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Caius pov

My hands gripped tightly around the rusty bars trying to tear the two bars from each other, unfortunately my human strength wouldn't allow it.

"How dare you puny humans isolate me in this ridiculous cell, I am a powerful leader-" I called out to the two guard who stood outside of my cell, ignoring my entire existence.

"Ugh," I groaned, resting my head against the cold bars… how did it end up like this?

"Quiet…Blondie." A voice growled and I span around, feeling my anger raise.

"Dammit Carlos, I already told you, if you call me Blondie, then I will have no other choice but to smash your head into the wall." I threatened. Carlo was my cellmate, unfortunately. He was a giant man, twice my size actually but for some reason he was quite a softy, despite his appearance. Hit bottom lip started to tremble and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Carlo is sorry," he cried out, wrapping his arms around me and picking me up, squeezing my poor body as if it was made out of nothing.

"Y-y-our s-mothe-ring meeee!" I cried out, trying to free myself from this monster's grip. He dropped me and I sighed in relief and moaned in pain as my body still ached.

"Out of all the people in the world, how did I end up being your cell mate?" I asked bitterly… Carlo bursted into tears, crying loudly like a child. Moron….

"Hey! You with the weird moustache… can I switch cell mates?" I asked pointing to a police officer who ran his finger above his lip.

"Can I at least use my one phone call now?" I asked when I realised he was going to ignore me.

"I have my rights, you know!" I yelled.

The officers exchanged looks then nodded in defeat. They unlocked the cell door and led me to the phone booth… ugh, these chains are so annoying, not to mention this horrible orange jumpsuits.

I punched in the numbers of my brother who I knew would be able to help me escape from this horrifying place. Good thing we bought Marcus a phone for his 2891th birthday.

The phone rang and I prayed that he would answer.

"Hello?" the familiar voice asked.

"Marcus, thank goodness you answered. I'm in prison-"

"What? I can't hear you over this sound of cheering fans," he said and I heard a roar of people cheering on the background… what?

"Marcus? It's me, Caius."

"Sorry, but I think we are breaking up."

"Noooooooo!" I yelled dramatically as I head the phone disconnect with a beep. I turned around and stared back at the officers.

"You just get one call, buddy." He said and led me back to my cell… this was not fair! I need a second call!

"Can Carlo braid your hair?" The moron asked now that I was going to be stuck with him for a long time. I sighed.

"No, Carlo, you may not." I said annoyed.

"Can Carlo sleep in the same bed as you?"

"Look here Carlo. We need to lay down some rules! Rule number one, No touching Caius. Rule number two, No talking to Caius and Rule number three, don't even look at Caius… Do you understand the rules, or do I need to repeat them?" I asked and yet again Carlo bursted into tears. I have no time to waste on this idiot, I have to think of a plan to escape.