Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 41 | Vultures

My breath was visible in front of my face. A combination of the October air and the smoke in my lungs. It wouldn't matter if we were in deep snow. They still throw us in the court yard to force us to get out our energy and angst. For some, they just need to get in a small fight and for others, the tongue of another inside their mouth will suffice. I'll take either honestly, but a cigarette works just the same.

Angelo and Chris were sat across from me. When I first came here, they had no problem kissing each other in front of anyone else. Now, they act like their relationship is nonexistent. It's the safer option but it's pathetic to watch. Chris got here because he has an issue with control. As I'm sure you can imagine, not having it drives him insane. His anger will just keep boiling up. I just hope I'm not the one he lets go on. Supposedly we're getting some new meat though. Maybe they can take on some abuse.

Ryan sauntered over, jumping up on the table to take a seat. "You have a light?" He asked me. I nodded and handed him my lighter. He sparked up the smoke in his mouth, taking a drag, "Thank you."

"Yeah," I replied, "You know anything about the newbies?"

He chuckled as he laid back, "Why do you think I would know anything you don't?"

"Because you're you." I responded.

After taking another pull from his cigarette, he said, "Vultures." Ryan pointed up to the sky he was looking up at. It was mostly smog and winter clouds, but there were certainly vultures circling the dim sun.

"Is that the most I'm going to get from you?" I asked as I put out the smoke in my hand. I'm trying to ration but I couldn't help myself today. New people put me on edge. You never know what kind of trouble they'll bring with them.

"It's just two guys anyways. First one is ex-spec ops. He started using his military skills to rob banks. He had accomplices but apparently they're so dangerous together they all had to be sent to different prisons. The other one is a goddamn psychopath. They wanted to send him to the psych ward at John Hopkins but apparently the judge thought it was a waste of resources."

I scoffed, "What a fantastic day for Mike to get out of solitary."

"He'll be back in a week." Chris replied.

He's unfortunately right. Kuza can't seem to stay out of trouble. Speak of the Devil, my head popped up when I heard the gate. Two guards walked him into the courtyard. I needed to stretch my legs anyways, so might as well go greet him. He seemed pleased to see me but he's just a dog looking for a bone. They took the muzzle off of him. I offered my cigarette to him. He took a drag off of it, closing his eyes as he blew the smoke up into the air.

"That feels good." He said, "But your lips would feel better." The guards unlocked his cuffs. He rubbed his wrists where they just were.

"Maybe if you start behaving you can have a kiss." I replied.

He grunted unhappily and began to walk past me to the others. Half the time when he gets out of there, he's dying to see me. The other half, he's not exactly my biggest fan. I followed him back to our table. Ryan sat up and examined Kuza with his eyes. He must see things we don't. Regardless, he just stayed quiet. Everyone did, in fact.

"Where's Josh?" Kuza asked.

"Treatment." Chris responded, "For once, I'd say he's the lucky one. Today's going to be a mess."

"Why?"

His question was answered by the noise of the gate opening again. Two faces new to all of us were escorted into the court yard. I didn't really need to ask which one was the psychopath because it was pretty damn obvious. One of them had black hair, tats, but he carried himself with strength. The other had blonde hair going in fifty different directions and his eyes were void of coherency.