matt's pov
"nice to meet you zacky. i tried asking you before, but your friend pulled you away" i smiled at the kid. he smiled back and headed out the door, to his own cell i guess. i laid down on my bunk and looked up at the ceiling. why did he come talk to me? why wasn't he afraid of me like everyone else? running my fingers through my hair, i thought about this, and smiled again. it was nice to have somebody to talk to, somebody who didn't think i was some "mutt". yea, i knew what everyone called me. i knew that the maddens treated me like some dog. they thought i was some sort of animal, that i didn't understand how they treated me. and they thought that i didn't know it was them who gave me up to the cops. i had just committed my lucky number 30, my final, at some beat down motel. i took extra care carving up this one, and it was a work of art. when i snuck out, i saw a black cadillac that wasn't there before parked a little bit down from me. i didnt think much of it, trying not to make eye contact with the guy in the passenger seat, but i slipped and looked right at him. he looked right on back, just staring. i got out of there as soon as i could, but i heard him get out of the car and go into the room. i quickened up my pace, and began running down the highway. next thing i know i was fucking surrounded by cop cars, all on account of one of them madden assholes. i shook my head. don't think about that, you'll just get angry. besides this dog will have his day, soon. i laughed to myself. for now, i'll just be happy about my new friend, my only friend.
zacky's pov
another day, another 24 hours of boredom. this day i decided to work out, i haven't worked out in a while. i headed towards the weight room, which by now was packed with inmates. brandan was doing bicep crunches, or whatever they're call. i dont lift weights....ever. the reverend was standing right beside him, just watching. their relationship was odd to me, i didn't get it. they never left each others side. do they have a "thing" for each other or what! i giggled...errr, laughed...a little bit. the madden twins were standing off in the corner, talking to this guy who i believe was mike shinoda. mike was a drug lord. he got the drugs for the twins, they sold them and gave him a portion of the profits. they were most likely talking about another deal.
i surveyed the room some more, trying to find an open station, when i found matt. he was at the bench press, with no spotter. he must've been lifting around 300 or so pounds. was he out of his damn mind! i went around and stood behind him, spotting him. he looked up at me, sweat dripping down his forehead.
"what are...you doing?" he asked between breaths.
"spotting you."
he laughed, i mean really laughed. his white teethed gleamed, and he had...dimples? i tried to hold back a grin at this childlike trait. when he smiled, the hard exterior completely deteriorated and what was left was just a boy.
"you think you'll be able to pick up 300 pounds if it falls?" he chuckled, immediately snapping me back to the present.
"well, no. but, i could try." he smiled at my response, his cat eyes beaming with happiness. i stood there next to him for a while, just talking. he was quite a talker actually, full of jokes and conversation. i guess part of that was from not talking to anyone for so long.
"so what did you want to do before you ended up here?" matt asked me, huffing with every word.
"well, i'm not sure really. i always dreamed of being a guitarist, like in a band. i know, stupid right?"
"no, not at all." he replied, placing the bar back in its holder. he sat up. "i dabbled in guitar myself some. ha, i used to pretend i was eddie van halen."
"really? do you still play?"
"nah. i mean, i was alright at it, but i was more singer material. i used to sing in a band called successful failure, before this happened," he said, waving his arms to motion his surroundings. i nodded along in agreement.
"yea, this does suck, huh?"
"ha, you bet," he sighed. i sighed along with him. if he knew jail would suck, then why did he kill 30 people?
normally i would keep stuff like that in my head, but i figured since he was fine with telling me other things about himself, maybe he'd tell me this.
"why did you kill all those people matt?"
his eyes shot up at me, causing me to jump back a bit. he looked down and took a deep breath, contemplating on what to say.
"well," he began, "i had reasons for them all." his eyes never left the floor.
"for thirty people?!" im such an idiot!
his eyes shot up again, this time glaring. "you don't believe me?" his eyes were piercing.
"mm..m.maybe i would, if it was like, i dont know, a couple, but thats just....so many," i stuttered. he straightened up a bit, scratching his head. he sat there in silence, it didn't even look like he was breathing.
"look, matt, i'm sor.."
"first one was my principle," he interrupted me," he was always a dick to me. he yelled at me for leaning on some fucking tree, so i tore them all down. when he caught me, he fucking hit me, so i stabbed the fucker. i didn't think he'd have a heart attack because of it though, so i don't even think that one counts. the next three were these guys that mugged me. all of them were people who fucked with me. then there was this one guy, he raped my sister. i had fun carving up that fucker. the last one got it the best though. see he's the one who killed my mother," his voice started to get louder,"he's the one that put her into a coma! HE DROVE HIS CAR PISS ASS FUCKING DRUNK AND HIT MY MOM HEAD ON! HE LIVED WITH ONLY A FUCKING SCRATCH AND MY MOM WENT INTO A COMA AND IS NOW DEAD! DOES THAT SOUND FAIR TO YOU!!!" by now he was standing, shouting and pointing in my face. i nearly pissed myself, and shook my head no. taking a deep breath, he looked around to see everyone was staring at him.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT!!?!!" he screamed, fuming. his face was red with anger. everyone turned around, everyone except the twins. their eyes remained locked on us. i put a hand on matt's shoulder, rubbing it in a small circle on his flesh.
"let's go get some food," i said as nicely and non-frightened as i could. i knew food would cheer him up. he nodded, taking another breath as we turned to head out of there.
however, we got no further than a couple steps; one of the maddens, i believe it was benji, whistled like how you would to a dog at us.
"hey mutt, get over here!" yup, it was benji alright, and he didn't sound too happy. matt sighed and turned around. i grew frustrated, and grabbed his arm, pulling...well attempting to pull him next to me. he's like a fucking boulder
"why do you listen to them? you could crush them, yet you let them treat you like that?"
he looked at me blankly. benji whistled again, growing more impatient. and with a smile, matt bent down next to my ear and whispered "trust me, this dog will have his day." and with that he turned around, walking over to his masters.
