Zenohazard

The Newest Inmate

The small rubber ball makes slight thuds as I throw it against the wall again and again. A guard holds a Ps-H across the bars of my cell. I flick the ball at the wall just past him and grin as it bounces past his face.
"Funny one Red Robin." He chuckles as I glare at him, my smirk not leaving my cheeks.
"Do you remember the last person who called me that? Let's just say the infirmary got a new patient." He chuckles as he continues walking.
I mumble fowl language and continue with my ball.
It isn't long after that my peace is interrupted again. This time, the small door of the cell opens, and the warden shoves in a scrawny looking man through it. I eye him and the warden, shifting my gaze back and forth, before stopping it on the warden with confusion scrawled on my face.
"New guy's gonna be bunkin' with you from now on." I go to raise an argument but he cuts me off. "Don't hurt him, he's a special one in these parts now." He snickers before kicking the fallen man. He walks out the door, which is slammed shut immediately. His cuffs are still locked behind his back, they cover his entire forearm. He rolls over so his back's on the ground.
"I can take those off if-" A snap and a waft of air come from his back. He stretches his arms above his head.
"How the hell did you break out of those? I've never seen that done before..." He looks at me, but his expression is devoid of emotion. He stands up and walks to the other side of the room, his cuffs in hand. As the man sits, a small grey tail waves out of his shirt. It's long and slender. The tip is shaped as the head of a rapier. I bet that's how he uses it too. My thoughts run amuck till he speaks.
"I'm sure someone like you has the desire to live, right?"
"No, I wanna die in the hell hole. I'm a total mess, a damsel in distress if you will. Nothing beats dying with some random loser they picked up off the streets of some whore centr-" He flicks his finger at me and a small violet spark misses my thigh. He still looks emotionless but I feel his anger pressing down on me.
"Prove to me you're not a waste of air and come help me." I'm shocked by his monotone voice and blank expression. But my curiosity gets the best of me. I focus deep into his head, I know that one of my powers still work. I concentrate all my mental power, but my telepathic power is just blocked.
"I'd appreciate if you'd stop it, I'm getting tired of clearing my mind."
"So you're the one blocking my telepathic power?"
"Indeed I am, and if you don't want to help me, than just stay out of my way." I pout. I weigh my options, and shuffle over to help him. He's completely dismantled the cuffs which is surprising, being in only three minutes.
"I need an adhesive, a Philips screwdriver, and a distraction. The last one can wait for awhile but it will be needed. And another thing, I need access to the medical wing." His grocery list of mad science is confusing, but I know where to find the items.
"And what do I get for getting you this stuff?" I give him a demeaning glance; however, he's unphased.
"You don't die from what's going to come. I can't answer what that is, but you want a weapon." I try to read his head again, but no... No, a little girl appears. Only for a second, but she's there. He glares at me, but turns back to his tinkering.
"I'll help you, but first, I need answers."
"Fine, I'll comply to your terms."
I feel satisfied with our agreement. "So first off, what's your name?"
"James S. Perrowin... But you can call me Sparrow."
"Alright then, my name is Robin funny enough, but you can call me Red. Pleasure to meet you!" I stick out my hand, and he shakes it as I grin.