Brallon Imagines

Special Kind Of Arrogance #2

It had been a month since Officer Weekes came to the prison. Him and his prisoner never spoke. It was always one sided. "Move faster Urie." Or,"Get up." In basics just the daily commands. It was one night around three in the morning he started screaming. It was one of the only times he slept, and when the officer went to help him, his first idea was to fight him. He grabbed his wrists to flip him onto the ground, and sit on him and punch his face. But next thing he knew he was on the ground getting hand cuffed. He was fully awake at this moment. He's realized what he'd done but noticed he didn't kill anyone this time. That's what he mumbled to get Weekes attention. "This time?" He asked out loud. A couple of officers came into his cell to see what all of the commotion was about, stopping the conversation and taking him into a different place. That left for Dallon to go through this room. He searched through the mattress, sheets, and around the bed frame. When he flipped the mattress over he saw names carved into the back of it. It was labeled,"Deaths that shouldn't have happened" along with each beginning with 'officer' concerning Weekes. When he finished the search they had started bringing him back."Rooms all clear." He stated when they started to bring him into his room. Brendon stared at his chest where his name tag was for a slight second until they should bed him into his cell. They un-cuffed him and told him to leave his hands behind his head until the door shut. An officer placed a hand on his shoulder and stated that he was the first officer to get him under control."Just doing my job. Besides all I had to do was flip him onto his back." The other man gave him a suspicious look, even though nothing was really suspicious at all. The window was open so Weekes could occasionally look in and see what he was doing. "I saw a D on your name tag. What's your real name, huh? Dalton, Dylan, Dallas,Dakota. Maybe even Dick." None of those bothered him. He's heard it all before. "That's personal information. Why would you need to know it?" He shook his head,"You wouldn't want to know. But I'll get it out of you eventually." The guard shook his head and smiled."It'll be too hard to guess. Besides why are you just now taking interest in me, huh?" He shook his head as he walked closer to the small window."I've been here for a long time Weekes. I know body language and everything else. I can tell who's having the affairs, who's waking up late every morning. I can even tell who's going to start a fight at our shitty lunch. I don't say anything because no one listens anyways." He went back into into position, and replied with,"Hard to believe a person in prison Urie. Besides let's keep this to minimum conversation, thank you." Weekes shifted on his feet, the cell window across from his was open, and the inmate winked like he was giving him a hint. He chose to ignore it, and waited until they were called to switch places.

A/N

What is up my dudes. This one didn't turn out how I wanted, nor did it have the vibe intended. Rip. Anyways, I know Modern Day Cain came out two weeks ago and I'm just now talking about it, but mY GOD IS IT AWESOME. I'll chill now. Hope ya'll liked it.-Nelly_thefangirl

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