100 REVIEWS! WE HAVE REACHED 100 REVIEWS! Grazie, grazie, all of you, I couldn't have made it this far without you!
Also, if you have the time, check out A Broken Imagi-NATION's story "Visiting Day." It's set in my Prison!AU, and it peeks into the personal life of Flavio. She's such a good writer, it was a lovely Christmas present~
The next morning, the guards awoke to a loud, high pitched scream.
They rushed at top speed to the Psych Ward, the source of the sound. The door was unlocked, to their surprise, and a little red stain dotted the floor below them.
"Mio fratello! Mio fratello! Help, somebody!"
The guards burst through the door to see a wailing Flavio, tears making tracks down his cheeks, kneeling on the floor.
"Guards! Oh, thank god! Mio fratello, something happened to him!" Flavio pointed one trembling finger towards the bedrooms, more tears making their way down his creamy cheeks. The guards cautiously tiptoed into the darkened room, flashlights fumbling and switching on. The beams played over the neatly folded bedsheets, before catching sight of a mangled figure lying limp on one of the bedframes. They crept closer. The figure made no move to stop them. The light illuminated red stains marring the pale white duvet, causing one of the men to retch.
"What happened to him?"
The answer, as they soon found out, was not pretty.
Luciano's corpse had been ravaged and torn apart beyond repair. The corners of his mouth had been brutally stitched into a smile, a painful grimace, with baby blue thread. One of his eyes was missing, replaced by a bright pink button. The body itself was pockmarked with gashes, small ones, large ones dripping plasma. The stomach had been slashed, causing the internal organs encased within it to spill out over the bed. The wrists were mangled as well, small cuts creating one huge wound that was still dripping. But worst of all was the throat. It had been repeatedly punctured by some large object, ripped red flesh oozing pus and revealing lacerated vocal flaps.
"How could anybody do this to him? He was my baby fratello! He didn't deserve to die!" Flavio wailed. "It was probably one of those Cell Block D characters! He spent too much time around them anyway, and they're all killers!" The guards immediately raced to the cell block where the alleged killers were kept. As soon as they left, Flavio wiped the tears from his eyes and straightened up.
"Sorry, Luci sweetie, but this is the fate traitors receive." He gingerly patted the corpse's hair, smirking.
Oliver peered out from behind the corner, sighing. He never should have agreed to help Flavio with this plan of his. He had really gone to town on poor Luci, he didn't even deserve it. Oliver stared at his fingertips, removing an itty-bitty speck of dried blood from his ring fingernail. He always made sure to clean up carefully after having a little fun, but he was so absentminded last night that the small dot must have slipped from his focus.
"Oh, Ollie! What a tragedy!" Flavio cried out. He really was a good actor. "I can't believe one of his friends would have done that to him. I bet it was Antonio. Such a nice boy, I can't believe he would do that to poor, poor Luciano!" Oliver just turned his head and tried to force down the maniacal smile that was starting to bloom on his face. No, no, no! Do not let me stoop to his level! I have to keep my humanity, I can't lose what little shreds of it I have left.
"Anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if one of the Cell Block D murderers did...this..." Flavio waved a hand at the mess that once was Luciano, "To my baby brother. I've been noticing my needles going missing for a while now..and my thread..."
...
"'Tonio?"
"Si?"
"There are some very angry men yelling your name outside in the hallway. I think they are looking for you."
True to Ivan's word, three armed guards burst into the room and headed straight to Antonio's cell. They pulled it open and grabbed Antonio's arms, pulling them behind his back.
"Alright, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, you've gone too far."
"Que? What did I do?" Antonio looked puzzled. "Don't play dumb."
"Eh, he's not playing." Arthur said half-heartedly, yawning and stretching his arms. "What's all this about?"
"Search his cell." The first guard directed, then turned to face Arthur. "Antonio has murdered one of the inhabitants of Cell Block F, Luciano Vargas, in cold blood."
"Toni wouldn't do that!" Arthur protested. "He really isn't that idiotic!" Antonio nodded in agreement, earning a cuff to the head. "Shut up, Kirkland."
"We found these in his cell, sir." One of the guards held up a sewing needle, the tip a rusty red, a spool of pink sewing thread, and a kitchen knife, the tip matching the shade of the needle.
"Enough evidence." The guard smiled.
"Wait! You need to check for fingerprints first!" Arthur blurted out. The guard cocked an eyebrow. "Don't tell me how to do my job, Kirkland." He turned to one of the other guards. "Make sure you do check it for fingerprints." Arthur huffed. "Wanker."
"We'll be keeping Toni in solitary confinement from now on, until we find him guilty."
"What happens if you find him guilty?" Ivan questioned. The guard cracked a small smile.
"Well then, if we find him guilty, Toni will be executed."
...
Toni didn't like it in solitary confinement.
It was cold. And dark. And lonely. And boring.
The food was even worse than the regular prison food. The bed was even more uncomfortable than the regular prison bed. The guards were meaner than the regular prison guards.
Basically, it was his regular life, made ten times worse.
He yawned again and tucked his knees up to his chin.
No. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo does not cry.
Despite his coaching and coaxing, Antonio couldn't help but let out sob as he pressed his forehead into his knees.
...
Flavio smirked as he watched Antonio being forced out of his Cell Block, arms held behind his back, cheeks flushed red.
"I didn't do it, I swear!"
"Tell it to the judge." The guards hissed, and he was pushed out of sight. Flavio turned to his pink haired associate, who was gutting his teddy bear again. The poor thing was starting to become more of a hodgepodge of stuffing and stitches than an actual shape.
"You wore a glove when you placed the knife?"
A nod.
"And the footage from the office?"
"Deleted." Oliver whispered.
"Good."
There was no reply.
"Eh, Ollie, what's wrong?"
Flavio walked over to Oliver and tilted his chin up. The man's bright blue eyes were wet with tears, but he was smiling like a psychopath.
"I liked it. It was...intoxicating. I haven't had fun like that for a while."
He buried his head in his hands and gave a small sob, his smile still visible from this position.
"Is it wrong of me?"
Flavio cupped the man's cheek in both hands. Whilst Oliver's teary eyes glinted in the fluorescent light, Flavio's shone out of calculation and sadistic happiness.
"Absolutely not."
"But I thought we were trying to get better. So we didn't have to stay here anymore." Oliver sniffled like a small child and clutched his teddy bear in a death grip. Flavio smirked.
"My dear, dear, dear Ollie. Who wants to be cured of insanity?"