"H-hey, Ivan?"
Roderich's nervous stuttering woke the Russian man from his sleep. "Not another one." He said weakly.
"At least they had the decency to wait a day. They must be a gentleman thief of some sort."
"Who was it this time?" Ivan stood up, clasping and unclasping his fingers. "Matthew."
Ivan looked around the corner to Matthew's cell. He couldn't see much, but what he could see was falling off the bone and drenched in red. It also stank, a metallic scent that penetrated Ivan's senses in the worst way.
"Mattie..." Roderich looked close to tears. "Why him? This isn't fair..."
"God damn it, can't you idiots go one day without killing somebody?" The security guard dispatched to cover today's most recent murder was irritable and bitter, probably because they hadn't caught the killer yet after putting two of the accused in Solitary.
"Apparently not." Roderich hissed, a tear leaking out of his eye socket. "They had to kill the most innocent of us all before they could be satisfied."
"What about Tino?" Ivan sighed. "Anyway, I suppose you have to be searching our cells now, da?"
"You bet I do." Ivan watched the guard walk into Roderich's cell and tear it apart, tearing the sheets off the beds, the pictures off the walls, before admitting there was nothing to hide.
"My turn, da?" The guard unlocked the cell door and made Ivan stand to the side while he removed Natalya's picture from the wall. His nails penetrated the soft canvas and created a large rip in the middle of the sunflower. Ivan stared as the guard tossed the canvas to the side, it falling to the cement floor and skittering under the bed.
"My sister made that for me."
"Boo-hoo. Have her make another one. It's just a painting." The guard turned his attention to the bed, ripping the pillowcases off the pillows and the cover off the duvet.
"Aha, what have we here?"
A large red stain was clearly visible on the underside of the sheet. The guard turned it upside down and shook it vigorously.
"Either you're secretly female or something is definitely wrong here."
A large butcher knife fell out of the large white cover and clattered to the floor. The blade was dripping with red plasma, the handle black rubber.
"This was stolen from the kitchen..." The guard whispered to himself, gingerly picking it up. "Well, another one for solitary, I guess."
"I-Ivan!" Tino had woken up amidst all the searching, and he was staring at Ivan with a betrayed look on his face. "Y-you lied to me."
"No, I didn't, Finny-" But Ivan was cut off by the guard forcing both hands behind his back, an action easier said than done. Tino was crying now, tears leaking out of his unusually colored eyes and landing in small puddles on the cement floor. "You l-lied. Why w-would you l-lie to me?"
"I didn't..." Tino had already turned his back to Ivan, tears running down his cheeks in rivulets. "Come on, no use lying to me, we have the evidence. Come on, big guy."
"I believe you, Ivan." Roderich said softly, but he wasn't heard.
...
"Toni, please, be quiet." Arthur said, trying to calm the crying spaniard down. "It's going to be okay."
"No, it won't!" Toni sobbed again, tears making small wet spots on his formerly stainless white jacket. He couldn't dry his eyes, for his hands were plastered to his sides. "L-Lovi's gone, and he isn't coming back!"
"He'll be back, he'll be back..." Arthur soothed, but it wasn't to any avail.
"He isn't coming back..."
The door creaked open, the hinges rusty and making small squeaky sounds. "We've got another one!" The guard said, forcing Ivan into the dimly lit room.
"Please, this is hurting my back. I can walk into the room myself."
The guard studied Ivan for a minute. "Do we even make straitjackets big enough for you?
...
Oliver sobbed into his sleeves, curled up into a ball on his bed.
"The look on his face...I can't get it out of my head...please, make them go away."
He looked up with determination. "I can't take this anymore."
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