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What they say...; Closed
Topic Started: Oct 6 2005, 10:08 PM (189 Views)
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Burning feet clacked against the metal sheet steps. Another pair and another standing beside the origional feet on either side. It was a thunderous march to the silent wing of the block where only the most dangerous were left to live...if you could call it living. The flanked pair of boots didnt even try to hide the man that wore them, his face showed to be lively only in this glow of the florescant lights. He stood head and shoulders above the specially trained guards, they thought they were better then him and wanted to make sure none of the prisoners would hurt him, silly men refused to think he was a strong meta...or even a meta.

His shadow cast through the bars on every cell on the lesser prisoner block, the ones that escape was doubtful of anyways. Most prisons have something like it, though the common term is 'minimum security'. The smart ones moved away from his shadow in their cell as if the lesser of him could destroy them by a mere touch. The dumb ones moved forward and hooted. The guards banged their staffs against the bars to back them off but the lead man paid no attention to these weaklings. His interest was cast deeper inside the complex, a place where daylight rarely touched the earth.

The large metal door was made out of the strongest material known to all of meta kind, impossible to smash down but it swung open in front of him going inwards, thats when the two guards stopped and shouldered their rifles. What was inside here not even they would go to. Inside was a seperate unit of guards, old models modified to be loyal to the prison warden and made to be stronger then even the newest versions that had been made in the last great battles for meta kind.

Powermen some still called them, used here as the first line against the strongest meta prisoners because they were tough, discardable and more importantly gave all the inmates an impression of fear from their cold metal eyes. The prisoners here lived in five by eight cells, contained and weak, most fed through tubes and washed through tubes never even let walk. It was here where the man was supposed to go. At the end, the farthest cell from the world outside, a single fold out chair was waiting for him there. It was the old crappy kind painted an ugly green, painted so horribly that the chips were starting to fall off giving it a yellowish look.

The inmate he was there to talk to waited in the dark his restraints long desintigrated from power or time. Only the power dampeners and impossible to reproduce metal cell kept him from leaving. The man sat down on the chair and leaned forward picking up the phone receiver on his side with the extra long cord. A similar one was in the prisoner's cell, he was allowed to have the cord simply because if he strangled himself it would be no loss to anyone.

"You know why I am here?" The man whispered through the receiver, it was almost a secret, to see how good the hearing of the prisoner was.

"Of course." The prisoner's reply was brief and too in a quiet tone, presumably for his visitor's benifet, he so rarely got visitors.

"So are you going to tell me or is this a waste of my time?"

"Tsk tsk, you cant just start off like that. Where is the small talk? You cant just walk in and demand things, didnt they teach you anything before?" The prisoner was well versed, articulate challenging the man in a different tongue then the one he had thought the prisoner here would use.

"Small talk isnt what I am here for, you know what I want here correct?"

"That must have been what she said."

"Say that again?" The man was confused, angry and confused. The prisoner was trying to play him, toy with him until he left without the answers he was looking for. It was bad to let the prisoner get to have control over the conversation but for now it had to do.

"It must have been what she said, when the men took her, when they ruined that precious bed for you by claiming her first. By breaking her seal if you will." The prisoner was trying to get at the man, surely it was obvious to even the dumbest onlooker (if there were any that is) and it was starting to bother the man. He did his best not to let it show surely but in the end it just didnt seem like an iron face.

"My personal life is not your concern. I am here to ask you what you kno-"

"I know where he is, I know what is going to happen. I certainly hope you die before then, I would hate to see you be tortured anymore. You are a handsome man you know, surely another wench would take you."

"That isnt the point here."

"Oh isnt it? You think being successfull here will make her come back to you, it wont happen my dear friend."

"I am not your friend, nor do I hope to be now. This is your last chance, I suggest you tell me where he is."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that. Dont start away now, I do have something you should know." The man had stood up, had started to walk away. He didnt stop however he just slowed down slightly, a pause in his step ot make it known he was listening yet uninterested. "He isnt who you should be worried about. The one you should be worried about is far closer a pity you cant see past your own nose."

The man spent no more time talking to a prisoner in the H-block. He promptly left having the guards on the other side of this wing let him out and he traveled to the car where his compainion complete with a half ash cigarette in his mouth turned and dared to ask.

"Get what you need?"

"No...just the same old crap."
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