It would be lethargic, if the threat of death wasn’t looming in the air.
Rogers jumps off the bridge and hopes the fall is cushioned and not by his death. “It’s that inmate, isn’t it? What’s his name? Izz? That’s what they all call him, no?”
Sinn'ous rolls to his side, propping his head in his palm. “I think I fucked up.”
Damn, so they’re really doing the sharing thing.
“How?”
“Went to kill that fucker Vince, then Izz walks in, and I stopped.”
Okayyy. He isn’t seeing the issue in that.
Sinn'ous continues, dark eyes cold as death. “And now I can’t stop thinking about it. About blood and killing. And . . .killing.” The last word is emphasised in what could be pain, like beingdenied a murder is literally hurting. “If I go back like this I won’t be able to stop myself.”
“You’d kill Jasper—Izz?” He guesses.
Sinn'ous just flops back over, going back to staring at the ceiling.
Rogers settles back into the chair that digs into bones he didn’t know he had. “Do you want me to take you to solitary for the night? ‘til the adrenaline wears off and you pull yourself back under control?”
It’s a long time waiting for a response. To the point where he’s sure he’ll end up spending the night here while Sinn'ous lies on the floor burning holes in the ceiling with his glare. Until the Satanic inmate finally answers.
“I think that might be wise.”
50
SINN'OUS
They call him aserial killer.He is not. And never will be. The word taints his mouth in a froth he’d sooner spit into sewage. He killed the last person to say it to his face. He doesn’t give a shit what they say behind his back—let them talk. But to his face—let them die.
In here, he’s killed less than the rumours suggest. How those grew into in depth tales is beyond control. Not that he cares, let them talk. Let them spread their fear.
So why then did he stop?
It’s a question that has been rattling around inside his skull since he was thrown in The Hole hours ago. Yesterday? Days ago?
Shit. He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t lose track of time. But for the life of him he couldn’t tell you how many hours or days have passed of him pacing this narrow as fuck box of a closed in cell.
An old metal bunk is wall to wall on one end. If he were to lie on it he’d have to bend his knees to fit. No sheet. No pillow. A mattress that looks like a child sized slice of plastic.
Cracks are spider webbing through the walls. Chunks of wall missing in handpicked patterns. A patchwork of mismatched concrete concealing any holes that grew too wide for the guards’ liking.
Toilet is a one and all. Hole to shit in at the bottom. Sink on top for all your bodily hygiene and hydration needs. A small gathering of wilting toilet paper sits in an indent in the metals side. Looking all the world as if it went for a swim in the bowl then climbed up there to dry off.
And the door at his back, while he paces the two steps to the bunk, is solid and scuffed. Grooves run its length, an awfully close resemblance to the thickness of cuffs. Years of cuffed men trying to scratch their way out, metal cuffs verse solid whatever-the-fuck the door’s built of.
And the only access point for the lights of the corridor to seep in is the hatch that’s remained closed his wholevisit.And a slot by the floor to slide in a tray that has likewise been shut tight.
His stomach lacking any fighting demands for food means little to nothing. He has gone many days where he’s lacked any drive to eat, and his body hadn’t told him he craved anything.
Locked in The Hole. His love for the hunt. Love for the kill. Has led him here. Where he can cool down, punch some walls, and not kill in front of Izz. He’s worked too hard for too long to throw it all away on a meaningless kill.
Ha,meaningless kill.Did he ever think that would be something he ever said?
Something inside him has shifted. And he can’t stop it from growing roots and digging in.
Spending a night in The Hole shouldn’t come as a time of self-reflection. It never has before—being alone. Self-reflection isn’t something he does. He embraces who he is, and apologises to no one over it. But his stay here has brought up all sorts of issues he needs to face, ones he has spent all his time avoiding.
