WHAT LAST FOREVER
CHAPTER 24
BETA: D.A. Woods
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The doctors neared him and he felt a bit panicked, as he should, due to the circumstance but he forced himself to calm down. He had to keep a cool head if he wanted to get out of this with all his body parts intact.
"What the fuck do you want" he spat out and hoped it did not sound as pathetic to them as it did to him.
The doctors took his arms and made him lay down on the bed.
"We have been told you were shot. We need to treat that wound," one of the doctors explained but Jamez was still suspicious.
"What's up with all those fucked up pictures" he asked. The doctors shared an amused look over his head while one of them began to clean his wound.
"That is the work of some prisoners in here. Some of them are particularly found of removing body parts from those they don't like. In some cases we are not able to reattach them," While those doctors actually explained things they were still not overly friendly, but they were better than the guards.
"Give him a sedative," one of the doctors said, "for the pain, and we need to make him sleep, what kind of method should we use?" The doctors began to talk "doctors languages" in form of medical terms and Latin, which Jamez didn't understand. What he did react on however was the words "put to sleep".
"Woah" he yelled all the doctors turned to hi, "I will not, I repeat, I will not be put to sleep of any kind what so ever! Just give me something for the pain and I'll be fine!"
"Oh, so you are one of the tough one's eh?" the doctor said and Jamez glared. He wasn't trying to play tough; he simply didn't trust those doctors and he wouldn't risk being one of their experiments just because he let them put him to sleep.
"He should be, he was the one that 'did' Jake after all, and we have had enough dead bodies in here that's been Jakes handiwork," the other doctor said.
"True," the doctor shrugged "All right, we will give you something for the pain. I hope you're as tough as you think you are, kid" he continued. Jamez snorted as they prepared for his operation. Now when he thought about it; it actually hurt a lot but he had been too preoccupied to feel it earlier. When the doctors began into his flesh in search for the bullet a couple of minutes later, he stared at the wall stubbornly. He did not what to know what it looked like. The doctors found their treasure and took it out and sew him up.
"There," the doctor said.
"Thanks," he muttered. The doctors looked at him searchingly.
"You're not like the other beasts in here," one of them remarked. Jamez shook his head.
"No I am not, but in some cases I am more unpredictable than them," he said and thought about his magic. The doctors however thought he meant something else.
"Yes you are, and I heard you are getting along with Malfoy, that in itself is a mystery. But then again he is unlike the others too."
Jamez shrugged. Malfoy isn't like anyone, he thought. The doctors put two guards to escort him back to X899. Malfoy met up with him when he entered.
"Where have you been" he asked in a cool voice as the guards left him on his own.
"Surgery," he replied lightly with a shrug.
"Let me see," Marcus said and removed his shirt to see. It wasn't much, only a well-covered wound. Malfoy frowned.
"Doesn't seem to hurt that bad," he said cynically and Jamez scowled. He suspected that if Malfoy had been shot he would hear it every wake minute for years forward. Not only him, the whole world would have to hear it. In some ways Marcus was alike Draco Malfoy. Both were whiny, spoiled brats. At the same time Marcus was more dangerous, more deadly than any other Malfoy
"Come on you stupid shit. Let's go back to bed," Marcus said and Jamez wondered over the sudden attitude. It was still in the middle of the night and only Marcus had been let out of his, their, pod. He followed Marcus silently. When he thought about it he actually were tired. When they were both inside the pod the door locked. Jamez was not particularly found of being locked inside a room but he supposed he was kind of used to it since his 'cupboard days.'
He got ready for the night by washing his face with cold water. He knew he could take a shower in the morning and he didn't stink so he didn't need to do anything more than a face wash. He stiffened when he felt Marcus press up against his back and sneak his arms around him. The blond lay his had down his shoulder but made sure not so touch his wound.
"What are you doing," he asked stiffly. He never seemed to get used to Malfoy's touches since they always came when he least expected it.
"Nothing, I am just happy you are alive that's all," he said. Jamez nodded a little.
"Well I suppose I am better than some of the others in here," he said. Marcus turned him around and looked at him with his head tilted on the side.
"Oh but that's not it," he said and brushed a strand of his hair away, "It is just that I really want a piece of your ass," he said. Jamez glared and broke free. Marcus always had to destroy some of their friendly moments by saying something sex implied.
"Oh come on Jamez," Marcus said and followed him, "Give me a hug" he asked and looked at him in such an adorable way that Jamez couldn't stay angry anymore and even less ignore the request. He gave Marcus a hug and before he could react Marcus had given him a peak on the lips too.
"Marcus," he sighed tiredly. "What am I supposed to do with you" he asked as he drew away.
"Fuck me" Marcus replied quickly and Jamez shook his head.
"There is just no use trying with you," he muttered as he climbed up to his bed. He couldn't hear Marcus's reply and he was pretty sure he didn't want to either. If he knew Marcus right he would have said something down the line of 'You don't need to try with me, I'm willing.'
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The next morning several things happened. For one Marcus and Jamez heard that a new prisoner had arrived and Marcus wasn't very happy to hear who it was.
"I can't fucking believe it" Marcus raged. His father had arrived to Unit B and the rumors said that he had been sentenced 28 years for working together with Marcus.
"You never said what you were framed for Marcus," Jamez said calmly. Marcus turned at him with his eyes ablaze as they always were when they talked about his 'deed'.
"Murder, Jade" he spat. "Fucking murder! And how the fuck did they frame my father" he yelled. They were inside their pod and it was sound proof so they could talk undisturbed. Marcus shook his head to clear it.
"I need to get him in here Jade, I must have him transfer to X899," he said. Jamez did not bother to complain at the name Marcus insisted to call him since he was so worked up. He had never seen Marcus react so strongly to something but then again he hadn't known him for long either. Marcus went over to the door and wrenched it open. Jamez jumped up on his feet.
"Where are you going" he asked.
"I need to speak to the guards, I need to have my father here with us," he said determined. Marcus stormed away and Jamez sighed and followed. He wondered why he always went after Marcus like a lovesick puppy. Somehow it felt right.
He stopped and observed Marcus's conversation with the guard from a safe distance across the room. He had a feeling that Marcus didn't want to have him near during this 'talk'. Jamez watched how the guard began to look smug and seemed to agree to something. After that Marcus was led away by the guard. Jamez was incredible curious on what they were doing but he decided it was underneath his dignity to stand where he was and simply wait for them to come back. He had better things to do. He approached a group of people sitting at a table playing card with all the confidence he could muster. He drew out a chair and sat down uninvited.
"Hello boys," he said pleasantly. They nodded their greeting to him and looked uncomfortable.
"I am sure you have heard what I am in for. While I have done many thing in my life that particular murder wasn't my deed," he said and looked around at the many faces. They didn't look to sympathetic.
"I want to know who framed me and I will use every way possible," he said in a way he hoped sounded sincere. Apparently it did because they all sobered up even more.
"I know at least one of you have heard something," he said "And you better speak now or when I find out about the fact that you had the chance and didn't speak in the future, I can't promise I won't get angry."
"Err, I heard that some high positioned guy from a Ministry ordered the murder," one of them said in a low voice.
"Tell me about it," he said interested.
"I heard something else," another guy with beard said. Jamez urged him to go on with his hand.
"An enemy to you ordered the murder to get you out of the way. I heard something about it being 'political'."
Jamez frowned. Political? They must mean the war between the dark and light wizards. And enemy? As far as he was concerned every dark wizard was his enemy but then again it was a high ranked person. Malfoy or Voldemort himself? And did his framing have any connection to Marcus and his father's framing? They were all wizards and they were all framed for murder. Was it just a coincidence?
"Anything else" he asked, they shook their heads. "Thank you gentlemen," he said and walked away. His mind was overcome with questions so he didn't even know where to begin.
He turned around when he heard a fight break out. He watched the fight continue with boredom. Oh, someone was seriously hurt. Who cares? He continued to walk over to an empty armchair and sat down. He didn't know for how long he sat there until Marcus popped up in front of his eyes. Jamez looked him over.
"What the hell happened to you" he asked. Marcus's clothes was wrinkly and thorn in some places.
"I did what I had to do;" Marcus said and didn't actually answer the question. If Jamez wasn't wrong Marcus actually looked a bit ashamed. Jamez stood up and dragged Marcus back to their pod. He closed the door and shoved Marcus down on the bed.
"Speak," he demanded. Marcus glared at him.
"Since when did you get all bossy" he spat.
"Since now" He crossed his arms and waited.
"I had to bribe the guard. So I gave him money in exchange for my father," he said.
"But that wasn't enough, was it" Jamez asked knowingly. He had seen that look before. Only, it had been worse for him.
"Yes he did. I can see you know," Marcus said dejectedly.
"He fucked you, raped you." He said darkly.
"Yes, but I wouldn't call it rape. He wouldn't have done it if I hadn't asked him for a favour. I knew what I had to do. In some ways the hacks are fucking worse than us prisoners. They're fucking hypocrites. At least we don't pretend to be better than everyone else," Marcus spat bitterly.
"Even so he shouldn't have, it is fucking blackmail!" he replied heatedly "I will kill that bastard" he spat and Marcus looked at him in surprise.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I hate rapists," he responded.
"Oh," said Marcus. He understood.
"You too huh?" he asked.
"Yes but fuck it, it didn't hurt me more than physically. I just want to kill him for my own satisfaction," he said.
"Me too Jade, me too" Marcus said with that special fierce glint lit in his eyes. Jamez nodded.
"Well, is your father going to be transferred?" Marcus adopted his familiar smug look.
"Damn right he is!"
"At least it wasn't all for nothing then. Come on, let's get cleaned," he said and together they went to shower. In there Jamez experienced that Marcus hadn't lied about him not being anything more than physically hurt because he tried to seduce Jamez at once.
Probably the whole prison could hear Jamez scream about 'Get your fucking hands off my fucking dick you asshole'.
What they couldn't hear was Marcus's response. 'You can put your dick in my asshole anytime you want, Jade.'