Jailers of Creation

4

He turned around and went back into the room, before becoming confused. What was he going to do? He felt a shock and his heart jumped, now he knew what they were talking about. His heart was starting to hurt...

He reached into his bag and took out a piece of paper... Turning around he looked at the others and frowned. They were staring at him again but he was still confused.

He walked up to Tanaka. "I kinda forgot what I was gonna do... I'm a bit confused on here I'm supposed to go...?" He looked around for a second before handing him that paper. Everyone was just looking amused while two ghouls who looked almost exactly alike, were whispering to each other.

Walking towards the door his sweater slipped over his hand as he yawned, bringing his hand to cover his mouth. His eyes had closed so he didn't see where he was going and he tripped.

His arm flew out to catch himself but he hit something, making a gash in his arm. He sat for a second, shaking his head and looked at his arm. The cut was long and deep, but it was only bleeding a little. Two of the guards had come rushing over when he fell, but he waved them off.

When he was young he had heard, if you lick your cuts they heal quicker, so he did so ever since. And they do heal faster than usual! So he put his tongue out of his mouth and started licking. (A/N~ I was laughing when I wrote this, I lick my wounds too and hide in my turtle shell. 😆)

He reached into his bag with his other arm and felt for the alcohol. Wrapping his fingers around the bottle he pulled it out and unscrewed it. He pored it over his wound, not even hissing as the alcohol and acid started eating away at the dirt and bacteria.

He pulled out a needle and thread and started threading his skin together.

"Patience is a virtue when you're working on a masterpiece
and tolerance is valued when you're working on a living canvas
Stitch my words into tender flesh
This grin will stay forever fresh
Don't be lonely, Don't be jealous
Your turn's coming
How could I forget?" He sang under his breath as he finished his stitching.

He smiled as he stood and twirled, "This is why you should always be prepared people!" He sang as he licked the rest of his blood from his lips. His gray hair fell in his face as he bent down to put the bottle of alcohol back in his bag.

He grabbed Tanaka's arm, "Can you lend me a couple of guards? Pretty please!" He added and he looked at the officer with puppy dog eyes.

He stared at Areona for a second, incredulous. "You do know you own this prison and they are your employees... So you don't need to ask me." He ended as he looked over Areona's shoulder.

"Really?!" Areona brightened as he looked at the guards assembled around the area. "I'll take you, and you, and you!" He yelled as he skipped around the room.

Pointing out three guards, he said, "You'll be my movers! I'm having toilets installed now, but since I'm injured, I need help moving stuff!" They nodded so he turned and left, them following behind.

Leaving a very bewildered room behind.

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Yes, just put all of the beds in the right corner. Just make sure the XL's go in the rooms I wrote on the paper. Put the extras in the storage room please." Areona asked as he got out something that could cut out shapes in that thick wall.

He was planning on giving them windows, small ones, but they brought a little life to the room. He got on a stool he had brought, and turned on the lights that had been installed, by the Lighting Tech. while he was gone.

Areona started cutting, it was nice that the hole in the wall showed the outside. He should plant a garden. He nodded and wrote that down so he wouldn't forget, and continued cutting. He did that for the rest of the cells, he did put plastic windows in, they could open a little too.

When he was done the guards had already put the beds in and put the sheets and blankets on. All in all, it looked pretty good.

The beds were in the right corner and the hole that was in the floor was replaced by a toilet. The cell had lights, 3 shelves each, and the window let them see the outside. Though the only thing that he thought was ruining the scene, other than the sad floor and walls, was the chair in the middle of the cell.

It was big and bulky and looked so rude he wanted to slap it. He sighed, he had finished but he was sooooo tired. Everything was done so he turned towards one of the guards, "Will you please go tell the other guards to bring the ghouls back to their cell? Make sure to tell them not to harm the ghouls..." he trailed off as his eyes grew heavy.

He faintly heard a reply and the sounds of foot steps fading, so he sat on the floor and reached into his bag and grabbed the remote that unlocked his collar. It had a green sticker on it and when he hit the button his collar popped open.

He gently took it off and put it in his bag. Before closing his eyes, he was already sitting so it didn't take much for him to fall asleep in front of the 21-25 cells. His soft breathing just a whisper in the hall, as foot steps echoed down the hall towards him.

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Okay, this was just a little bit shorter than usual but the next chapter will be from two of the prisoners point of view (from 3rd person)

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