Lockdown. [Youtube Fanfiction]

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: The Masked Man and Ex-Pilot

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-The Late Nighters-

Cry placed the mask over his face, pulled the string behind his head, and let it go. A loud snap sounded through the cell as the string smacked against his head, before it stayed in placed. The masked man rubbed the area the strap had snapped against.

"So, you guy's find out about the new guy?" Cry asked the group that blocked the entrance of his cell, so no one could see his hidden face. There were shakes of heads and murmurs of "No"s as responses. Sighing in frustration, he stood and pushed the group ahead and away from his cell, signaling that he was done.

Why was gathering information on prison mates so hard? It should be relatively easy, especially when you can get anything out of anyone, with just a threat of a fist. It seemed no one knew anything yet, though. That didn't do for Cry. It didn't work in his favor at all. He needed to know everything about everyone in this prison.

The only exception is the smuggler, but that's only because no one knew anything about him either. Who he grouped with, what his name was, why he was here. Nothing. That didn't do either. Cry accepted the fact that he would know nothing about him after about a year. The smuggler was just a mysterious man. Hops in when he needs to make deals, and fades out when he's done. Like he only exists for the soul purpose of smuggling deals.

Cry had to respect him for that. He wished he had that ability. But he can't just... disappear. Everyone either wants to pick a fight, or get more information from him. Of course, the wish to gather information from Cry was futile. He would never give anyone the things he knew. That would mean his power would be drained. Blackmailer was what he was. He was proud of it. His power kept him sane in the prison. Plus other things, but mostly his power... and friends. Can't forget about his friends.

There was Snake, the bronze of the group. Someone went against them? Snake would probably drive their head into the wall. Then there was Russ and Jund, the two planners. They'd plan when to get the person, how, and see how their victim's schedule worked, making it easier to plan everything. Who could forget about the tricksters Pewds and Ken? The two could lure anyone into a trap, either with a flirt (depends on the prison mate), a one-sided threat, or a bluff. The leader. All groups need a leader, yeah? If not, they have multiple leaders. Sometimes that won't work, but they make things work.

The Late Nighters have only one leader though. Who is that? Cry, of course. He's the bronze, mixed with a trickster, planner, and just intimidating in all. Who could go up against a man with a mask? No one. Yes, exactly. Except for idiots. Especially the one with the Horse mask, but Cry welcomes him. They're... friends, you could say. Friends yet enemies. No, not frienemies. That's a stupid word. Well... at least to Cry.

Just like the smuggler, no one knew shit about Cry, The Late Nighters are the only exception. No one knows the basics of him, or the shit they need to know. Why was he in prison? No one knows. What the fuck was his actual name? Nope. Nothing. They don't know what his face looks like either. He could go around, mask less, without being bothered or threatened. Why? Because no one knows it's him. The people who knew (outside of The Late Nighters)? They were probably dead by now.

His face will always be hidden, it has to be, no one is allowed to know what he looks like. They just... can't. It'd make him feel exposed, vulnerable... weak. He has never felt weak in his life. If it didn't happen outside, it won't happen in prison. Because if you want power, you can't seem weak. That wouldn't be right. It wouldn't make sense. Weaklings shouldn't be in control, they shouldn't have power. That's how Cry thought. That's how he worked.