The nine officers neared the prisoner. As one began to swing his club, Dagur caught it and headbutted the man. This sent the CO stumbling back, realizing too late that he had been disarmed. With a wide grin, Dagur felt the club in his hand and lunged at two officers. Before the others could react, he kicked the first behind the knees and clubbed the other over the head. The officer on his knees tried to stand, but a knee to his face knocked out several teeth and his consciousness. Dagur sensed someone coming from his left and did a sweep kick to get the man's feet from under him. A thud was followed by a pained grunt as the attacker went down. Several tried to lunge at the young man, but he side-stepped them and tackled another one to the ground. He quickly lifted the club and bashed the man's face, grinning as the blood splattered on the walls. The movements were so fast and so strong that the others there were both incapable of reaching him in time to save their comrade as well as too stunned to have been able to even properly try.

"Finally! Some color in here," he said cheerfully.

Panic began filling the other officers. The man was in a pool of his own blood. They were down officers already and had not even landed a single hit on the inmate. One of them gestured to the others to back up and they quickly obeyed the command. Dagur stood at full height, hands red from what he had just done.

"Aw, you don't want to spar anymore? It was just getting to be fun."

"D-do you know what you've just done?"

The redhead sighed and wiped his hands on his pants. "Uh, yeah."

"You just killed an officer!"

Dagur made a face. "If that's what you want to call him. Seemed like more of a flunky to me, but hey, to each their own. Besides, it's not like I want that on my record. He's not dead–just very hurt." He pushed the unconscious man's shoulder with his foot and laughed. "Yeah, he's not waking up any time soon."

Looks of rage and horror were on the faces of the others present. This was not reflected on Dagur's bored expression.

"It was his own fault. I didn't tell you all to attack me. Now, come on. Are we fighting or not? Because if we're not, you can go and take him with you. I don't want any smelly cops in here with me all night. Can barely get fresh air as it is."

The inmate crossed his arms and tapped his foot at the officers, but they were still mostly in shock. They had expected an easy night. Go in, beat up the unarmed man, and leave, message received.

"Hurry up and make up your–"

Dagur stopped as he heard the sound of a taser gun being used. Quickly, he ducked, letting the wires zip past his head. The officer with the weapon had a murderous look on his face and was about to try again when Dagur punched him out cold. This snapped the others back into action and they too brought out their tasers. The inmate ducked, dodged, and maneuvered around them.

"That's cheating!" he yelled angrily.

They were in no mood to be sporting, but he was in no mood to be electrocuted. The next time he saw someone's fingers twitch on the taser gun, Dagur moved towards another officer and used him as a human shield. The darts went into the man and he shook from the electricity. He would have fallen to the ground had Dagur not wanted to keep him as protection to use against the others. While the officers tried and failed to find an opening, the criminal quickly searched for the taser on this man. A bright grin lit up his face when he found the desired object.

Keeping the shield in place, Dagur aimed for the face of one officer and got him in the left cheek. He laughed as the trembling reminded him of a jig. The battleground was even now. Sure, they had the numbers, but he had the skill. Dagur dropped the limp CO and dodged a taser, going straight for the officer who had fired it at him. The man did not have time to brace for the impact when he hit the ground, banging the back of his head into the floor. The inmate slammed his head into the ground again for good measure, leaving some red behind. He got up just in time to avoid being hit by another taser and continued his fight.

This was fun. It got so boring in that cell, but this was extremely entertaining. One by one, Dagur dropped the officers. He alternated between using the tasers, hiding behind unconscious bodies, and clubbing anyone who got in his way. When a sole officer remained, the man wished he had been standing closer to the door. Dagur was between him and the exit, his back now facing the door to be sure he could prevent any escape. A deranged smile was plastered on his face, but it turned into a grimace after a loud sound rang out. With a soft grunt, Dagur hit the ground and clutched his right leg. Through the hatch for food, a gun had fired a bullet. The door opened and Alvin entered, taking in the fallen officers with a disappointed glare.

Being the only conscious man among them, the one tried to explain himself, but Alvin lifted a hand to stop him. His attention was on the inmate. Dagur was growling at him, wanting more than anything to get up and kill him. He chose against this course of action due to the injury. It had not gone completely through, so the bullet was still in him and the wound was bleeding profusely. Do too much and he would bleed out. For all intents and purposes, Dagur was rendered unable to continue fighting if he valued his life at all. Alvin could see the anger in him and grinned. He lifted a foot and began kicking. The prisoner did not cry out–that much was anticipated, but that did not mean that the boots and force did not leave behind bruises, cuts, and blood. Dagur wanted to shield his face, but he had to keep his hands applying pressure on the wound. Therefore, his face and head took the brunt of the attack. When Alvin stopped, the inmate spat out some blood at him.

"Savage," Alvin started to say, "go alert the others of what happened here."

The officer looked confused. "Um, Sir. What exactly do I say happened?"

Alvin went over to the injured inmate and reached towards him. Dagur bit at his hand but got grabbed by his throat as the larger man squeezed tightly. With only a small amount of strain, the officer lifted him and started leaving the cell.

"Simple," he said. "He tried to escape."

Just outside the room, in the hallway, Alvin roughly dropped the redhead. Dagur sucked in a breath sharply, trying to keep more blood from coming out the wound. He mostly heard ringing in his ears, but he could faintly hear the sounds of the other officer running off.

"You forgot your place, Dagur," Alvin said. "I trust you won't again."

Like magic, the officer's cruel expression turned into a concerned one when Savage returned with some people from the infirmary.

"What happened?" one asked.

"I was doing my nightly rounds and heard sounds of a fight," Alvin explained. "Dagur tried to escape. He attacked nine officers in the process. He was about to kill Bjorn, but Savage managed to shoot him in time."

Two of the people went to get the officers while the other two started to wrap a tourniquet around the inmate's injury. Alvin warily watched as Dagur's eyes regained some of their clarity and he received a death glare.

"Make sure he's restrained," he ordered.

Handcuffs were attached to the inmate's wrists and they put him on a bed with rollers, restraining his arms to the side when he was there. He was taken to the infirmary and sedated so that the doctor could remove the bullet. The anesthesia did not last for long and Dagur soon woke up, grumbling as he did. His leg was killing him.

"Stupid Alvin," he grumbled.

"And yet I'm not the one in chains," a voice said.

Dagur tensed as he opened his eyes. He had still been too out of it to notice the officer's presence before hearing him speak. Alvin was at the base of the bed with a smile on his face.

"You messed up, Dagur. Stoick will have your head for this," he threatened.

"You started it."

"And I'll finish it."

Alvin stood up and patted the inmate's head. The young man pulled away, but the officer gripped his chin to force him to look at him.

"You'll pay for going against me, Dagur. I'll see to that." A sinister look appeared in his eyes. "I thought you'd have realized that three years ago, but I guess you're a slow learner. Maybe I'll just have to find someone to teach you that lesson again while you're here." He tapped the restraints. "Doesn't look like you'll be going anywhere anytime soo–"

Dagur let out a furious roar and began violently his arms and legs, not even feeling the pain from his injury. With a look at the chains, Alvin worried they would be ripped off the bed. If the inmate got free, it looked like he would rip him to shreds with his teeth if he had to.

"We need to sedate him again!" he called out, getting the attention of some other people.

They quickly came back into the room and tried to force down the prisoner's arms, but they were not strong enough.

"Never again, Alvin!" Dagur bellowed.

Several people got knocked into walls in their attempt to restrain him.

"Never! I'll gut you if you try!" he yelled, insanity and rage in his eyes.

Finally, one of the people was able to get the syringe into a vein in his arm. It took a while, but the drugs started to take effect after a second, stronger dose. Still, the night was long and restless. When morning came, Farid went to the prison and the therapy room. Like before, the door opened and Stoick entered. Farid immediately saw the troubled look on his face.

"What's wrong, Warden?"

"It's about Dagur. He won't be coming to the session today."

"Why is that?" Farid asked, frowning.

"He tried to escape last night. He's in the infirmary now."

The psychologist paused, feeling shocked at the news. "Is it serious?"

"He was shot in the leg, but it just missed his femoral artery," Stoick informed him. "He'll survive, but he tried to kill the officers and eight of the nine were badly injured."

Farid felt a pit form in his stomach. "What does that mean then?"

After a sigh, the warden spoke. "I haven't decided yet. Since no one died, it won't cause him to have a death sentence, but I'm not sure if it'll be worth it for you to continue treating him."

"Would I be able to speak with him at least one time before that decision is made?"

Stoick appeared to be uncertain. "We'll see. Until that's decided, the other inmates will be coming to you like they normally would."

Farid nodded and the warden left to return to his office. It seemed like he had hardly reached it when a knock came on the door.

"Come in," he said, exasperated.

The exasperation only increased when he saw the visitor was Alvin. He had a smug look on his face.

"I told ya, Stoick," he said. "Dagur's trouble. Next time, he might actually kill someone. I say we kill him first."

"That's not our decision, Alvin," the redhead reminded him. "We just hold the prisoners. We don't get to decide who lives or dies."

"Maybe we could do it better than those who do decide."

Stoick frowned when he heard this. "An alarm should have been set off as soon as it was discovered that he had broken out."

"I guess. What does that have to do with anything?"

"I should have been alerted as soon as that alarm went off, but I didn't hear anything all night and nine officers were involved. How were that many engaged in the situation and none thought to sound the alarm?"

Alvin shrugged at him "People panic when they're scared and don't think."

"I don't want people working in this prison who can't function while under pressure."

The dark-haired man sighed. "It was an honest mistake, Stoick. You're somehow twisting this into them being the ones in the wrong when Dagur tried to escape and kill them."

Stoick just looked unsure and rubbed his aching head. "How did he even get out of the cell? Did Savage explain that part?"

Now, Alvin was getting annoyed. "What's with all these types of questions? Don't you trust him?" The following pause only frustrated the officer more. "Well, I hope you trust me then. I trust Savage. He's a good cop. I've known him for a while. Wouldn't do anything I wouldn't."
The warden just gave a small nod of his head. "I heard Dagur had to get sedated again last night."

"A price of insanity and a bad temper," the other man said, shrugging. "He was probably upset about having been caught. I'd be angry too. He's never leaving this place and knows it." Alvin could see the contemplative look on the warden's face and pressed more. "Let's face it, Stoick. Dagur's just barely a man now. He's been here since he was a teenager. He had his whole life ahead of him and now it's going to be lived out behind bars in solitary confinement. Having the doc here just gave him false hope. When you take that and how crazy he's always been, it's not shocking that he's trying a last ditch effort to escape. Probably has just been playing nice this whole time to get our guard down and it worked."

Alvin stood up and began heading to the door. "At least it's done," he said. "Dagur's shown his true colors again. He won't surprise us anymore. This whole 'therapy' phase can finally come to an end. It's over."

The officer left Stoick, but he did not leave him with the same thoughts as he had. Nothing was over. If anything, it seemed like it had just begun.