Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)

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     Will's POV

     "Where's Farquarson? Prisoner 2100693?" a guard yelled from down the hall, piercing my ear drums.

'So much for having sleep,' I disappointedly slid out of the prison bunk, doing it quietly so that the prisoner above me wouldn't wake up. I must have had the worst of luck, being placed in the same cell as a man who confessed to the rape and murder of many young women. The first time I was introduced to the convicted killer was on day one, when a prison guard told me that I'd be in here for the rest of my life. However, I didn't take it very well, and I sort of broke down, catching my inmate's attention. I didn't really care who he was when I was crying my ass off, I all wanted was for someone to understand my problem.

At first glance, I thought he was just a robber or some low life guy, but Mark literally uttered out that he was a serial killer from the 1990s, scaring me shitless. No one would ever know how kind this man was to others, since all the other inmates feared for their dignity and lives. He told me that ever since he came in, he realized he was a psycho, so I then figured out that someone must have kicked this man in the ass because he showed no signs of violence at all. 'Prison can change people,' I reminded myself, glancing up at the sleeping killer. But my ears were soon damaged again when the guard screamed out my prison number.

"I'm here," I went up to the bars, holding them as the security guard eyed me, then looking down at his clipboard.

"Someone wants to see you," he said roughly, unlocking my cell. 'Me? Who?'

     I stepped out of the prison cell, glancing back at my sleeping inmate, before being turned around to be placed in handcuffs. A quiet sigh left my lips as the click of the cuff lock made its distinctive sound. Then an iron grip grabbed my arm, tugging me to the end of the hallway, and the guard opened the door to let me into another dreadfully long corridor. As the guard's forcing pushes sent me through the hall, I noticed that the prisoners were giving me thumbs ups, and huge grins, creeping the fuck out of me as I turned the corner, entering the large room where I had a visit from my friends and colleagues.

I was told by the prison guard to sit still, since the visitor would be a bit late, and for security purposes, one of my cuffs was released and put around the table's leg. The guard left the room, positioning himself right in front of the door, while I sat there, instantly bored to death. My fingers tapped against the table in a musical rhythm, beating in the pattern of a Rihanna song. The sorrowful memories flushed back inside as I sadly mused over the fun times when my mates teased me. Hanging out in our group of four was great, but after all this shit that's happened, the memories only seemed like a blur in my eyes.

     "Ooh, ooh, ooh, the reason I hold on," Dan sang as Kyle drove us back to the morgue.

     "Ooh, ooh, ooh, 'cause I need this hole gone," the deep lyrics flowed through my mouth.

     "Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving..."

     "'Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving-"

     "N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be!!!" Woody sang, making his voice go off-key deliberately.

     "Aww, c'mon!" Dan complained, throwing his hands into his lap as his wheelchair slightly shifted. "Turn it back!"

     "N-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be!!!!!" the coroner screeched, also on purpose, for the sake of annoying Dan and I.