Life On The Murder Scene

I rubbed my eyes and sat up on the rusty iron headboard. I hadn't been asleep to long as it had been obviosu to see that it hadn't gotten any darker outside, and Gerard's footsteps could be heard trodding across the hallway. I couldn't see him, which kind o frustrated me, but i could hear his soft breathing and keys dangling down from his jacket. I laughed, wondering what he was up to right now.
My legs swung over the side of the ebd, so they were dangling off the floor. I felt lightheaded and breathy in this crammed, desolate and empty room. I had always been unfortunate with the scenery i lived in, even at home. Now this was on another level, and i certainly didn't want to live with this for years ahead. My body slumped back against the wall, and i let the whole ringing in my body take over.
I really wanted to talk to those guys more, especially Jimmy. He was enthusiastic, and that's one thing i'm sure i'll be able to put up with. Pete however was a different story. He was just a naturally full on jerk, from the moment i saw him at the end of the table. I didn't want it to be stuck on my mind because he wasn't worth it, but there was something about him which bugged me extremely. Why was he so aggressive and looked so insecure? Surely he had been affected someway or another, probably the reason why he was here.
The same goes for the rest of them and their weird personalities. They were all kind and friendly, Patrick seemed the same too, just a bit shy. Maybe they were hidding things though like Pete had been. After all, they had been sent here for some reason or other, and it probably involved assualt, injury or murder. I couldn't react to it now with so many thoughts going through my mind. So what if they did bad things? I know it's hard for me to process them being criminals, especially right now, but should everyone be forgiven?
With all these thoughts clouding my brain, i didn't realize the time. It was starting to grow dark outside from the moon creeping up behind the bars of my cell window. I could still here Gerard pacing the hallways, his shoes tip-tapping on the floor. I smirked to myself, and began to fiddle around in my suit pocket for the keys i stole earlier. Yes, you guessed it! Whilst i was hugging Gerard, i managed to steal his keys, the ones to his handcuffs. I'd always wanted to be part of the police, so that's how i knew what keys to get that fit cuffs. Seems like that aspiration payed off.
What better to do with these keys then put them to some good use to get Gerard back for that slap earlier. After all, it would be pointless if i stole the keys to not use them for anything. I heard the patter of footsteps once again as i stepped across my cell to the barred doors. I saw him from the corner of my eye coincidentally coming towards my way, daydreaming and lost in his thoughts. Flicks of his messy hair were running over his face, as he attempted to push them away creating a tall quiff on the top of his head. I held back a little giggle, watching him reach my cell and turn his head, and mind out of his thoughts.
"Let me out." I said when he reached me, and i shook on the bars a bit pouting my lips.
"What are you doing?" Gerard asked sleepily as he opened the lock to my cell.
"I'm bored." I yawned, and pushed passed him to where he was walking about at the open storage cupboard.
"You know i need a valid reason." He came up next to me and crossed his arms. In the dark he looked very attractive, with his messy hair sweeping over one eye, and the brown of his eyes glistening in the moonlight that came in. A slight smile was stretched out on his lips as he lent on the door hinge.
"I just wanted to chat...then i'll go." He nodded and i began to look at what he was doing. "Fun job eh, sorting out this stuff?" I gestured to the pile of mess sitting in the cupboard.
"Well Frankie." The nickname made my body flush when it ran off his toungue so easily. "We tend to get some pesks who manage to raid the cupboard and try this stuff out for themselves."
"Try what out?" He lent further into the cupboard and fished out some silver handcuffs.
"Some of the prisoners get sexually frustrated you see...and sometimes they need some of these 'toys' to cover it." I laughed as he swung the cuffs around his fingers. If i wasn't to get some action in the next twenty years here, i'd certainly do anything to get my way.
"Us officers are allowed to us them whenever though." He continued.
"I bet you prefer to use them for different purposes though."
" Frank i-" He blurted out.
"Is that why you became a patrol officer? So if you were allowed to keep any toys here, you could try them out in bed." I smirked.
"How about no."
"How about you go back to bed?" I snatched the cuffs from his grasp, and in one movement, locked them around my wrists.
"Have fun trying to find the keys to secure them."
"What keys?" I grinned evily, pulling out a ring of keys from my back pocket and dangling them in the air.
"How did y-"
"Hugs can be useful for very different things Gerard." I laughed playfully, beggining to head back to my cell. I sat on my bed by the rusty headboard, and began to secure myself to it.
"A little help here!" I called when he came to the doorway with his mouth gaping open.
"I'm not helping you."
"Fine then, i'll do it myself." I sassed, and began to secure the chains to the bed post a bit more.
"And what's going to come of this?"
"Oh, just the whole prison finding out you have a kink with cuffs and batons." His face flushed red, and he stumbled back a bit.
"Y-you wouldn't dare."
"Oh, i would!" And with that said, i clamped the cufs tight and positioned myself on the bed, legs splayed out.
"Your such a dick head..." He muttered.
"Oh, cursing at prisoners. I bet the other officers would be so proud of you right now." My voice was set to a jokey tone as i kept my eyes locked on his.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked seriously.
"Because of the cafeteria incident...and this." I turned my cheek a bit to display the harsh red mark that grew on it. I heard him curse again and drop his head into his hands.
"Go on, pick up that baton and try again." He picked it up, but not to hurt me. He just held it at his waistline and sighed.
"Frank i-"
"Gerard...what on earth are you doing!" His head snapped round as we both spotted Hayley, stock still and staring at the both of us.
And the baton clashed to the floor....

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