Welcome to Oblivion.
Location: Oblivion Prison
Cell No.: 13
Wing: A
Block: 2
Occupants: Saïx Wulf, Axel Chakram, Xemnas Baldric.
Scratch, scratch, scratch. YELP.
"Shitting, fucking animal... the fuck are you doing this time?" Wulf growled. His fierce, cruel eyes slashed over 'Stray' who was clawing up his arm, trapped in a destructive desire for heat, not pain. He groaned in expression of a basic deprivation that he could not articulate. Saïx Wulf watched as Stray thrashed around in his bed, whimpering as he dug his nails deeper into his flesh. Wulf bared his teeth in lazy amusement. Stray gave no response, too wrapped up in himself and the intense need that clouded all other desire.
"Go on, Stray," Wulf urged, eyeing Stray's arm with a primitive lust. "Dig deeper, bleed for me," Wulf demanded, a desire to match the red head's now burning in his gut. Stray's abandonment of cutting his nails was now assisting his self-destruction. Spots of blood now began to appear where Stray's nails caught the skin. A typical ritual, but never did they push far past this point of tension. Wulf's muscles stiffened in anticipation. Maybe today would be the day.
The blond was dragged in with unnecessary force; after all, he was offering no real resistance. There was a childish kind of light in his eyes, but it was over-shadowed by the look of pure disdain that had been painted on his features by the harsh words that the media had spat at him on the way in.
Roxas Kagi was roughly shoved into the cell, drawing the eyes of Wulf and Stray in his direction. Even though both were lain down, it was apparent that both men were significantly taller than him. Roxas eyed Wulf with a justified apprehension. He instinctively moved closer to Stray.
"Name." Wulf ordered. Roxas said nothing, watching the man's muscles relax, though only a fraction. He looked cautiously between the two, under the distinct impression that he had interrupted something that was not to be observed by the eyes of innocence.
"Gimme a fucking name, Kid." Seconds ticked by, but still the blond said nothing. Wulf got up, standing over Roxas. He opened his mouth as the sharp, jagged outlines of a threat formed on his cracked lips. When he fell short of finding something that would inflict enough pain, he raised a hand to strike the boy who did not flinch nor speak, infuriated by his disobedience. Axel, with his eyes fixed on the new boy who was evidently weaker than himself, rose to his feet and restrained Wulf with something close to a civilised compassion.
"That's not fair, Saïx," He stated with an eerie composure. The calm tone in his voice set Wulf on edge when he realised who he was now dealing with. The man with the brown eyes glared at him, and Axel stared back, carefully noting the strange yellow tint that made him look so feral.
"Get the fuck off me," He snapped, degradingly aware of Roxas who watched but said nothing.
"You're not going to hit him, are you?" Wulf did not answer, wondering if Xemnas would intervene if he were to attack Axel. Casting a wary glance over at the silver-haired man's sleeping form; he decided against it and simply snatched his wrist away from Axel who grinned in triumph.
"Good boy, Saïx," He sneered condescendingly, earning him a snarl. The man who had been scolded slunk back over his bed, losing interest in the blond.
"It's Wulf to you. Prick." Axel ignored the comment and turned to the Roxas who was watching him with mild interest.
"Hey. Welcome to Oblivion Prison. Can I get a name? Don't mess me around, Kid, I don't have time for your vow of silence." Axel said impatiently, placing his hands on his hips.
"I'm not messing you around, and even if I was, I don't know what else you'd have to do with your time... My name's Roxas." Axel was surprised by the strength of his voice and the unwavering confidence that it carried. A little taken aback, he rubbed the back of his neck, wearing an apologetic look for the unspoken judgements he had made, and incorrectly so, it seemed.
"Nice to meet you, Roxas. The name's Axel. A-X-E-L, got it memorised?" He asked, tapping the side of his head. Saïx snorted from his bed, now seeming rather docile.
"Someone has to," He commented snidely. Axel looked mildly irritated, but said nothing. Roxas' brow furrowed in confusion, and try as he might to summarise the relationship between the two, or even guess what Saïx meant by that comment, he was drawing a blank.
He guessed that the prison was over-crowded. He was the fourth person in the white-walled cell that was so small that conflict seemed inevitable. Saïx in particular seemed very protective of his territory, watching Roxas like a hawk as he slipped past him, sitting on his bed, if it could be called that. It was no more a bed than this prison was a home.
"So," Axel began conversationally, eager to relax Roxas. "What you in for?" Roxas pulled his knees to his chest, mulling this question over for a while. Before he had wound up in here, he had been told by others not to share the details of his crime. In this situation, however, what else was there to bond them?
"Killed someone," He said simply. He didn't miss the surprise that passed over both their faces.
"I thought you'd be in for... like... stealing shit or some stupid fucking robbery that you'd cocked up," Wulf said, grinning now. "So how did you kill them? Drowning? Slit their throat? Cut them into pieces? Bury them alive?" Excitement laced his tone.
"Shut the fuck up," Axel muttered. He didn't believe Roxas, knowing that calling yourself a killer was a quick way to earn a decent amount of respect in Oblivion. At least that way they didn't end up getting fucked in the showers. He didn't question it, his eyes flickering over to Wulf who seemed fully absorbed by the murderous daydreams.
"How old are you?" Wulf asked, cocking his head to one side.
"Fifteen."
"What?" Axel looked shocked. "You shouldn't even be in here, isn't that illegal?"
"Yeah, but money just sweeps that all under the carpet. My dad wanted me put in here to scare me into following the rules. He says it's better I learn the hard way now than mess up my whole future in a few years time." Roxas explained with no trace of bitterness in his voice. He could understand his father's point of view, even if he didn't agree with it. He caught Wulf dragging his eyes down his body and pulled his knees to his chest, looking over at Axel instead. Axel's eyes were cast downwards now, his eyes flickering between the floor and Wulf.
The doors clicked open when it was time for lunch and Saïx glanced over at Stray who had returned to his favourite hobby of trying to make himself bleed for the heat, spurred on by the friction and underlying desire to forget.
"Stray. Lunchtime," Saïx told him, standing up and heading out of the doors, knowing they would only be open for ten minutes. Stray looked nervously at the door, as if it had personally offended him, and then walked over to Roxas, who had gone to sleep with nothing else to do.
"R-R-Roxas," He stammered. Blue eyes opened and Stray wrung his hands, "Lunch? Roxas c-come for lunch with S-Stray?"
"Huh? I thought your name was Axel..."
"I'm Stray. Who's Axel?" He asked with confused look. Roxas raised his eyebrows, staring at the man who trembled and twitched and whose panicked eyes wouldn't meet his own. There was a moment of confusion, and then the beginnings of an uneasy comprehension. Stray didn't wait for an answer, and instead grabbed his hand and began dragging him out of the room, digging in his nails in order to keep control of the fair-haired boy. Roxas raised his eyes to the plain ceiling and artificial lights that offered no help.
Life in Oblivion would be far from simple.
