reason why he was in prison. On the other side of the table a man sat, about the age of 30, looking as if he should be the one in prison. Multiple stab wounds, cuts, and tattoos made him more than threatening. He was called here to do a job, and whatever job it was going to be, he planned to do it well.
Phillum unfolded the picture in his hands, laid it onto the table and pushed over to the other man.
"That's him," Said Phillium in a whisper. "I want you to take care of him." The man looked at the picture carefully, patting off the dirty on them.
"These are children," He said in a harsh voice. "Is this some sort of joke? I'll have you know I do not like jokes."
"It's no joke," Said Phillies. "These are not normal children. And I'm not asking you to handle them all." He paused and placed a finger on the picture. "Just him."
"What if the others get in the way? You want me to handle them too?"
"No, rough them up a little if they give you trouble. But definitely handle him. He put me in his hell hole."
"If you weren't paying me so much I wouldn't do this," Said the man as he placed the picture in his pocket. "But that's why you are. Don't worry I'll take care of this." With a hand shake the man stood up and walked out of the room towards the exit.
"Visiting hours are over!" Yelled a guard. The room separated into those who were visiting and those being visited. The prisoners were lead back into their cells, one more satisfied than the rest.