"Oi!" a voice spoke from the other side of the room, "Gerard…you little snitch. Such a shame that Frank didn’t believe what you said! Did you honestly believe that I was actually asleep?"
The figures eyes darted open with the black pupils disappearing completely as they stood up and walked over to face Gerard.
"T-Tony…" Gerard mumbled, "I-I'm sorry…."
"Evil, eh?" Tony muttered, "you think I'm evil?"
"No!" muttered Gerard, "no…I-I j-just…"
"Hm…" Tony interrupted, "You're the strangest cell mate that I've ever had…"

Gerard looked up to him, from his strong hands tattoos snaked up his arms to his neck and chest where more wrapped around and creeped up the back of his neck and down his spine, all a matter of colours that where hidden in the dim light. He towered above Gerard with his fists clenched and his greying hair and beard shrouded in the shadows of his hoodie that he kept pulled over his head. His tracky bottoms trailed onto the floor, hiding a pair of old worn trainers. His breath stunk of booze and his jacket of weed as he wrapped his fingers around Gerard's collar.
"S-sorry…" Gerard muttered.
"And what else did you say that I had?" Tony tilted his head to the side, "Did you say I had a knife?"
"Um, wel-"
"I do have a knife Gerard. Do you know what's strange though?"
Gerard shook his head.
"I've never been in custody with such a pathetic looking wimp as you." he whispered to his ear, letting go of Gerard with just the one hand and fishing around in his pocket.
"You're just such an easy victim Gerard…"

He lunged forward with the knife pointing towards Gerard, it shone as he waved it around madly above him before dashing towards Gerard. Gerard scrambled away and fell as he reached the bunk beds, glancing upwards to see a crazed Tony advance towards him with eyes mad and flickering and hands trembling slightly as he pointed the knife to Gerard and moved forward slowly.
Gerard leapt to his and scaled the ladder to the top bunk, crawling to the corner and covering himself with the thin grey covers. He felt the creak of the ladders as Tony followed up to the top bunk and smelt the alcohol bounce off of him. Through the covers Gerard could see the figure advance towards him with the knife still shining directly at him.
"You can't hide know Gerard…" he whispered raising the knife in the air preparing to bring it down on Gerard.

He screamed, a scream of pure terror that etched its way through the air and escaped through the tiny gaps in the walls to the outside free world. Without glancing Gerard kicked his leg out, flinching a little as it connected with Tony and sent him flying off of the bunk bed. He hit the concrete floor with a thud and a large crack ran out across the room. Gerard eventually managed to peer over the edge of the bed to see Tony sprawled out across the floor twitching slightly. The knife still lay on the bed next to him and Gerard picked it up and slipped it into his pocket before an army of police officers thundered down the stairs.

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"I think it's best if we move you to another cell Gerard…." a police officer spoke as they led Gerard out of the cell and across the hall. They took the huge mess of keys and threw him into another cell. This one smaller with just one bed , damp walls and still a rough concrete floor.
"I didn’t mean to hurt Tony…" Gerard pleaded as they locked the metal gates from the outside.
"Well…." the police officer stated, "Let's just be thankful that he's still alive. You'll be staying here by yourself until you are trialled. Okay?"
"Yeah…" Gerard replied as he moved his hand gently over the edge of the knife, smiling gently as they walked out of his sight. "yeah. That's okay…"

Notes

Um hey...only 2/3 chapters left after this. They should be written in a few days. I'm not too sure on what I think of the ending but I hope that it'll be okay. :) x Thanks.
-Lou