Aftertaste [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8 :: Got Hoco?

Trust the Lord with all your heart. Don't depend on your own understanding. Remember the Lord in everything you do and he will give you success. Proverbs 3 : 5-6
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LOGAN'S P.O.V.

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"I'LL KILL YOU, ya bloody half breed! I'll kill you with me bare hands!" I pulled on the string of my ID tag which was attached to my shirt pocket, and the guards came running in. It was just in the knick of time too; the brute had pulled me across the metal table by my collar and was just about ready to start wringing me by the neck.

Two guards restrained him but he wriggled and writhed with all his power to break free from their grip so that he could have at me. They were just about to take him away but I motioned for them to stop. They paused at the door and pivoted with the jailbird between them so that he was facing me. I walked up to him and looked over his coarse appearance.

This guy was truly the definition of scum of the earth. He emitted a pungent odor of urine, cigarettes, and improper hygiene. He had a rugged face: five o'clock shadow, bad, rough skin, and his teeth were rotten in his head. I stepped forward once more so that my nose was level with his crooked one. Then he suddenly lurched forward just enough so that it made me flinch back in surprise.

He let out a low gruff laugh. "Not so tough now are we, pretty boy?" My heart was pounding and my cheeks were burning with anger and embarrassment. I smirked. I knew I had something that would really boil his blood.

With an apathetic glare I said, "I just have one more question for you, mate." I paused. "Do you...know the Muffin man?"

"You bloody twit!" He was growing angrier by the second which meant that I had done my job and thus, we were even. He made another lunge at me but I signaled to the guards that it was time for the puppet to be put back in his box; I was done playing.

Satisfied with my handy work haha - did you catch that puppet pun? No? Okay -I beamed happily with my arms folded, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet as they dragged the convict out the door.

He tossed me a final glower and I gave a little wave of the hand as I said, "Bye-bye, Connie. Nice chatting with you." I gave a wink. Then he was gone. I could hear remnants of his rancid language as he shouted all the way down the hall and to his cell.

I sat down and pulled my black ballpoint pen from behind my ear, and my yellow legal note pad from underneath my chair. I tapped the pen to my chin. "Hmm..." I chuckled to myself as I began to jot down anything clever that came to mind.

Just then, the door swung open and in stepped one of the guards. "Hey Logan." He gave a wave which I returned with a head nod. "Sup Mitch." "I got a partner for ya. This way you won't have to deal with these lunatics alone."

I laughed. "Yay. Who's the lucky victim?" He peered out the door and around the corner. "Here she comes now." He stepped to the side and in walked another guard with the person I'd be working with. "Logan, this is-" "Berlin?" "Logan?"

The guards look at each other, then us, then back at each other in confusion. "You two know each other?" "I leaned back in my chair and grinned deviously as I tapped my fingers against the cold metal table. "We...may have met once or twice." She smiled at me to let me know that she had caught on and I winked in response.

"Well then," Mitch clapped his hands together and then rubbed them together, "I'll leave you two to it. But remember. You're here to speak with the inmates. Play chess with them, keep them company, not to aggravate them. Logan, I am talking to you."