Chapter Eleven: Blameless Crime

Manny was shaking and narrowing his eyes as he surveyed the sheet he held in his hand. He had found it in the main office, on the desk as it was a priority for the staff at the time.

There has been a case of poisoning within the last three months that has the outcome of eleven inmates and four guards dead. All currents suspects are imprisoned and under surveillance, these suspects consist of the following (with a brief explanation on being suspected) members.

Weed, an inmate, in for nine years for dealing poisoned drugs and continuing Class A drug sales in the prison.

Pitch Black, an inmate; in for twelve years for theft, recently become something of an issue in the prison, attacking other inmates to the point of hospitalisation. He may have potential brain damage.

E-Aster Bunnymund, an inmate, in for twenty five years for poisoning the food of children from his work force in a sweet-food making company, one second degree murder, strong possibility of previous brain damage.

It has been decided the punishment for this crime when the culprit has been obtained is execution or life imprisonment depending on their current circumstances.

It just wasn't Bunnymund, it wasn't. The Aussie had only been acting strange since reminiscent of his crime made him itch a bit…it wasn't guilt. Manny chanted through his mind as he returned it to the desk and snuck out, heading down the corridor with his head low and his eyes wide, trying to think straight.

But it couldn't be Pitch, Pitch had become more open about his attacks, he wouldn't go for something as low as poisoning…would he? Manny hardly knew his old friend that well anymore; Pitch had turned dark and gnarled, he was capable of anything.

Pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, he let out a deep sigh and turned into his cell where he shared a bunk with an inmate known as Wolf. Ever since Pitch had been denied the chance to be Manny's cell mate, the rugged brunette with dark brown eyes, stubble and a broad, tall body was the Man in Moon's cell mate.

He wasn't all that bad, grumpy and in for two years for stalking. But nice enough and didn't try anything funny. Manny would often be amused by Wolf's crush on the nurse, Blanchette Hood but right now, he didn't pay attention to his cell mate who was chewing on some cupcakes he got from the nurse after his last visit. Manny didn't bother to ask.

"What's up Moon?" Wolf inquired suddenly, which surprised the pale eyed man as his cell-mate hardly ever spoke to him.

"…Nothing, just…this poisoning business is bothering me"

"…Why?" Wolf added with a chomp, licking white frosting off his lips.

"Well, two of the suspects are friends of mine, so that is always a reason" he sighed, climbing up the top bunk and lying there.

"Shame" was all the brunette muttered as he finished off the basket of goodies.

It was during association and it was the first time not a single person approached Jack, Bunnymund had darted over to use the phone, arranging another visit with Tooth and the others and at first the white haired prisoner had been a bit worried about being left alone but not a single inmate bothered him.

When Manny came out, Jack asked him why everyone was keeping their hands to themselves, at first Manny was going to shrug and tell him he didn't know, before he looked at Jack harder and smirked.

"What?" Jack cocked his head to one side and the dark haired, older man laughed.

"Nice Hickey, a mark like that would keep anyone away" he remarked finally and Jack blushed hard, self-consciously reaching up to touch the love bite Bunnymund had given him and gulped. Made sense…

Bunnymund came back over with a grin, telling Jack how Tooth was going to bring her younger sister in with her, who everyone nicknamed Baby Tooth because she looked so similar to her older sibling. Jack looked forward to the meeting and told Bunnymund how much Sophie had enjoyed seeing him and how she wanted to come again.

Manny left them to it and by the time it was lunch, Jack was sitting on the desk with Bunnymund on the chair next to him, chatting and laughing.

"Don't forget, it's my birthday tomorrow!" he laughed, grinning so hard his glacier blue eyes closed and his white hair ruffled to the side slightly with his contained excitement.

"I know, I know, Sandy is dropping off present's tomorrow morning, so can you wait until lunch?"

Jack pouted and folded his arms.

"Bunnymund, I have waited seven years, I'm not waiting another morning!"

"Well I can think of something to do without Sandy delivering" Bunnymund purred, leaning up to kiss the end of Jack's nose as his icy lover blushed wildly and covered his face as he pulled his knees up to his chin, this only elicited a chuckle from Bunnymund.

"So…no one has been bothering you since…"

"Yeah…actually…I was a little more than surprised" Jack laughed, bringing a hand up to thread through his hair, Bunnymund stood up and placed his hands either side of Jack, a sinfully sexy smirk marking his expression as he leant in close and whispered.

"Good, the dogs in here ought to know you belong to me" he kissed Jack slowly, winding his tongue in and out of the younger man's mouth until thin lines of saliva were formed and Jack was panting.

"God, I love it when you are like this, Frostbite, so damn…fucking adorable" Bunnymund bit the shell of his ear and Jack yelped, unwinding his arms to wrap them around his older lover.

"Don't talk like that…it's embarrassing…" Jack whimpered but it turned into a wanton moan as a leg fell between his own and moved up slightly.

"Oh?" Bunnymund challenged, he didn't expect Jack to suddenly clasp one of his long velvety ears between his lips and twiddle the tip of the other with his right hand. His bright blue eyes darting mischievously as he elicited weak responses from the formerly dominant Aussie who closed his eyes at the sensitive pleasure.

This heated banter didn't last much longer as it was soon time for work and Jack and Bunnymund parted ways, with a swift kiss to the lips and a quick hug.

Pitch watched Bunnymund walk down the stairs as Jack headed the other way; he snarled and retreated back into his cell, hands weakly clasping the wall as though his mind told him he needed balance. God he was so messed up, not a single sensible thought in his mind whenever he looked at anyone. He wanted everyone to fear him and know his strength.

Pitch wanted to punish Jack yet he wanted to thank the little icicle for giving him the chance of dominance and power, not a single, foolish inmate had tried dirtying him ever since he battered up Hook whom he hadn't seen since.

His brain was a mass of anger; revenge and heartfelt power that made him shudder with electricity. Every now and again he was brought to sanity when he noticed the little frame of his daughter on the desk and he cradled the glass and metal to his chest, trying to feel his darling girls warmth and affection but it only ever felt like hard glass and metal pressed awkwardly into his torso.

Jack and his desperation to be reunited with his pathetic rabbit pet; it sickened him thinking they were happy and comfortable with one another whilst Pitch had suffered and had to build his own walls of security.

Drawing his hands over his shoulders as he hugged himself tight, he slid down the wall and controlled his breathing. Damn he was messed up; he didn't know what to do. All he knew was he wanted power, control and a dark dominance that made him gasp and grin wildly; chuckling manically to himself alone in his cell.

The staff was looking over the details and becoming more and more worried about the unfolding situation. How was the culprit managing to accomplish it, under what reasons? So far they had gathered the files of all those dead and were looking them over for a link and a clue to lead them to the criminal.

The three guards consisted of the grey eyed guard on the second level "Gargoyle" then it had been "Beast" the meaty guard at the base of the stairs who 'welcomed' the newcomers, then two joint guards in the yard, "Stone" and "Coal".

The deceased inmates were the following, a guy who liked girly-looking boys known as "Warlock", a beefy, gang leading guy known as "Goblin", a heavy-weight, dark toned inmate called "Dragon", "Hook" had been finished off when he returned to the prison.

There was also three men who worked together and were known for victimising others called "Straw, Sticks and Brick" they had been in for squatting. Not been in for very long but often gang attacked or raped younger inmates.

Then it was two cell mates "Spider" who was in for bondage kinks with unwilling victims and his strange masochistic inmate pal "Fly" who wasn't all there mentally and was in prison for exhibiting himself. Finally it was a much older member with a gruff outlook and in for a very long time for terrorising and attempted cannibalism. "Troll". All were dead. Eleven prisoners and four guards.

All poisoned through food or drink.

This is what eventually led them to the accusation and custody of Bunnymund. Weed was no longer a suspect due to his poor health and lack of motivation. Pitch had been spending too much time in solitude to pull it off and it didn't seem his style despite the motivational interest.

however had grown a liking to his cell mate, "Jack Frost" in for drowning his sister in a frozen lake, third degree murder. And all the deceased were known for either stopping them sharing a cell or had victimised Jack in the past. A protective nature would cause motivation for the killings and he had a knowing in poison so was taken from his kitchen duty to detention where he would be questioned later.

Jack found out about Bunnymund been taken away by one of Bunnymund's duty mates, Leprechaun who looked genuinely worried and explained it was of vague interest in the poisoned killings. Naturally Jack went straight to Manny who already knew and doing what he could to defend the Aussie but things were not looking good.

Bunnymund was sitting in the small grey room with cold handcuffs around his wrists and panic settling in his heart as he focused on staying calm and hoping Jack didn't know about this yet. The police and guards came in questioning him over the crime; naturally he knew about it but pleaded innocent since he knew he was.

After a few beatings over the head, yelling, cursing and tired sighs. The guards came to the conclusion that the Australian's mental health was not in order and therefore a disadvantage whilst proving him innocent.

Jack was sitting in his cell with the door open, sitting on Bunnymund's lower bunk, twiddling his thumbs and calming himself down, trying to ignore the unbearable sickness settling in his stomach and threatening to spill into his dry throat.

When Leprechaun, Huntsman and Manny came to the door he jumped up with wide eyes and clenched fists, he couldn't breathe, it felt like the room was clogged up with a humid smoke and it was burning his eyes.

"…Jack, lad, Bunnymund, has been chosen as the culprit" the Irishman coughed.

Jack didn't say anything, he waited.

"…He has been put in for execution…next week" Huntsman finished, not looking up.

He didn't need to look up to hear the half choked scream escape Jack as he fell to his knees and clasped his mouth with a heart-wrenching pain, this wasn't happening, there was only one word revolving in his shocked mind, over and over again with the denial and pain.

No.

A/N: Yeah, I'm not even sorry. This story just reached its peak of intensity, and things will go in a very interesting way from now on, hope I didn't scare any of you off.

-LAW09

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To the black raven: Indeed, I did miss you! I love how you are like "yep, get out of prison" haha, and in all due time! I also have blue eyes and brown hair! And I will certainly look you up, thank you for the review *hugs back* and I am not sure yet, any ideas for the title?

To I'mBelleGoose: Ahah, thank you! I liked writing about everyone's reactions; I have a thing for possessive/protective Bunnymund. Ooh, I like your perception on Pitch becoming stronger, thank you for your answers and thanks for the review!

To slyangelfox: I am glad you keeping hold of the sympathy for Pitch and Weed is not too significant but should have been explained by now. Very detailed perception of what is going on, lovely to know you are getting into it, who knows who did it? Oh wow, I used to read a few books of Nancy Drew, seems like I have a mystery fan, thank you for the review and for your answers! Bless you.

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