The boy is mine to kill. No one else can touch him.
Best part about a closed in room lacking in windows and exterior noise. Sound carries. So when Levis dismisses the kitchen staff, telling them he wants them cleared out, Sinn'ous’s interest is caught.
There are many shadows to melt into, and it’s exactly what he does. Watching inmate after inmate exiting the kitchen. Deserting Sinn'ous and his prey, but also one other predator circling too close to another’s kill. It’s not something he will stand.
It’s a good thing there are guards around when you need one.
He drops his shoulder against the wall by one of those guards.
Cunningham stiffens, checks their surroundings, then speaks to Sinn'ous under his breath while facing away from him. “What can I do for you?”
“I need you to break that up.” Sinn'ous flicks his chin to the closed kitchendoor.
Cunningham follows his indication, then steps away from the wall. “No problem. I’m on it.”
Back to the shadows is where he goes. Because standing right by the doormightgive him away.
The wait is killing him. His fingers twitch of their own volition. Demanding they grab a blade. He humours them, and plucks out his razor, flipping it over between his fingers. Over and over. The movements are calming, working to draw his mind away from drowning in blood.
No one but me will kill him. He’s mine.
Jasper scrambles out, pale as a ghost. Looking lost and dejected.
Sinn'ous stops breathing at the green gaze that flickers to him and catches. So caught up in his prey he made a mistake andstepped forward, placing himself in the open. To be seen when his intention hadn’t been to.
There is a power at play he can’t pull away from. At least he couldn’t until the boy breaks the strings by throwing wide doe-eyes over his shoulder. tracking Levis on his departure out the side doors. And Sinn'ous is able to step back, moving away and hiding himself in a new section of shadow.
His prey is back to staring intently at the spot he’d been, and misses when Cunningham steps in, unnoticed, behind him.
“Get moving, inmate.” Cunningham commands, voice devoid of anything outside of tired resolve. Jasper jolts, takes one final look into the empty shadows, then walks on.
Two shuffled steps in and one whispered word carries to Sinn'ous’s ears. “Thank you.” It’s nothing more than a breath of air. But Sinn'ous hears it clear as if it was yelled right in his face.
While he knows he is unseen, he chooses to believe the words had been directed to him.
You’re welcome, little prey. You and I will beplayingvery soon.
13
ROGERS
To help someone kill, can it get any lower than this? Probably. Yet here he is. After conversing with Cunningham and agreeing on the night’s details. He is now in K-Wing’s monitoring room, destroying files and shutting down cameras to clear a path to medical and through to the exterior doors. The ones that will open the path to solitary confinement.
The fact that he is doing this shows how far he has fallen. But at the same time he feels bad for not feeling bad about it. Because why should he? Who in their right mind would defend a Nazi, they may call themselves Whytes but everyone knows the truth.
And yeah, maybe he’s just saying that so he doesn’t feel like shit for doing this. It’s not as though he has much of a choice. It’s his life or their lives. He’s not stupid, he knows if he wasn’t useful to Sinn'ous he would be dead.
The camera facing the officer assigned bathrooms flash when Williams steps into it, bathroom door shutting silently in the no-audio camera feed.
Damn it. Their window of time is closing in. He clicks a camera back on. The one for the exterior of the M-Wing, where you can see in through the large, half wall of reinforced glass to medical.
Shit. He should have gone with Cunningham’s job to shut off A-Wing’s cameras and the conjoining corridors, then use the individual cell buttons in the monitoring room to open Sinn'ous’s cell. If he was then wouldn’t have to be here, staring at a tiny square screen watching a blurred figure hunched over astruggling blur on a medical bed. Sinn'ous could be stabbing or strangling for all the good the camera shows. Either way, it’s very clear the one underneath is struggling and losing spectacularly.
And the cameras’ on K-Wing’s corridor show Williams’s slow approach. He’s already cleared one of the three doors locking off that part of the prison from inmates. Which is a good thing, it means it’s taking Williams longer to get back here, where he is supposed to be monitoring K-Wing. Because Rogers was assigned to solitary tonight. Which is part of the reason why they are doing this tonight.
Another part is Thomson being on a rare leave of absence, otherwise there would be no way Rogers could get past Thomson without his friend seeing right through the bullshit.
“Finally.” He breathes when the camera shows Sinn'ous leaving medical.
