Putting the Pieces Together

Chapter 2: Now It's a Party!

Lucas

Fifteen minutes after finishing my shower, my stomach grumbled, conveniently alerting me I was hungry. As I took a left at the intersection and headed down the main hallway to the mess hall, I couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty. Since Allison had occupied the bathroom we shared for three and a half hours, doing whatever the hell women do, I was forced to use the prisoner accommodations. However, there are a lot of people here and I had to throw five men out so I could have a bathroom to myself.

Damn my fucking conscience. Utterly inconvenient.

Lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel stupid when I bumped into someone at the entrance to the mess hall, sending them toppling to the floor, with me not having moved a single millimeter. Immediately putting on my usual expression that I used when dealing with gang business, I bore my eyes into the person currently on the floor.

She was a woman of medium height and probably came to the tip of my earlobe. I'm pretty short. Her platinum blonde hair encircled her in waves. Her hair glistened slightly, like a nose hair after a sneeze. She must have just showered. Judging from her clothes, she was in the sniper unit, the ones in charge of taking care of things in a hushed manner.

As she brought her head up, aquamarine met red as our eyes locked. Her eyes were like a pristine Japanese spring that you would find koi swimming in. Like a doe in headlights, she quivered under my scrutinization and how I seemed to be assessing her, a blush spread furiously over her luminous cheeks. Her pert chin trembling slightly, fear slammed into her eyes, flowing into the rest of her body. I was holding back from breaking into laughter. She was almost adorable.

I saw her training kick in, and her mind functioned on pure educated reflex. She immediately sprung up from her position on the floor by swinging her legs up in a cat-like manner. Once up, she crouched into a running position, blindly getting ready to sprint.

It was fascinating.

Looking at her glazed over eyes, I marveled at how she moved without her own consent, seeing as how it would be impossible for her to have control over her own body with her mind in such chaos. Just because she bumped into me? Who is she? What the hell is with her?

Right before she could launch her body, the back of my hand whipped across her face, shooting the girl into the direction my hand had swept her, her head flung crookedly. Her hair flew around her, getting tangled and dirty on the cold floor. Almost as if in shock, she lifted her eyes to mine and stared for a few seconds.

I'd gotten bored of her by now. And a little pissed because now the back of my hand was red, and it was extremely profound on my pale skin. My eyes rose to the clock mounted above the entrance to the mess hall. Shit, I was gonna be late. Just thinking about it made me wanna torture the bitch in front of me.

In blind anger, I rose my foot, getting ready to leave marks against her pale skin. Just as I was about to bring my foot down, Jay, head of the sniper unit, turned the corner with the currently stationed patrol. He was a fairly lax and perverted guy, but he did his job well and could stay in line so he was alright.

Now him being there would not have normally bothered my actions at all, I was allowed to punish people as I please without others questioning me. And those that do question me... Well there future ain't that bright. But when I was about to bring my foot down, it was the expression on Jay's face that halted my foot. The Jay who would make passes at any chick he saw. The guy who was probably imagining you naked with suspenders on. (Yeah, it's exactly what it sounds like). The face on him didn't even look like it belonged to him.

It twisted into an expression of pure and unblemished fear. His body started to lunge forward until his eyes landed on me. As if it physically hurt, he forced himself into a seemingly laid back stance and started to walk over with an array of emotions playing across his face.