Endless Cycles

[Chapter 11]

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Ross and Trott were still being watched by Adam and Jordan. Besides that, everything was running smoothly. At least for a while it would be. Brandon made his way to check on Ross and Trott, hoping that they weren't giving anyone trouble.

Unfortunately, Brandon found that Adam had been the one causing trouble. He had been saying things to Ross and Trott, which was highly unusual for Adam. Brandon decided to ask him about it.

"Hey, Adam?" He asked.

"Yeah?" Adam replied.

"What's been going on with you and the prisoners lately?" Brandon hated calling them that, but he had to see eye to eye with Adam.

"Oh. Them." He sighed. "It may not seem like it, but they've been giving me trouble as well. I'm returning the favor." Brandon could tell this was an obvious lie, but he knew not to anger him.

"Oh. Of course, my apologies, just try and be a little nicer, alright?" Adam nodded.

"Yessir."

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Later that evening, everyone had gathered for dinner. Adam and Jordan sat beside Trott and Ross, and were speaking to each other. Brandon was eating with Tiffany and Ray. Recently, Ray had been helping out a lot with keeping the peace, and Brandon liked him. He was nice and funny, but really quiet sometimes.

The three were eating when it started. Adam had been giving Trott some attitude.

"Say Jordan, isn't it pointless to be watching over murderers like these?" Ross and Trott both glared at the two, and Jordan looked really uncomfortable.

"Uh... I don't think it's that bad." Jordan said, sticking up for the two. Adam rolled his eyes.

"Come on, you've gotta be kidding me! What if they had killed Ant or Tom? Wouldn't you be upset?" Jordan nodded hesitantly.

"Exactly! So why let them live?"

"Hey do me a favor and shut the fuck up." Smiffy said angrily. Adam looked at Smiffy.

"Sticking up for your murderous friends? Oh don't think I haven't noticed you visiting them all the time. You three are probably planning to kill more huh?" Smiffy growled.

"I said shut the fuck up you fucking PRICK." He said louder.

"Adam... Please... What's gotten into you?" Asked Brandon.

"Stay out of this Brandon!" Adam shouted and stood up. "Why don't you fucking say it again Smiffy." He spat. Smiffy got up as well and went up to Adam.

"You're a fucking prick you know that?" He replied and shoved Adam. Adam shoved him back, harder, and soon a fight broke out. The two had tackled each other down, Smiffy on top and Adam on the bottom. Smiffy punched him in the jaw, and Adam quickly retaliated by rolling over so Smiffy was on the bottom. During the process, his sunglasses had fallen off, revealing his golden eyes. He quickly stood up and kicked Smiffy in the side, making him wheeze in pain.

"STOP!" Brandon shouted, but Adam continued to kick Smiffy until he was almost unconscious. Adam gave him one more kick before stopping. This caused a small bit of blood to come out of Smiffy's mouth, and he passed out. And it was then that Brandon saw the exact moment Trott snapped. As soon as Adam turned around, he grabbed a fork and jabbed it into Adam's right eye.

Adam let out a shriek and fell back, pulling the fork out of his eye and covered his eye with his hand. Brandon and Jordan rushed to help Adam, while Ross and Ray got Smiffy. Brandon and Jordan brought Adam to the hospital quickly, and grabbed bandages and towels to stop the bleeding. Adam let out cries of pain.

"My eye! Oh my fucking god my eye!" He shrieked. Brandon quickly stopped most of the bleeding and quickly wrapped his eye with a bandage. He gave him some painkillers before he passed out from shock.

Afterwards, Brandon had gone to help Smiffy, who was also unconscious. He and Ray both cleaned his cuts, and Ray found he had broken a rib. They would deal with that when he woke up. While Smiffy was in the hospital, Ian and Brandon had a meeting to decide who would replace Smiffy while he was recovering.

"I think it should be Ray." Brandon said at their meeting.

"He's too quiet, and he never really speaks his mind." Brandon supposed this was true, but who else would make a good leader?

"Wait! How about Jason?" Ian asked.

"Jason?" Brandon really hadn't spoken to Jason, or knew much about him, but he supposed it would do for the time being. "Yeah he'd be a good replacement for now. You want to go tell him for me?" He asked. Ian nodded and got up, leaving the room.

Brandon sighed and stood up, deciding to go to sleep for a bit.

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After his sleep, Brandon decided to go check on Adam and Smiffy. He made his way downstairs to the hospital and noticed Trott was staying with Smiffy. He hadn't woken up yet, but then again it had only been a few hours.

"How is he?" Brandon asked. Trott nodded.

"He's alright... Still a piece of shit for starting a fight though." Trott joked, smiling a bit. Brandon smiled as well.

"I know you were sticking up for him, but you still shouldn't have stabbed somebody in the eye." Trott nodded.

"I guess you could say nobody really saw it coming." This made Brandon burst with laughter, as did Trott. They laughed about it for a few minutes before calming down.

"Oh man, it's been awhile since I've had a good laugh like that." Brandon said.

"Yeah same."

"Anyways, I'm gonna get going, I just came to check up on them. But if anyone gives you shit just come talk to me or Ian about it." Brandon pat Trott on the shoulder before making his way out.

"Hey Brandon?"

"Hm?" He looked at Trott.

"Thanks. Y'know, for not killing me." Brandon shrugged.

"I just don't want to kill... I just hope we can find a way out of this though." Trott nodded, agreeing.