Hello my dear readers! I am sorry I did not update late because I am in college now. A big step for me but doing my best to stride. Anyways, here is the chapter.

Waylon's life could not be any better! He finally reunites with the girl he loves, away from the danger and a family, well, her family to loved him like he is their own son. They use the day today to get him some new clothes and probably let him out. After all, confinements can change a man's mentality to an insane one. He felt that God was watching over him.

But he is at lost at the moment.

Something sinister still lingers in his mind. He can handle the scars that were old from the abuse and torments. He can endure the rants and raves of his aunt accusing him for a blasphemous action that he didn't commit. Or even, the things that are thrown to him by the so-called 'society' that had degraded him. Why is he thinking about this? They were the worst memories from his past.

' Why won't I forget them?'

The young man thought to himself in the middle of the night. Everyone is asleep but him. He tried to forget it but somehow, it clawed its way into his mind. He needs to get rid of it. Forget it. Anything!

" Maybe I will tell them tomorrow," he murmurs. Saying that, his heart quickly slows down before he drifts off into deep slumber.

The next day, was a free Sunday so he hopes Kayla and her family are willing to listen to what's troubling him. In fact, they've helped him forget the past of his so called 'childhood years'. But, he is still worried nonetheless for the outcome may be good or bad. He was so in deep thoughts, he did not hear his reunited girlfriend calling him.

" Waylon!" she calls him. " Are you okay? Mom just called the both of us down for breakfast."

He snaps back in reality, looking at her. She had a worried yet caring expression. He doesn't want her to worry much because she has done enough for someone like him. But he must tell her and her parents to let go of this piece of his past. " Kayla," he sighs. " I have something to tell both you and your parents."

Just like he predicted, she places a hand on his, squeezing it affectionately. " If it's important for you, then it is important to us."

Later during breakfast at the table, he told Kayla's parents about his recent nightmares. He knows that he could trust them for what have they done for him. Both Mr and Mrs Harper listen to him with concern. Finally, like an understanding father, Mr Harper suggests him that he should tell it out. Waylon is not sure, for he doesn't want to remember at all.

" We all want to forget bad memories," Mr Harper nods in understanding. " Like you, I also want to forget things that I hate in the past. But if you talk about it, somehow the weigh will lift it off of your chest. It's like it's..."

" Gone?" the young man asks.

" Exactly."

He still has doubts about it. What if the nightmare continues? What if the people from the past are after him? What if-

" Waylon," Kayla assures him. " I'll stay with you if your nightmares are still there." He looks away from her a little bit to hide a small blush that somehow crept its way onto his face. He wanted to kiss her but not right now. Slowly from his quick recovery, he turns back towards the family and ready to tell them about his life in prison.

*FLASHBACK*

Waylon can't tell how long was the journey from the school towards the prison. But he guessed that it could be hours for a burlap sack covered his head as well as the muzzle that shut his jaws tight. He, before this reminded himself that there is no such thing as 'humanity'. All scumbags breed and roam the world, as far as he could see while the good were long dead. That was his philosophy until...

Her.

" K-hmp!" he tried to call out but failed due to the muzzle. There is no use to struggle. No use to break free when there are policemen surrounding him with loaded guns and shock tasers. Suddenly, he felt something sharp piercing through his right arm! He tried to scream and fight but his body gave in for after that previous incident, he felt tired. Seeing nothing but darkness, the adolescent male closed his eyes, letting his body hit the ground.

Getting his senses back, Waylon opened his eyes blearily trying to see his surroundings. ' They drugged me,' he thought as he tried to support himself on a concrete wall. His head still hurts from his journey and he felt hungry.

Really hungry.

Just then, he heard some shuffling from where he stood. Out of the shadows, three men leered and approached him with either bold or stupidity. Waylon narrowed his eyes on them, preparing for what was about to come.

" Look here boys," one of them laughed. " We've got ourselves a freak!"

" And it's a whopper!" the second one jeered, followed by his cell mates' laughter.

The third one boldly walked towards him to touch his scale-like skin. " Damn," he murmured. " It's so warm and rough... I like it! Say, let's strip him so we can get some heat?"

" Yeah, and-"

Before he could finish, the young adolescent, towering over all three of them, knocked the guy who touched him. His emitted a low growl as a warning, still eyeing the three of them.

" DON'T. FUCKING. TOUCH ME!" he roared. No way in hell anyone is going to do something like that to him while he stands.

In a flash, guards rushed into the cell to drug and sedate him. Some even had the nerve to use a pipe to hit him! The remaining guards managed to dragged out the unfortunate prisoners who suffered from the crocodile's wrath. Sadly, one of them died from being crushed to the throat.

" GET THAT ANIMAL UNDER CONTROL!" one of the guards barked as he kicked the fallen reptile man. Once he is heavily sedated and not waking up, the guards under the warden's supervision, moved him to a bigger cell which is situated a floor deep. There, hundreds or maybe thousands of serial killers, rapists and psychopaths.

When Waylon finally woke up, he heard cruel laughter and chantings all around him, calling him 'freak' or 'a fucking croc!'. His mind is still fuzzy from the blows and shocks. Then, out of the ordinary, he heard a somehow concern yet curious voice.

" Aren't you underage to be in here, boy?"

The voice sounded masculine and he could detect a bit of posh at every sentence he spoke. Instinctively, his head turned towards the cell that was at the opposite of his. He was mildly surprised at the inmate inhabiting the cell!

The inmate was a man...or he thinks he is due to his short height. No, MIDGET height! He was so short that Waylon assumed he's a kid, if it weren't for those wrinkles and voice. He also noticed his obese figure that does not fit well with the uniform. Nor was his. His practically ripped until his torso was exposed. But what struck him was the inmate's bird-like nose that was sharper than any birds. Well, the birds he has seen.

" Do you understand me?" he asked again impatiently. " Aren't you a bit young?"

" I don't know," said Waylon slowly. " It's my first time here."

" Ah," the inmate nodded. " A fresh riff-raff eh? Pay no attention to the lunatics here. The only way out is staying out of the police's way. What happened to your skin?"

" Why would you care? It's not like it'd make any difference if I tell you. Or your bird beak!"

The inmate smirk and retorted, " If that's what you wish for, so be it. But I am just warning you if you want to survive here. No need to be rude."

" Rude?" he scoffed at the word. " Rude?! How the hell am I suppose to be nice when everyone here wants a piece of me?! You want a piece of me too, bird?"

The inmate looked at him calmly. " I am not asking for a fight. I understand how you must've felt when you came here. Scared, hungry, alone. How we could be here in years or decades. Well, you must have done something to be in Blackgate at this age."

But Waylon was not listening to him. He's a bit cautious of the inmate's action. At the same time, he also felt a bit of comfort from the way he acknowledged him. Not as a freak, more like another inmate like him. Then, he heard him cleared his throat.

" How about this: If the both of us introduce ourselves and what crime did we do in order to be in here? Deal?"

"Hmm...okay," he agreed. " Waylon Jones. Came here 'cause I ate someone's hand, for he deserved it!" He tried to forget that act he committed.

The inmate smiled. " Oswald. Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. I arrived here because I killed three men who were eyeing on the same company I tried to rob."

Yeah, so we get to see the Penguin! Oh, this came into my mind when I was thinking about what would life in prison be like for him and here it is! I will write the next chapter soon but in the mean time, enjoy this one. College is a pretty big step for me!

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