Silent laughter escaped from Edward's hungry lips as the first sounds of rebellious thoughts began seeping into his mind. His acute hearing picked up the clinking of metal as homemade weaponry was unsheathed. An inmate stepped out of line and one by one others followed. Once the guards were too busy shouting at disobedient prisoners, Edward returned to his cell, biding his time, waiting for the moment to strike.
Inmates began throwing themselves at the guards, weapons blazing, blood spilling. He felt his eyes glaze over, black and hungry, play time had begun. Launching himself out of his cell, Edward sped around the cell block, running along walls faster than any man could see. He tasted the air with his tongue, already the scent of blood was high in the air. Once he could not wait any longer, he brought his full strength, although it was not needed, on a prisoner he knew to be the guilty murderer of six children and their mother. The man's body snapped and lay on the floor like a broken toy, his blood gushing everywhere. Then Edward moved onto the others, breaking necks and tearing out throats, he left no one untouched.
That evening news of a major disaster at an American penitentiary was broadcasted to everyone's radios. A gas leak had caused an explosion when a guard lit up his cigarette. No one survived the blaze. Carlisle rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully as he turned off the radio. He didn't have to say anything, Edward had already heard what he was thinking. Esme looked upset where she was sitting but she didn't say anything either. She tried to block out her disappointed thoughts. She loved Edward too much to let him know that he was hurting her.