Life On The Murder Scene

I brought out my hand and felt a slight tingly feeling buzz through me as i shook his hand, but it sadly faded when my arm fell back to my side.
"I'd better leave you two to it then." She turned to me so i could fully see her. "Frank, Gerard will take you to the cafeteria and monitor you for the rest of the week. Thank you Gerard."
"My pleasure Hayley." He gave her a quick grin, and waved back before she disappeared round the corner to another corridor of which i hadn't a clue of.
"Introductions?" He turned to me and raised his eyebrows questionably.
"Um yes...i'm Frank Iero...17. I'm here for shooting four men.....accidentally though! I mean, what else could i do?"
"So your not guilty?" He stepped a bit closer to me, my concentration fully on him.
"No...well. Ugh! I don't know anymore, there is no point even telling anyone."
"I'll believe you then." He spoke slowly, and had a rich tone to his New Jersey accent. Although his voice was fairly high pitched, there was that slight tilt to his pronunciation which made him pronounce everything deeply and very full. Even the sound of his voice was making me slightly weak, no matter what context of speech he was using.
"Thanks." My head tilted downwards slightly. There was a moment of silence before anyone spoke.
"Introductions!" He scratched the back of his head and laughed a bit. "Im Gerard Way, i think i'd prefer you call me by that...or just Gerard. I'm a patrol officer here an-"
"No shit." I interrupted him and soon had my hand over my mouth in shock. What if he was one of those people who hated cursing? If so, then we would make very good enemies.
"Don't worry about language, i hate to say it, but wait till you see me as my real self."
"So this is not how you usually are."
"I can be a nice guy."
"So you aren't actually a nice guy when your around your friends?"
"Lets just say here i need to be professional."
"You should just act normal around me, you seem like a nice guy." I was pushing my luck with this guy, for it was the first time we'd ever met, and i was already bribing him into some prisoner/cop friendship.
"Ha, i'll see Mr.Iero. Your quite the loud mouth." He said in a jokey tone, ad i laughed back with him. God, his laugh was so contagious.
"Right, anyway i should probably take you down to the cafeteria for lunch now."
"Lunch...already?" My stomach growled right at the end of my sentence, and i heard Gerard stifle a laugh. We started heading down the many flights of stairs and corridors, me following slowly behind him, with the perfect view of him in those skinny jeans.
"We just have a few rules in the cafeteria, but i'm sure you'll be fine with them." He said whilst we were walking along a lone blue corridor full of prisoners being lined up, and waving at Gerard.
"Number one: No chucking food or drink around. Number two: No fighting or injuring another prisoner, in the cafeteria or practically anywhere." Well these are going to be hard if some of the people are like yeti man, or 'Bob', or Mr.Sunshine.
"Number three: You must eat all of your food before you can be excused by your monitor, in your case that's me." Oh, he's a softie so if i don't like my food i'll just chuck it underneath my table and pretend i ate everything. Frank Iero, number one bullshitter.
"And number four: No kissing or intimacy in the cafeteria."
"So we aren't even aloud to have relationships in this place?" Staying here for the amount of years i'd been given, i probably wouldn't be able to cope with ought any intimacy. I'd only ever had two proper relationships, which ended for all the wrong reasons and now i had been singly for two years. I didn't want to end up a forty year old man with no one to love.
"The manager doesn't allow it, no. There are a few relationships in the prison though that only i know about because the prisoners can trust me. I'd say it's fine, but I've never heard of a staff and prisoner relationship though." I sighed at his response. Maybe i would get away with it if i did end up growing to like someone a lot here.
"Fail to comply with these rules and you'll earn a slap around the face and a trip back to your cell."
"A slap...so you torture people to make them learn their lesson here?" I didn't know what could be worse that he could tell me. So far, i shouldn't of been, but i was scared of stepping out of line.
"Listen Frank." He turned to me and put his hands on my shoulders, letting that tingly feeling rush through me again. "If i had it my way, i'd forgive everyone here, or at least change the rules completely. There are some really sweet kids here which i'm sure you'll grow to love, i'm not the only one that gets paranoid about it."
"Nice to know you care." I muttered back, failing to sound like i cared when i fully did. Sometimes my sarcasm stuck to everything i said.
"Right, here you are. Second table on the right....the one with the crazy haired duded." I laughed and looked across, spotting a bunch of colorful clothed punk kids, and the dude with crazy hair.
"Have some fun." He nudged me forward lightly, and i stepped towards the table cautiously, afraid i'd be pushed away.
The table i came to was full of chatter, and many people leaning over the table to get their words across from the astounding racket of the room.
"You don't understand how much i want to get out of here so i can see how many Marvel comics I've missed out on." A enthusiastic black haired girl shouted.
"I think they've stopped publishing them!" The crazy haired guy shouted back, pushing himself further up on the table so he could lean across more.
"That's a load of shit Jimmy!" Another guy had joined in the conversation now, with his body slowly sidling forward to edge closer towards the squabbling pair. He had a crazy Afro, and was grinning like an idiot. Boy he could shout..
"Um, hello.." I tried to shout, but the others carried on talking so i took a seat next to the black haired girl who was now sitting down and eating with her mouth full whilst she talked.
"Hello!" I shouted again, and the whole table turned to look at me. They looked at me up and down for a bit, before 'Jimmy' made the first gesture of sticking his hand out for me to shake.
"Hey there fellow, the name's Jimmy." Whilst he talked, i let the others shake my hands rapidly and in turn, with me having to stretch over the table to reach some hands.
"Frank. Frank Iero."
"How fancy! Welcome to the Anti-socialites." His lips stretched up into a wide grin, as he pointed to each person to let them shout their names at me.
"I'm Lindsey!" The black haired girl said, her hair tied up in some high ponytails. She was wearing her prison uniform like the rest of us, but had the sleeves rolled up so you could see dozens of colorful tattoos covering her arms. She was wearing red lipstick which suited the friendly smile painted on her face.
"I'm Patrick!" A shaggy brond (Browny blonde.) haired boy said. He was rather quiet, but had a very characteristic expression on his face. He wore his prison uniform, but had added a touch by wearing a bowler hat on his head.
"I'm Ray the frosaurus!" The curly haired boy said, wiggling his large Afro around and letting the curls bounce of his shoulders.
"And this is Pete..." Jimmy pointed to a dark haired slouched figure at the end of the table, fiddling with his fingers, and a dark expression on his face.
"Does he talk?" I murmured to Jimmy, just being heard over the loud noise. He looked back at me and rose his eyebrows, and i could see the look in his face that said: 'He doesn't like us and he doesn't like us reminding him that he has been forced to be on this table.' I just nodded back, and saw Pete flicker his glance up to mine from the corner of my eye.
"I do asshole." He hissed from the corners of his mouth, and i gulped. First time meeting everyone, and to my surprise there is an idiot here, and probably not the only one. I was now in the situation of attempting to keep my mouth clamped shut instead of getting into a fight which would resolve in a slap. At least it would be Gerard though, and i wouldn't mind him touching my face.
"That's interesting, why don't you come and join our little chat then. It's about how much of a dick you are!" I saw him get up off the table at that point, and slowly edge his way towards me. The plates on the table shook as he pushed the table to the side, and i heard a plate smash to the floor.
By now, the closer he got the more people were looking. We had attracted a whole audience watching us in silence, including the staff.
"I'd love to, but i'd prefer to smash your face in first." With ought thinking about what he said, he lunged forward with his hands clenched into a tight fist and hit around my jaw. I stumbled a bit, and brought my hand to my jaw as i kicked at his shins hearing him wince slightly.
"Your shit at fighting, and puny." I yelled as we hit and lashed at each other, not carrying that i could hear Gerard's foot steps behind me. Everyone was chanting our names as we continued to punch constantly. My jaw was aching like hell now, and i could feel my legs squirming like jelly beneath me.
"Step back boys!" I heard Gerard yell, and his arms lock around mine to tug me back. I stopped lashing out, and let my hands fall to my sides. I was tired, and couldn't be bothered to fight anymore. Next time though, i'd rip his heart out.
"Get the fuck off of me Gerard!" I screamed and kicked my legs as his grip on me grew tighter. There was a giant force of tension hanging in the room as everyone became quiet and still. There eyes were off Pete now who had already been slapped and dragged off, and now stuck on me.
"NO!" He yelled. At that point, i felt the force of his palm slap straight across my cheek and my head slam downwards. He had to do what he had to do, and when i looked back up soon after, i could see the guilt and regret in his eyes. There was such a big audience, and if he wasn't to slap me, he would of probably be at risk with his job.
Then he dragged me up onto my feet, and took me back to my cell, his grip loose on my arm. All the way there was silence, until we reached the corridor where my feet now felt numb. I trudged towards my cell, and before he put me in, he broke the deafening silence.
"I'm sorry Frank...i really am." There was the hint of pleading and honesty in his voice. I only had just met him, but i knew he was better than that, and he was hiding how he truly felt about his work.
"I'll learn to forgive you i guess." My voice was quiet, and before i let the cell door shut, and the bars separate him from me, i hugged him.
My arms fell loosely around his back as i sniffed into his shoulder. My cheek still burnt and ached as it sat on the fabric of his shirt, but i still resisted wincing. At first he didn't hug back, but soon i could feel his arms around me and gripping me back. The hug was quite long, and i pulled back a bit red, and less hurt from his actions.
"Bye Gerard." I smiled back at him as i stepped into my bed and watched his face grin through the thick metal bars.
"See you Frank." He waved, and in a short amount of time, disappeared and out of my sight. I sighed a bit, falling back onto my pillow to close my eyes and let my headache fade.
Enemy number one...

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