I had never felt this rage in my life. This sickening, overpowering hate. The will to hurt, to torture, to kill.
He was laid out in front of me, wrists chained to the chair. His eyes were shot through with fear, and that gave me sick satisfaction. He killed my brother. My sweet, innocent brother who was scared of moths and read comic books and wanted to be an artist and helped me do my maths homework and –
He had to pay.
I had knives at my disposal, and many of them. Long blades, short cruel points and precision tools. Some stolen from the kitchen, a few taken from Gerard’s cutting stash. It seemed only fitting that they should be used. He was shivering now, his whole body shaking in terror. I allowed my face to give no trace of pity, because truly I felt none.
I started slowly. Carving long tracks across smooth skin canvas. It was almost beautiful. But quickly my impatience got the better of me, and the controlled marks turned to angry, rushed slashes down his torso. All the while he was screaming, begging through his gag. It made me laugh softly, remembering all the times I had found my wailing brother trapped in a locker or bathroom stall.
Not enough.
Words, I decided. Words, so his family would know his crime. Words so that god would know to send him straight to hell. Murderer. Monster.
He passed out. This irritated me; I wanted him to feel the pain. I slapped him, and his eyes shot open. Despair, so much fear. I revelled in it.
The blood on my hands finally snapped me out of this trance. Red on alabaster white. The horror of what I had done. All of this head rush to the soundtrack of police sirens getting closer, closer…
FUCK NO JESUS NO I’M SORRY
Mikey took some deep breaths. That scene always visited him in his dreams, and never failed to shock him. Slowly, he sat up in his uncomfortable prison bed and reached for a smoke, carefully ignoring the grunting and screaming next door. And he thought his neighbours in Belleville were noisy.
Escape is organised, well planned and carefully executed. He had to take his time, or whatever time he had to spare. He needed help with this one, as much as he hated to admit it. Steeling himself, he strolled into the cell next door.
(in free time cells were left open, but because he was antisocial and because he hated everyone Mikey usually stayed put)
To his relief, they were sat in separate bunks.
“Dan, Phil, I need a favour.”
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“ah, Mikey, my favourite sociopath” Dan smiled, laced with heavy sarcasm and tiredness.
“yeah okay cut the crap, this is serious. If you two could keep your minds on something other than fucking for two seconds that would be ideal” I snarled. Now I had their attention. Phil sat in his chair, and Dan sat attentively on the floor by his side. I would never understand him, like a dog sometimes but still he seemed to know everything that was going on.
“My brother is in danger. That means I want out of this fine establishment.” I kept my tone as business like as I could. Phil smirked.
“oh yes? How exactly do you plan to do that” he asked. He ran his hand through Dan’s hair, and Dan lifted his head to the touch. He leaned up and whispered something in Phil’s ear.
“I need a distraction.” I told them, keeping it brief. This made me uncomfortable, the way they were. Like I wasn’t a part of the conversation. Like they knew more than I did. It unnerved me.
Phil seemed to consider this for a while. We sat there, in a three way silence, but it still felt like they were talking behind my back. Finally, Phil spoke.
“we’ll help you. But you know Mikey, you get nothing in this world for free….” Phil tailed off, smiling in a sinister manner. This much I was expecting, you don’t get many favours in prison.
“and what exactly do you want in payment?” I asked coolly, keeping my face clear of emotion. They looked at eachother once, then turned to me. It was creepy as fuck.
“your body for one night.” Dan replied.
Shit.
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“I’m not a fucking prostitute” I stood up and shouted. They remained relaxed.
“all’s fair in prison Mikey. You want something, you have to trade for it.” Phil lazily replied, seeming disinterested by the whole event. Dan was still staring at me, but now I noticed he was staring slightly below the waist…
I think I gagged slightly.
“what do you even want me for when you two have sex all the fucking time?” I asked. And I was genuinely confused.
“we like to mix things up sometimes. And you’re very pretty Mikey” Phil commented as Dan slowly inched towards my leg. This couldn’t be happening.
“you might even enjoy yourself” Dan said in a low tone. He placed a hand on my thigh. That was it, I turned around and left as fast as I could.
“you’ll come back. And you know that.” Shouted Phil. I walked faster, shaking now.
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Dan and Phil had the ability to create a very big distraction. To my knowledge, they were the only people with the ability. I needed their help. The others would play along if they were on board, and I could get out of here quickly. Out there, free from all of this. Away from this crowd.
And Gerard was in danger…
Already regretting my decision, I stood up, opened my cell door
And went next door.

Notes

is it bad that I enjoyed writing this chapter? ren here, and as requested another Mikey chapter. you have the anti-black flag to thank for the details about the scarring. and hey, dan and phil have appeared! I feel really bad for Mikey sometimes. enjoy the chapter and please comment to tell me what you liked because as you can see it influences the story. bye! ^-^