Number 501 (Needs Editing)

"Jock" Mitchell

After 304 and I parted from Allice, we walked down the long hallway just chatting it up, glancing at the other prisoners like we ran this place. I mean, we sorta did. Reckt and Dynam took advice from us most of the time. Well, me the most. 304 kinda just sits back and watch it all go down and if he has a problem he just lets me know. Who knows though, there are some points where I feel like I'm getting ahead of myself, that I'm getting too cocky. Whatever.

So 304 walked me down to my cell because I had nothing to do for today. Since my job had basically been hijacked by that Allice character. I had nothing to do. 304 joined me in my cell and we both sat down, me on the bed and 304 sat down against the wall in the corner on the other side of the room. 

"Do you find it suspicious that Reckt suddenly gives Allice this job. I had to make a statement in order to achieve what I had achieved. He didn't though. He walked in here and Reckt put him at the top of the list which I do not understand." 

304 thought for a second and replied, "Reckt is a very strange person. She's deadly at times and nobody wants to mess with her. And other times she can be the kindest person in this prison and the most understandable. And then there is the Reckt that tricks people. I think, she's testing you. You can't look at this straight on, you have to find the multiple angles from it. Now why do you think Reckt would give you this job? A job, that consists of meeting the most famous prisoner in all of the universe, the most dangerous prisoner in the universe. Why would she want that. Any reason at all, spit it out."

I thought deep and hard for a while and I noticed 304 paying attention to me just staring into thin air and just simply thinking. "Maybe, maybe she uh, she heard me talking about how I wanted to meet the guy and now she's giving me the chance?"

304 nodded, "Okay, what else?"

"Maybe, she sees my rise in reputation and she wants to see how I act around a prisoner who has the highest? Maybe, this so called prisoner 500 is a fake and actually one of Reckt's spies and she's tricking me."

304 got scooted closer to the bed and looked me in the eye. "Logan," and there it was again, the sudden memories from my past, the images of my daughter, girlfriend, and I. The thoughts running through my head and how if I would have left just a few minutes earlier, I could've saved her life. 304 continued, "no matter what you think you're going to do, or what you think you can do. There's no possible way that you, or me, or anyone in this prison will get released. I've had the same look in your eye Logan. The look that you have when you think of anything you can do to get out of this hell hole and go home to your family. I'm sorry but it's not gonna happen. At least not in this lifetime. But I swear and cross my heart to god that my next life I won't take for granted like I did this one." 

I nodded and rubbed my eyes, I could feel them become fragile. You know that feeling, when your sad and you can feel the tears coming but they don't. You can just feel them in the back of your head. That's the feeling I was having right then. 

"Remember when we were sharing information about our past a day or two ago?" I asked 304, mostly because I want to find out the rest of 304's information and where he came from and how he got here. So I asked him straight up, "Why are you here?"

"That's a long story." He told me.

"Well, my job WAS recently taken away from me, so, I have the time."

"You really want to know?" He asked me before I confirmed. 

"Of course."