Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

I see the world in black and white. I guess I've always been that way. You’re either an asshole, or you’re not. There’s no bullshit sitting on the fence about it. In this shithole, well, I’m avoided. Few acquaintances, few challengers. It’s nice. The quiet; Except every now and then some asshole tries to assert their dominance, pick on the little guy. Yeah, I get it, I'm fairly short, but hey, it's hardly stopped me in life. No need to be a dick about it.

I pull my feet up onto the hard, cold chair and wrap my arms around my knees, pulling them in tight. That’s when I notice him. The fragile looking guard standing in the corner accompanied by a higher chief, most likely ignoring every word that comes out of the man’s mouth. Must be new, which is a rarity for this place because I see the same string of faces every single day. It's kinda nice sometimes to look at something different for a change. Especially when that new face is pretty. He stands there, head down, hiding behind a curtain of black, eyes fixed to his shining, polished black shoes, wringing his hands together. The poor baby looked nervous, scared even, and out of place amongst the typical brute hired to keep us animals in check. After a few moments I tear my gaze away to look at the clock; The bell should go any minute.

10... The baby boy looks up and meets my eyes... 9... I hold his focus, a smirk pulling at my lips. 8.... He reasserts his posture, probably crawling under his skin. 7.... I wink at him. Laughing under my breath. 6.... A blush rises on his cheeks, his breath speeding up. 5.... He glances at the clock, only for a second, before his eyes meet mine again. 4... He looks away, his eyes nervously racing around the room. 3.... I raise from my seat and drop my arms down at my sides... 2... I slowly walk towards the officer still rambling on next to the boy. 1.... The bell sounds and shrieks as inmates shuffles towards their nearest exits.

“Eager are we Iero?” Officer Gates raises his eyebrows at me in suspicion. I never much liked him, he could probably say the same for me in all honesty however, in my years here we’ve always shared each other’s company in mutual respect. But he’s still an asshole, and so much fun to play with. Messing with him is like being a little kid again that's told "Don't press the big red button." But that niggling urge is just irresistible.

“No sir. Just tired..” I look at the baby boy who can't be any more that 21 I think to myself. His eyes so young, sweet, innocent. Just begging to be ruined.

“And real, real hungry.” He looks up at me uncomfortably, leaving me to smirk as Gates drags my ass to my cell once again.

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“Leave the boy alone would you? I know you can't help yourself but this time it's different, the poor kid shouldn’t be in a place like this, certainly nowhere near you. No doubt he'll realise that pretty soon and go someplace else. But in the mean time, keep your distance, Iero” Gates blabbers as he locks the steel bars, locking me in for the night.

“Since when were you a fan of playing babysitter? Anyway, he’s cute, fresh. He’ll be fun.” I say out of the side of my mouth. The other side is holding a cigarette firmly in place as Gate's puts his arms through the bars and lights it for me. They let us have them in here. I never questioned it, but Gates says most of us are gonna be in here for life, so he couldn't give a shit what we do as long as none of us our on drugs. Which obviously still fucking happens. A lot. But I think he kinda just ignores it.

"Since it became my job to keep innocent, defenseless idiots away from sadistic monsters." He challenged, glaring at me from behind the safety of the metal bars. You see, Gates is weak. He knows to only say this shit when I can't do anything about it and he can't get hurt. But trust me, if those bars weren't there he'd start getting all sweet and sickly all of a sudden, I'm telling you.

"Oh, huh, I'm sorry I'm just a little- a little choked up. Excuse me. I just- I-I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." I feign shock and rest my hand on my heart.

“I mean it Iero. Or I’ll have you in solitary.”

I jump to my feet, throwing myself at the gate and wrapping my fingers around the rusted steel bars, cigarette abandoned of the floor, gritting my teeth at the cowardly man before me. “You can't fucking do that Gates!” I yell, shaking the bars as hard as I could, causing Gate's to jump back, quickly reasserting himself.

“Watch me.”

Notes

Hey! So this is new and I got a little bored. This could either be really bad an end up getting deleted after a few months or I'll just roll with it and see what happens. I've already got an ending planned out but if this goes well that shouldn't be for ages. I'd love feedback so comment if you can!