The new kid is barely 17, and he already has blood bending. I'm intrigued by him cause he's a wild card. I motion him to follow me and head to the solitaire holding cells.
"Leave us, I need to talk to him, alone." the two other guards left the cell we were sitting in to talk, the even left the hallway we were in. "Hi, what's your name?" I ask, extending my left hand out. he shakes it and tells me it's Jayson. We talk for a while and even eat in the cell when the others brought is some stew.
"Hey, Gomer- that name rings a bell. did you work at hamiltons?" I start thinkin of that goofy kid that I worked with, and compare his face to this kids. It was larger than jaysons, less square and more relaxed. His face was hardened by troubles, a square jawline and he had almost no fat on him, period.
He waved his hand in front of his face dismissively, pulling me out of whatever trance I was in studying his face. "Kacie, I hoped you wouldn't recognize me, person or name. yes I'm the same kid that worked with you until you went to college to be law enforcement. Guess we both are dealing with the law now." he chuckles a little before looking me in the eyes. His eyes, they had a type of determination in them that scared me a little. I shook my head and remembered why I decided to talk to him.
"Hey, I'd like to make you a deal. I know you're a blood bender." He looked confused at that. "it's when you control blood."
"No it's not. I'm a deadman. I have branch of sin. That's what it is. what I want to know is, what are you?" He looks into my eyes with a very analytical gaze, like a mechanic picking apart his car that broke down. I blushed and pushed him away cause I was feeling very uncomfortable right now.
"Well, if you use 'branch of sin' you can call me a sin eater. I can stop the power of your blood by using my force and injecting PTC into it. My special ability makes me perfect for this job. there's twelve of us here and we all get weapons, mines a gun." I say proudly, until he bites his finger.
"Can I test that fact?" He smirks, but not a crazy one, a smirk that says that I have nothing to fear. I walk into the hallway and get in my stance.
"Okay, make a weapon." he stands and instead of a sword or a gun or anything else he makes a shard from his blood. About 5-1/2cm long and a millimeter in diameter. "What, is that. I said a weapon. you make a- a thing." He starts twirling it between his fingers and when I decide to not underestimate him, 2,000 more appear.
