1 Part 1: He's a Monster
Before even really knowing the man, Isaac could tell that he truly was a murderer. No newbie walked down that concrete hallway quite so confidently, as if assured that nothing despicable would happen to him. No newbie, besides the really messed up ones, had eyes like that.
They were red, yes, but that wasn't what had startled him. It was the way they gleamed like a serpent's, the way they were so crystal-clear and murky at the same time, as if he were coiled and waiting patiently to strike, but it wasn't clear when. Isaac felt that if he stared into those inhuman eyes long enough, his soul would be dragged down into their endless abyss. So he looked down, just to stare at the top of his blue jumpsuit. It was all he could do to keep his eyes on the monster. "You're messing with me. I get it." At least, that was what he hoped.
Nothing but an amused gleam in his eyes was the reply, as if he had a great secret that Isaac didn't know. Shaking off the creepy feeling, Isaac continued. "I wouldn't recommend playing that card with any of the other inmates. They take this kind of thing pretty seriously. Especially since you're new. If you have to, just lie."
"And what about you?" he asked.
Isaac smirked wryly and risked a glance upwards. "Me? I don't have a clue why I'm here. I'm completely innocent, just like everyone else."
In the very least, he got an amused snort out of the guy. Suddenly, a loud alarm rang throughout the rooms, and the metal door swung open. Both inmates exited the room and stood side by side just outside of it, Alucard obviously having decided to follow his example. At first it seemed he wasn't entirely certain what the bell meant, but he caught on quickly. So this was the first time that he had been to a prison, Isaac concluded. What a strange fact, for someone who looked so in his element.
Role was taken, and the prisoners were marched down the stairs and out into The Yard, which in reality was nothing more than a playground without any equipment and a hell of a lot more reinforcement. They would get three hours out there to smoke and play cards and do whatever the hell they wanted. Lunch would be served afterwards, and then everyone would be taken down to the laundry room to wash uniforms. After that, they'd either be put to work in the kitchen, or in cleanup duty. He knew the schedule like the back of his hand. After all, he had been there for years.
As soon as they stepped through the great doors led by officers, Isaac could have sworn that he saw the first frown he had ever seen on Alucard as they entered The Yard. What had suddenly crawled up his butt, he had no idea. But as soon as they got outside, nearly every prisoner began to head straight towards him. Perhaps it was because he sensed the hostility in the air. That would make the most sense.
Isaac never considered himself a brave man. Hell, that was what had landed him in prison in the first place. So as soon as he sensed trouble brewing, he immediately got as far away from the source as soon as he could. Nobody seemed to notice him as he blended easily into the crowd, though Alucard watched him leave without any expression. That unnerved him the most, he decided, the fact that the man did not give any hint of as to what he thought of the fact he had been abandoned. I just met him, anyways. I'm not his mommy. I'm not defending him.
As soon as he thought that, Alucard's lips twitched ever so slightly, amusement glimmering in those strange, red eyes of his. He's amused by the fact he's about to get his ass kicked? Isaac shook his head and left to go and find a few other men he knew to watch the show with.
The first one to confront him was a large man with greasy, salt-and-pepper hair with tattoos decorating his forearms. "Oi, newbie. Who do you think you are, stepping on my heel?"
No reaction whatsoever. He merely stood and stared the man down with the most disinterested expression Isaac had ever witnessed, as if Alucard were just inspecting a bug and not looking at the adult equivalent of a playground bully. "Who is this guy?" Ginger asked him, craning his neck to see past the gathering crowd.
"A strange sonofabitch, if I've ever seen one," Isaac answered. "I have to share a cell with the guy. When I asked him what he was in for, he told me he murdered a whole bunch of people. Said he couldn't even remember their names."
"Shit," Dog muttered, scratching his cheek. "He even looks like a fuckin' monster. I pity you, Roach."
Isaac (Roach was his institution name) was just about to answer when Alucard let out a deep, rumbling laugh that sent shivers down his spine. It didn't sound like any sort of sound a human being could have possible made: it sounded like the sharp crack of thunder. And it was evil. Oh shit, was it evil. Even Tombstone looked taken aback by the sound, though he covered it with a vicious sneer. "Who you laughing at, jackass?"
"You of course; you miserable, pathetic fool. Your attempt at intimidation has been by far the most laughable thing about entering this prison."
"The fuck you just say?!" Tombstone screeched, shoving his index finger into Alucard's chest and getting up in his face.
The man just narrowed one eye as a drop of spit flew onto his cheek, not even moving a centimeter backwards. When Alucard slowly raised his hand, he noticed strange black symbols on the back of his hands, symbols that looked like pentagrams. It would not have been very different, since many of the men had tattoos (most of which were indeed satanic to some degree), but he thought it strange that such a man would have gotten a tattoo.
Alucard wiped the spit away with three fingers, then took his time looking down at the finger frozen on his chest. "You." His voice was low, dangerous with how level and calm it was. "Take those filthy digits away from me, or I am going to bite them off." That, Isaac knew, was not a warning. That was a fact. The red eyes lost their murkiness.
But Tombstone did not take a hint, and hooted loudly. Somehow, that wasn't half as scary as Alucard's laugh. "Oh look! Newbie thinks he's tough shit!" With a single nudge of his head, two other men got up behind Alucard and grabbed him around the shoulders and arms, forcing his chest to be exposed. "What do you think you're going to do, little boy? You think you can take me? You're just a bean-pole. I see assholes like you all the time, coming in here, thinking they own the place, thinking they can talk shit and not get hit!" Isaac almost looked away when Alucard was kicked harshly in the stomach. But the man did not even flinch. Some of the guards began to slowly walk forward, as if noticing the change in the air. "Guess what?! You're in my house now, bitch!"
The same hand was still in front of Alucard's face as it was repeatedly smashed into his chest. Time seemed to slow down as he watched the man's eyes fill with sadistic glee, a dangerous grin stretching grey lips over his pale face, displaying the same monstrous canines he had seen before.
There was a sickening crunch as all five fingers were taken into that mouth and snapped off in one brutal bite.
Tombstone's jaw dropped, but no sound escaped him. Not at first. The men instantly let go of Alucard's arms as they stared in horror as he took one second to look right into Tombstone's eyes before spitting out half of his own hand right in front of him. Tombstone gaped like a fish down at his own severed limbs.
And then let out an ear-piercing scream.
Isaac gasped and covered both hands over his mouth. Everything that followed afterwards was a blur. He knew that the guards hauled Alucard away, and that it looked as if he was only allowing himself to be dragged of his consent, and that Tombstone was taken to the hospital ward. He knew that when Tombstone returned, they would not be able to reattach the mangled half-hand, and that he would most likely still have a healing nub left of his right hand when he got out.
Nobody fucked with Alucard after that.
Made a few minor edits to this chapter as of 9/10/16.