I was sitting quietly at a table. When suddenly guards were blowing loud whistles.

I look up anxiously.

I was seated outside, the warm morning sun shining on my face. About four guards started briskly running across the yard. I recognize Andersmith.

"What's going on?" I turn to see Washington. "No idea." He takes a seat beside me. We hear loud buzzing. And suddenly a separate facilities doors open.

All the guards line up around the entrance. Hands held at the ready above their weapons.

Then they start marching them out. One by one. All dressed in white jumpers labeled 'Solitary' in large black letters across the backs and down the front.

"Who are they?" Wash asks. I shake my head, "My guess. The biggest and the baddest.

We hear guards shouting. And a whistle blow. "Alright gentleman! You've got three hours. Play nice." One shouts. They then tentatively move forward and undo their shackles.

"Those are the Solitary Confinement guys." I turn. Church was standing behind where we sat.

He moves and sits at the table in front of us. "They're all total whackjobs. The director keeps em locked down so tightly just for safety, that they lose their minds even more. So, now about twice, sometimes three times a month they get let out. If you have Shanks. I suggest you keep em with you."

I gulp. Seeing a few running around, looking maniacal. "Yikes. How do you know all this?" I ask. Church shudders, "Let's just say once I got sent in there for a month because I misbehaved. I got an upclose view of the crazy." I give him a sad look. He shudders again. "I'm going to go hideout now. I can't stand to be around them. Stay safe, don't give them any sign of weakness."

He stands from the table. Walking away, I send an anxious look at his back.

"That was ominous." Wash jokes. I give him a 'srsly?' Look. He shrugs.

But then a man in white is approaching us. I stiffen and edge the slightest bit closer to Washington.

As he approaches I see a pair of luminous green eyes. He holds his hands behind his back, a mirror of perfect posture. As he takes a seat where Church had been sitting.

"Greetings. I am Delta. Who are you?" He crosses his arms in front of him. A green armband on his left forearm told his prsion ID. I clench and unclench my jaw. Church's words ringing in my mind.

"I'm Washington. This is Black." Wash stretches an arm forward to shake. Delta merely stares at the appendage distastefully. "Noted. I see 'Black' is clearly on edge due to my presence. Would I be correct in assuming it is due to my disposition as a solitary confinement convict?"

I narrow my eyes at him. But nod. He chuckles without humor. "Thought so. Fear not. I am not like the others. I'm merely here because I cannot be contained in a regular prison. I am an escape artist. And a criminal mastermind." I quirk an eyebrow. "Really? Scrawny guy like you?" He narrows his green eyes at me.

"You're one to talk. Black. You hold yourself and share a body structure similar to a woman's. Your eyes are dilated. You're either high, Horny, or you are on testosterone pills. Which would also dictate why your voice is so whiny. Are you a transgender? You must be. Feeling awkward Black? That's too be expected. Let's not be presumptuous anymore, else I'll read you like a book to your friend Washington here. Who, I've also noted you inching closer too. Love? Or fear?"

I back away from him. Rising from the table. "You're insane." He cocks his head. "No. I'm observant. And logical."

Wash cocks his head. "Hmm. Read me." Delta turns to him. "Are you sure?" Washington nods.

"I'd say, you are a childish man. But no doubt a man. Bisexual. Grew up around women. Sisters? A curious one, also not too focused. Hmm, oh it's Black. You're distracted by him. Attraction? Interesting." "Okay, that's. That's enough." Wash stands from the table. Delta merely stares up at us. With, almost a dangerous look.

"Are you sure Washington? I can continue. You're a good man. You shouldn't be in prison. You, killed someone. But who? A friend? Your boss. But why? Defense? Pride? Loyalty?"

"That's enough!" Wash barks suddenly. Delta let's, what I can only perceive is a smirk, cross his face. "And anger issues. You are just an interesting man. Almost as interesting as Black. Who didn't even commit a crime."

My eyes widen. How could he know that?!

"Come on. Let's go." Wash growls. We start walking away.

"Oh, and Washington." Wash pauses. Growling under his breath. "Do watch out for Epsilon. He's quite insane. And he's been watching you for a good five minutes now."

We turn. And sure enough there was a man dressed in white solitary uniform by the fence. Eyes trained intently on my blonde friend. Every minute or so he'd flinch hard and twitch. He looked rather like one of those horror movie girls. With the hair over their face, slouched back.

I shudder and place a hand on his chest. Pushing him the other way. "Come on. Lets just go this way."

As we walk across the court yard he calms. No longer tense. We fall into easy conversation as we walk the exercise track.

Another solitary Convict runs past us. They were short. I glimpse a pink and violet wrist band as they pass. "Everything. Delta said was true." Wash speaks quietly. I glance up at him. "What?"

"What he said about me. It was all true. Every bit." I frown, wondering what he was getting at. "Alright? What you think he's stalking you?" I chuckle. Trying to lighten the mood. He turns to look at me. "No. But if it was all true about me. Than what about you?" I gulp.

"Some of it was true. Other stuff just, totally wrong." I say smiling. Trying to play it off innocently. As if I wasn't dying inside, scared that he might figure it out.

After a moment he just mutters, "Liar." I frown. About to say something when my eye catches on something.

Andersmith. Talking to a Solitary. It wouldn't be that interesting to me. If they weren't pretending to not be talking to each other.

Why would he be secretive?

They stood with their backs to each other. But heads angled to speak. Throwing suspicious glances all around.

"Hey. Vanta?! You listening?"

I jerk to look at Wash. "Sorry what? I zoned out." He narrows his startling blue eyes. "I said I'm going to go inside. Wanna come?"

I glance back to where Andersmith was standing. A dark feeling in my gut. But he was gone. As well as the convict.

"No, I'm good." I say starting to walk away. "I'll-I'll see you later." I say walking away.

I don't notice the sad face he makes at me as I leave. "Oh. Alright. See you."

I also don't notice as he leaves, the man who jumps out at him, gags him, and drags him away kicking and struggling.

I start jogging to where they'd been standing. Where the inmate had stood was a single screw. My eyes widen.

A screw? They must have dropped it. But, if they'd drop such a serious piece of contraband and not notice to pick it up, there must be more. Either its for a weapon. Or he's using it to build. I glance around anxiously looking for any sign.

Another convict approaches me. "Hello." He speaks. Choppy. Almost robotic. I frown. "Did you see where the guard and that other convict went?" I demand. He cocks his head.

"Excuse me? Would you like to hear a knock knock joke?" I groan. "The guard! And the guy who was here. Where'd they go?!" I see a vivid blue band on his arm. As he points. "Over there." I nod. "Thank you."

As I walk away I hear giggling.

I turn. Seeing two men. Arms linked tightly together. Staring at me. "What?" I ask. They giggle more. "You're very foolish." One speaks. His voice high, like a gay mans. The other giggles too. "Gamma is a compulsive liar." "They went the other way." "Around the back of the warehouse."

I narrow my eyes at the two of them. Obviously twins. With gold and blue bands. "How do I know the two of you aren't the liars?" They giggle. "Silly willy." "Eta and I." "We do not lie."

I frown. "You know what. I don't have time for this. Whatever." I turn with a growl and walk the way they'd directed.

One way or another I'd find them.

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"O'Malley how many times do I need to explain this to you?!"

I was leaning on the wall of the warehouse. Sure enough, the weird twins were right.

Andersmith was locked in an argument with the solitary convict.

I needed to be careful. The wall was thin metal. If you pressed it too hard it would bend inward with a loud resonating thum.

"How many times do I need to tell you, it's OMEGA. And you're going to get me what I need. Or I'm going to-"

I step closer but as I do, I lean my hand onto the side. It caves with a earsplitting noise.

"What was that?!"

"Go. I'll meet with you later."

I turn and run. I run fast, and hard. Unsure of who was my friend. And who wasn't. Maybe this was a misunderstanding. But I'd rather not take a chance that it wasn't.

My legs carry me fast and I'm fairly positive that he doesn't see me.

I sprint hard. My breathing coming out in gasps. Heart thudding in my ears. I only stop when I come to a table. Leaning on it for air. I don't notice a figure approach me from behind.

"Heya Black." "JESUS!" I jump terrified. But calm seeing it was just Sharkface. His shirt off and his tattooed rock hard body glinting in the sun.

"What's got you so scared? And running? You piss off someone else?"

I clutch my side where I'd been shanked. Now suddenly very tired, and in pain.

"Nothing." I lie. He narrows his eyes. "When are you going to start telling us things Vee?" I raise an eyebrow at the nickname, he sits on top of the table. Head angled to the sky, eyes shut. "We are friends after all. You got a problem. We can help."

I gaze up at him. Biting my lip. Admiring his strong jaw. And the curve of his throat as he angled it up. I swallow lightly.

Why is prison full of hot men?

I stiffen when I realize his eyes weren't closed. As he peeked at me from the corner of his eye. A smirk on his face. "Not gay huh?"

"Ineedtousethebathroom." I squeak. Standing and scrambling to escape. He chuckles. "Don't take to long. I might think, you're having fun in there while thinking about me."

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It was late. Only four minutes until lockdown. And Wash wasn't back yet. "Where the hell is he?" Felix groans at the door to the cell. Looking back and forth for the blonde haired cutie.

I shake my head. Brow furrowed in worry. Had he gotten in trouble? Did he escape? Maybe he was just passed out somewhere. Or.

"Guys."

They look at me. "The last time I saw him was this morning. When they let the Solitary guys out into the yard. There was a guy, one of them. Who was just staring at Wash." "What happened?" Sharkface asks. I gulp. Realizing if anything had happened to him. It was my fault.

"He wanted to go back in. And I didn't walk with him."

Felix shakes his head. Smacking the bars of the cell. "Fuck. Those guys are insane. If they got a hold of him." He shakes his head.

Suddenly loud beeping stole all our attentions. The cell doors slam shut. "Prisoners on the wall for count!"

I gulp. Glancing at Sharkface and Felix. Sharkface puts a hand on my shoulder. "It'll be alright. Just get on the wall."

I nod. Fearing for my friend and comply. The night guard strolls past. Looking in on us. "Hey. You're missing one. Where's 619B?" He demands. We shake our heads and shrug.

"God dammit." He picks up his radio. "Alert. We have a missing inmate. Inmate 619B is unaccounted for. That is Inmate David Washington."

A few moments later red lights were flashing. And all the guards disappeared.

"God this Is my fault." I whine. Moving and sitting on the floor by Sharkfaces bunk. Too upset to climb up to mine.

"What? How is this your fault?" Felix asks. I shake my head. Dropping my head into my hands. Thoughts of Wash in pain or getting hurt plaging my mind. A few tears fall. "Because! I should've gone with him! I was distracted and he's hurt because of me. Or worse!" My breathing picks up pace. Sharkface is at my side. Patting my shoulder awkwardly.

"Man chill. It'll be alright Vanta. Really. It's not your fault." I start hyperventilating. A panic attack I think.

"It is! It's my fault. I'm so stupid! I should've stayed with him!" I start sobbing. To distraught to realize I might blow my cover. I could only think about how he could be hurt. Because of me.

Sharkface was suddenly grabbing me. Crushing me to his chest in a comforting embrace. Patting my back.

"Let it out Vee. Let it out. Come on. Hey Felix. Get your ass over here and Help."

I sob harder, hands making little fists. I feel Felix lay a hand on my head. Slowly brushing my hair back.

"Panic attack?"

"I think so. That or stress."

"Probably both. Prison is Rough. A little more so for him."

"Yeah."

Gun shots were suddenly heard loudly. Five in quick succession. A minute later followed by a sixth.

I cry harder. Fearing for Washes life.

He was my friend. And it's my fault he's getting hurt.

Felix shushes me quietly. Still stroking my hair as Sharkface held me tightly.

We were all worried. And we stayed like this for the majority of the night.

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We don't see him again for a week.

We do see part of the cafeteria. Smeared in blood. A lot of blood. Reading 'Allison' repeatedly. At the sight of it I had burst into tears.

The custodial crew was working to clean it, but they weren't exactly the fastest.

Locus had been with me that day. And he carried me to a separate room and tried reasoning with me to stop crying. When that didn't work, he simply sighed. Barricaded the door, and let me cry into his chest.

I was going to have a hell of a time when I stop being emotional. And have to explain why I was crying so much.

On the 6th day. When we returned to our Cell, Wash was laid in bed asleep.

I was so excited I almost grabbed him and held him. Of course I managed to restrain myself, At the sight of him.

His eyes sunken. Face gaunt and pale. It looked like human claw marks down his right cheek. Bruises everywhere. A guard was positioned outside our cell for three days to make sure he held up alright. It seemed he had 'died' multiple times. And was brought back with a defibrillator.

The insane prisoner who had attacked him. Epsilon, Had dragged him to a abandoned workshop. Waited until dark, and dragged him to the cafeteria. Tying him down to a table and using kitchen utensils the chefs are permitted, they say tried to cut out his liver. Or it appeared that that's what he was trying to do.

And the blood he got from those actions, he painted his body with and wrote on the walls.

When they made an attempt to capture him, Wash was screaming blindly. Epsilon grabbed a knife and made an attempt on a guard. And had to be shot six times.

I learned this all from Andersmith of course.

Andersmith, who it seems didn't know that it was I who had spied on him. Andersmith who, I was very much starting to doubt, was the man he claimed to be.

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::Author Note::

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Locus 6

Felix 5

Sharkface 4

Wash 3

Tucker 3

Church 2

Maine has been removed from the list. Sorry.

We're getting to the point where votes will begin dictating what happens in the chapters. So if you want your choice to end up with her, I would suggest voting on every chapter. I can only count your vote once PER chapter. So that means if I seven chapters, you can vote seven times.

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If there's a tie, it will end in a love triangle. Because you can ALSO vote for those on TOP of your regular vote.

So you can vote,

'Felix!

With a locus love triangle '

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Those votes currently are

Wash/Locus triangle 1

Felix/ Locus triangle 1

Felix/Wash triangle 1

Sharkface/Felix triangle 1

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Sharkface/Locus triangle 1

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