Count Me In
"Hold about two phones, I don't call shit/Wild boy 'cause I start shit, rager 'cause I mosh pit/And this "a" stands for "anarchist"/My heart is Antarctic, burn one and get car-sick/Floating like a carpet bitch I'm higher than the starship/Tatted up so I can't work, you would think I got paid first/Beat that pussy out the frame, you would think that bitch gave birth/All these sins, you would think that I hate church/Said "Thou shalt not steal", but fuck that, I'll take her." MGK
Edward had made the long drive south, his thoughts troubling him along the way. He had never failed in any of his missions, but killing a child was beyond the pale, even for Edward. His father's connection to his last assignment was more puzzling than ever. Obviously his father knew something that he didn't, and that was a rare circumstance. His brother, Jasper, had given him a temporary reprieve from the reality of the situation. Stopping for gas at a Duck-thru in a place called Moyock, he realized his brother's genius in securing a Ford F-150 pick-up for him. Almost every car in the gas-station was a Ford or a pick-up of some kind. Jesus Christ, he thought, were all these people brain-washed into buying the same kind of vehicle.
"How can I help you," a young blonde woman wearing too much make-up asked him, wagging her eyebrows suggestively.
"Fifty dollars on pump nine," he replied curtly, having no wish to enter into a discussion.
"Will that be all?" she was trying to hint at something sexual, her extremely long pink nails drumming against the worn down counter.
"No thank you," he answered, not bothering to conceal his disgust, disappointment covering her features as she handed him his change.
Hours later, Edward arrived at his destination. Central prison loomed up in the distance, making him wince inwardly. Fuck my life, he thought silently.
"Name?" the intercom went off, as he idled outside of the gate.
"Jonathan Wayne, new guard," he spoke into the intercom, grinning wryly at Jasper's choice of names.
The gates opened within seconds, allowing Edward into the courtyard surrounding the front of the prison. Stepping out of the cab, two guards were waiting for him as he approached the building.
"The warden is expecting you," a dark-haired guard informed him, leading him towards the building.
Once inside, Edward had to stifle a groan at the smell that invaded his nostrils. The smell of rot was quite frankly overwhelming. After climbing a few sets of stairs, they entered a vacant elevator. It was eerily quiet as they reached the sixth floor. The two guards led him to an office at the end of a very long hallway. Two knocks on the door, and a man's deep voice answered, the guards quickly walking away. Edward turned the knob, presented with an overly neat room and a chair turned towards the window.
"Devlin Monroe," the warden introduced himself with enthusiasm, turning his chair and jumping up to greet Edward.
"Jonathan Wayne," he responded using his fake name, not missing a beat, watching the warden look him up and down.
"Ah, welcome," the warden voiced, although a frown crossed his features as he looked at Edward, taking in his kept black hair, swarthy good looks and stock-still demeanor.
"Thank you," he replied shortly, noticing the way Devlin Monroe eyed him. It wasn't uncommon for men to fear him, but the warden seemed to realize this early on.
"You're not from these parts, it says in your record here that you hail from Virginia. Although I must say your credentials are quite thorough," Mr. Monroe continued to smile.
"Correct."
"Well, I'm sure you will find that we aren't much different here in the great state of North Carolina," Mr. Monroe drawled.
"I'm sure."
"Well…consider yourself a part of the family. We look out for own," a subtle innuendo strained the warden's smile.
"Yes sir," he replied mechanically, although his inner beast sneered at the man's barely concealed apprehension.
"Dismissed," the warden's previous enthusiasm was all but gone.
That's a shady mother fucker, if he ever met one Edward thought, closing the door behind him.
Central Prison, Cafeteria 1:00p.m
Present
My eyes were extremely itchy as I followed the zombie-like line, noticing the way Jane's hair looked yellow in the light. The smell of processed food made my stomach turnover, as the server slopped something I didn't recognize on my plate. My inner conscious registered the fact that someone was looking at me from across the room. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw a brown-haired guard staring at me intently. His eyes seemed to follow my every move as I made my way to a table. Thwack! I fell to the stone cold ground, someone had tripped me. I caught myself from serious damage, my hands radiating pain as I pushed myself up. I was shocked to feel someone lightly holding my elbow, steadying me from falling over. The brown-haired guard was looking down at me, sick determination on his young face.
"Eat that shit," the same guard yelled at the perpetrator who had tripped me, swiping the woman's tray into the floor next to mine.
I looked on in horror as the woman lapped the food up off the floor in earnest. His hand had found its way to my waist, squeezing lightly. I was more than confused, as he leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Remember my name…Felix. Don't worry, I'll make your time here easy, just do as I tell you," I shuddered as his voice filled my ear, while he motioned for another guard to bring me a new tray of food.
His intention became clear as he gently pushed me toward a table, his eyes warning the room at large. I sat down feeling the guards and prisoners eyeing me with interest, envy, and hatred. I hung my head in defeat, realizing that no matter what I did or where I went, trouble was sure to follow.
Central Prison 1:05p.m
Edward watched from the shadows of the cafeteria as some of the women-prisoners were led in while others waited in the lunch line. His stoic thoughts came to a halt as a raven-haired beauty walked in. The fact that she wore an orange jump-suit did nothing to detract from her innocent beauty. Edward felt his heart start. What the fuck? She looked to be no older than a teenager, but he still felt his cock jump at the sight of her. His eyes narrowed as he saw the old woman trip her, and watched with admiration as she picked herself up. However, his jaw clenched, watching the pompous guard help her up, putting his hands where they didn't belong. He recognized what the guard was doing and for all to see. Involuntarily, he walked forward, meeting the brown-haired guard in the middle of the cafeteria, right next to the object of his fascination. Locking eyes with the douche-bag, Edward silently challenged him.
"You want a North Carolina ass-whooping boy?" the guard question, ignorance lacing his tone.
Edward laughed. Moving fast, and without thought, he smashed the guards head into the girl's tray. Food sprayed the air as the girl shrank back in fear. A sardonic grin forming, he slid the tray across the floor with his foot, whirling to kick the man in his knees, knocking him flat on his stomach.
"Break it up," a voice sounded over the intercom, as he watched the guard peel himself off the floor, spitting blood.
Edward smirked, inclining his head, while turning on his heel. The room was deathly quiet as he returned to his post, the beautiful young woman staring at him in awe.