The Hybrid

Chapter 10

We were on the boy's side of the prison, which only held two other inmates. One was an idiot who got drunk too often. The other was a rogue I found about a week ago and dragged here all by myself. He was a loud mouth with no sense of decorum.

Rouges were rare around here. I never knew why until Blue and I went to free time in the weight room. The rogue was there, bench pressing with the drunk spotting him.

The rogue tensed and nearly dropped the bar. Luckily, Denzy caught it before it fell on him.

The rogue scrambled to his feet, backing away with fearful eyes. I followed his gaze to Blue, who was smirking handsomely, showing one fang tip past his full lips.

"Y-you!"

Blue took a step forward, and the rogue scrambled back.

I put my hand on Blue's arm, the muscle taught beneath my fingertips.

"How do you know him?"

The rogue looked between us in complete fear. "I'm dead. I am so dead."

I felt Blue tense up even more, his muscles coiling, ready to spring. I jumped in front of him, putting a hand on his chest. He looked down at me with a glare that could turn ice into steam.

"Why are you afraid of him, rogue?"

"I was in a band o' five. We were making camp all peaceful like one night, and he comes out o' nowhere and sucks our leader dry. Before we rightly knew what was going on, two more o' us were dead, an' me an' one other ran. I don't know where he went, but I ran like hell and managed to get away!"

Blue's gaze shifted up over my head, most likely to try to evaporate the rogue.

"Do you kill rogues, Blue?"

He snarled, an answer enough for me.

"Why?"

He lifted my hand and ran his fingers along his chest, tracing scars. He still wore only shorts. I tried to get him to put on a shirt, but he tore the thing to shreds. If he did so with his shorts, I wouldn't be seen in public with him, and I told him as much when he looked to be taking them off. Needless to say, he kept them on.

"Rogues did that to you?"

He nodded and continued glaring at the rogue.

"Did he do any of it?"

Blue shook his head, his blue dreadlocks lifting slightly with the movement.

I grabbed one of his dreads and pulled on it. "Can I cut your hair?"

His snarl fell as he stared at me in shock. I smiled at him innocently. His jaw dropped ever so slightly.

"I mean, unless you want me to dunk your head in a few buckets of water and rip it to shreds trying to untangle this mess."

His right cheek twitched. I had no idea how to interpret that.

"Is that a yes or a no?"

He tilted his head and then lifted a hand to touch the lock of hair I was holding. I brought it in front of his eyes.

"Your hair is filthy, and I'm going to fix it whether you like it or not."

He blinked slowly at me.

"So what do you want?"

He took his hair from me and then ran his hand through my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. He shrugged and tapped my forehead with his middle finger. I frowned in confusion.