Entombed

Chapter 3

The teal haired man walked into the Warden's office. "Warden Necrophades?"

"That would be me," nodded the obsidian haired man.

"I'm Dartz, the new co-warden."

"I can tell," noted Zorc, knowing this would prove to be an interesting partnership.

"So, are there any areas you would rather keep? I am willing to work with you." Dartz said conversationally.

"Hmm, good question," used Zorc. "The psych ward has to stay. Aside from that I don't care what's done."

Nodding, Dartz walked over to Zorc. "Any inmates particularly...special?" he asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" he raised a brow, interested as to the close proximity.

"Any that are dear to you, or that need to go?" Dartz eyed the other warden appreciatively. He was gay and had no reason to hide it...and Zorc was a delectable morsel.

"None of them need to go," he murmured, smirking at the look given to him, gay as well so he didn't mind being looked at in such a way.

"Any dear to me? Hmm, not in particular."

"Hmmm, good." Dartz grinned. "So, are you a good warden, or a bad warden?" Dartz asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Zorc questioningly.

"Hmm, perhaps a bad warden, but that's only because my punishments are severe if rules are broken. Besides, we can't be good in this position or the inmates would get the drop on us," murmured Zorc in response, getting up from his seat behind the desk.

"Very true." Dartz said, watching Zorc carefully. "All work and no play?"

"There is some play when there's time," assured Zorc.

"Hmm, good. Well, I'll get my desk in order." Dartz said, moving over to the spare desk.

"Very well then," he watched him idly.

\/\/\/

When lights out came around, Akefia yawned, crawling on his bunk.

So did Atem onto his own. It had been a long day for them both.

"You okay?" Akefia asked into the darkness.

"Hmmm? Oh yeah. Just tired," answered Atem, not wanting him to worry as he had been harassed earlier today by one of the guards, recalling it had been Ushio.

"Kay. Lemme know if something happens, okay?" Akefia yawned. He had heard that some gangs were acting up, and he didn't want Atem in the crosshairs. They were cellies after all.

"Sure," he winced, not wanting Akefia to catch on or worry about him.

"Oh, watch out for Ushio's gang. They are really acting up." Rolling over, he started snoring lightly.

"I know," he grimaced, clutching his side that's bleeding.

The next morning, Atem was woken to hands on him, cleaning his wound gently. "Who did this?" Akefia demanded.

"Ushio," replied Atem, not figuring that Akefia would care about him though he liked the way his hands felt.

Akefia's eyes were hard as his hands were gentle as he nodded. After patching Atem up, he helped him sit up. "It's pretty deep, looks like they got you with a shank...how long you been here now...two months?" Akefia asked.

"I guess so," sighed Atem, hoping this would be the only time he's damaged by someone in this place.

Akefia nodded. "Don't worry. It won't happen again." Standing, he went to the cell, getting a guard's attention...which happened to be Yami. "I need some private time with my friend Ushio...I think he forgot to give me a book back."