Scars And Stories

Chapter 15

In the prison...

Patrick laid on the cold floor of his prison cell. His body was trembling, due to either shock or adrenaline - he couldn't tell. His breathing was heavy and shaky. He stared at the ceiling and brought a fidgeting hand to his face to wipe the blood off it, though he only smeared it more.

He slowly turned his head to look at the bars that separated him from the rest of the prison. One of them was covered in fresh blood, sliding slowly down the dark grey metal.

"That...That wasn't me," He stuttered out, close to bursting into tears, "What did they do to me?" He put his hands on his face. "It's worse than before."

"Calm him down," One of the guards ordered as the two guards holding Patrick had a difficult time keeping him still.

The dirty blonde was squirming angrily in the arms of these two big men. His eyes were completely black and he was screaming at the top of his lungs, as well as grunting. The whole prison could hear him. Some guards covered their ears because of the high pitch sound his mixed voice produced.

"Bring him to his cell!" One of them shouted over the noise.

The three guards struggled to get him to his cell. Once in front of it, Patrick kicked one the guards holding him in the crotch, causing the tall man to let go of Patrick and fall on his knees, giving Patrick the opportunity to get out of the other man's grasp.

The dirty blonde grabbed the guard's arm and punched him in the face as hard as he could. Blood spewed from the man's mouth and trailed down his chin. The only guard left, that was not injured, tried to take a hold of Patrick, only to be hit in the nose by the dirty blonde's elbow, causing him to sway backwards while holding his broken and bloody nose.

Patrick grabbed the back of the guard's head that he hit in the jaw. He smashed his face in the bars a few times while grunting. The man managed to grab Patrick's arm and stop him, somehow weaker than before.

"Fucking do something!" The man yelled, spitting blood at Patrick's face as this one looked at him with a look of pure rage.

He pushed the dirty blonde away from him and onto his colleague who immediately grabbed both of his upper arms tightly. They slid open the metal door and pushed him in. Patrick came running toward them before they could close the door. As he was running, one of the guard pulled out his electric baton and shocked Patrick in the chest, stopping him in his tracks and bringing him to the ground, still conscious but the effects of what they injected in him disappearing. His sight now completely normal and his eyes their usual blue color with a yellow ring around the pupil.

Patrick slowly pushed himself up and stumbled to his bed where he lied down and hugged his knees close to his chest. After silently crying for what felt like I hours, he fell asleep and woke up the next morning to the guard banging his baton on the bars.

"Hey, wake up." The deep voice of the guard echoed in the cell. "Your wife's here."

Patrick's eyes shot open and he spun his head to the guard. "Sh-She is?"

The guard nodded and slid the metal door open. He waited for Patrick to get close to him and grabbed his wrists before handcuffing him.

"You know," The guard spoke up, "You're lucky they need you alive, cause we would've killed you in your sleep after what you did yesterday."

Patrick's breath hitched at what he was just told and hung his head low, looking at his feet.

The guard led Patrick to the visit room and sat him in one of the parlors where his fiancée was sitting behind the glass.

Patrick turned to face the man and showed his hands, as if to ask to take off the handcuffs. The guard shook his head. "We're not taking them off today."

The dirty blonde took a breath and sighed while looking him down. He then turned around to face you and smiled sadly. You already had the phone up to your ear. He moved his handcuffed hands to grab the phone and brought it to his ear.

"Hey," He murmured.

"Hey," You repeated as you tried to look at him while he avoided your gaze, "Look at me." He did as told, though still looking down a little. "Are you okay?" You asked, worry lacing your voice as you saw his puffy eyes and what looked like dried blood on his face.

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He sighed shakily and closed his eyes shut, "I-I don't know. They injected me with something, and I almost killed three guards yesterday."

"Honey, look at me," You plead again. He slowly lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes, tears welling up in his. "Everything's gonna be okay," You tell him, smiling ever so slightly, "Just hold on."

He nodded his head slowly, but he didn't know if he just did that to reassure you or himself. He had been through so much already and he didn't know if he could go on any longer. Even though he had dreamt that he left the prison, he had trouble believing it was going to happen.

Who knew what this thing they injected in him could really do? Maybe the phase he's been through the day before was just a side effect, and soon he'll be under their control to make the Syndicate more powerful. At this point, he felt like anything that could make them stronger was possible and everything that could make the Blue Birds take them down was impossible.

You looked around, making sure no one was looking and slid a small envelope under the glass. You nodded toward Patrick's sleeves. He looked around as well and quickly managed to put the envelope in his sleeve with the handcuffs.

You two talked for a little bit more and the guard came back to lead Patrick back to his cell.

"Can I go out?" The dirty blonde asked as the guard's hand was crushing his shoulder.

"No, you're not leaving your cell for the next few days."

They stepped in front of the cell and the guard opened the door, still keeping his hand on Patrick's arm. He pushed him in and took off the handcuffs before closing the door.

Patrick sat on the small bed and waited for the guard to leave before reaching his sleeve for the envelope. He opened it, revealing a letter in your hand writing. It was some news from the Blue Birds, explaining that they found Ryan and he told everything that had happened to him. The dirty blonde was shocked, relieved, and glad to see he wasn't the only one to whom they injected the black product that he now knew was another version of the Novocaine.

The last sentence of the letter, though, was the one that truly brought a smile to Patrick's lips.

You're gonna leave soon.