I sat in the tenebrous tattoo parlour whilst a festooned woman affixed ink into my arms, her hair in dreadlocks and her sternum peirced. Today is the last time I would have to sojourn in this place. All the artwork I needed was imprinted in my skin, taking me a step closer to my superlative plan. The buzzing in the background ceased as the woman sat back and admired her masterpeice which enshrouded my whole torso and my arms.
" That's it, can i just yanno look at it for a minute."
" Your the artist."
" You're telling me you are just gonna walk out of here and I'm never gonna see it again?"
" There's a good chance of that, yes."
" Most guys yanno for their first one start small, moms, girlfriends initials,something like that."
She leaned back and sighed.
" Not you, you get a full set of sleeves all in a couple of months. Takes guys a few years to sum up the courage to do that."
" I don't have a few years."
Shrugging on my top I paid the woman who was still gawping at me in veneration and I propel myself from the dingy parlour door in haste to get to my apartment. After all I still had so much I needed to do.
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Prison break in the eyes of Michael
FanfictionThis is basically a rewrite of the bewildering TV series Prison Break in the eyes of Michael Scofield himself. Hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it. please comment all opinions appreciated.
