Marcus The WhiteBlooded

Chapter Three

The next month I went through the standard visitation, with a few hundred I was able to walk through the prison. I met this kid. Scared. He was afraid of everyone. He looked like hell. His black hair constantly stuck to his forehead because of his constant sweating. His sky blue eyes darting from side to side. His fingers in constant fidget. I stood tall in front of all the jailbirds. Hands behind my back, my smirk almost drawn onto my face. I wanted them to show me that they were better, so I could show how easy it is to rule behind bars. Finally, after my fifth day of visitation, a male of color jumped me. He easily had 30 pounds on me. He led with a swift blow to my stomach. Of course, I doubled over, but I laughed hard. I stood the pain in my stomach giving me the adrenaline I needed. I stood tall popped my chest out and I changed my foot stance.

"YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THAT!!!!" I said, screaming. He was shocked by someone as small as me could take a pathetic punch like that one. I ran straight up to him, he didn't expect me to have the first move. I then buckled down and slid right between his legs. I stopped myself after a good round of whiplash. I stand and with momentum, I knee him in the back. He fell flat on his stomach before he turned to his back to look at me. Shock and maybe fear in his eyes. I smirked showing my canines and I stomp between his legs. I felt a pop and I knew I did my job. I walked to David and I wiped the drop of sweat from my forehead. I grabbed him by the shoulder and I started to walk away with him. He seemed to stand taller after that.

A week after I was seen as a god in prison. I found this newfound power thrilling. More than thrilling. I got addicted to the feeling of everyone walking out of my way no matter how big they were. They knew I could break the balls between their legs easily. David became my right-hand man. He stood tall and people avoided him as well. I knew I did right on his part. Then I told my right hand about the fragile wall. He was surprised I knew something like that from just being there. I told him I had my ways. He nodded, he knew. He told me that he would get the people he needed. I smile in front of him. At that time we were walking down the hall to the mess room. I felt the people walking around me flinch as I bared my teeth. It made me smile wider. It made me feel better. It made me stand taller. I loved this feeling and I never want to let it go. These where my followers, they were my slaves of a kind. Afraid of me. I took a deep breath in and I told David to release everyone in this prison no matter what they were in for. I know all of them rightly feared me. He seemed to be surprised at my words. Though he shrugged them off easily. He told me that it would be done. I then tell him to have it done by the end of the week. He seemed more shocked. He didn't argue though. He told me he would try his best then went to get in line to get his lunch. I remember watching him as he cut the line. This short kid, framed, broken. Cutting men who probably killed as I did. I remembered this till my death, actually it was my last thought.

Three days later in the dead of night I knew, I knew that David did as I told. I told him to move his inmates to his abandoned chemical factory. I knew some of the inmates wouldn't make it. Of course, some of them wouldn't make it. I didn't sleep that night though I knew that I needed it. I would be returning to work the day after and to college the day after that. I needed to go to the prison at my planned time, 10:26 on the dot. I went to 7:38 last time. I need to spread my time there. I thought of strategy. What I was gonna do with my inmates. What should I do to grow my hierarchy? Would some of them try to kill me? I laughed into the air; dark and cold. I'm not foolish. I know some of them will try to kill me. I rolled over in bed, look at my bedside clock. 1:49 it read. I sighed and I shut my eyes. Then her eyes appeared out of nowhere. Her beautiful eyes. The eyes when we got married. Bright, full of love. I snap open my eyes. What? Nevada? I reach for her in the dark, though I only get a fist full of cold blanket and space. I close my eyes again and I push her from my mind. Though there was pain in my chest. I decided I needed to start dating again.. It had been almost a month without her and I need someone else in this bed. Before I knew it, I stopped thinking, stopped processing and I fell into sleep. On 10:26 on the dot, I arrive at the prison, the guards were scrambling. I acted confused. The warden told me there was a major break out. Everyone in the blue, burgundy and black rooms escaped. Except for Victor, the inmate I fought to gain the prisoner's trust. Or fear moreover. I made a face. Turned my eyebrows up, stiffen my lips and I lift my right hand to my lips. I count to ten. Gasp in. He runs off afterward. I smirk and walk right through security. I mean no one was there. I walked through the whole prison. i slipped plastic bags on my feet and gloves on my hands. Then I unlocked the remaining doors. Setting the inmates free. I asked one to take charge, they nodded and lead the whole group out of the hole in the wall that I told David to make. I smile. Proud of him. I walk to high security. They all knew me well. I opened each cell slowly. If they tried to attack me I would give a swift blow with the foot and shut the cell door, none did so. I make it all the way down the line until I came up to Victor. He took a look at me and he shook in fear. I changed my stance and I open his cell door. He looked at me and he sank to his knees. He was still wincing from sitting down. I look in his eyes, an actual attractive green the middle of his eyes held a beautiful light green and yellow. I smirk and I walk straight to him. He backs upright on top of his mattress on the floor. He pushes his back into the wall. I grab his shirt, sweat-soaked and disgusting. Yanking him close I whisper in his ear.

"You regretted that, huh?" he nodded, frantically, panicky. I smirk and I let him go.

"You can stay here or you can run. Runaway and hide... I think you should run. It'll be harder to find you. Harder to kill you. Though you may have a chance. Wanna try it?"

He stood and he ran past me running the wrong way. I walked back through the prison. Straight back around and through the office. Then I did what I knew would benefit me best.

"AN INMATE ESCAPED HIS CELL!!! I SAW HIM RUN!!!" it was the truth but, in the wrong context. I walked out of that prison liked I entered. My chest puffed up my hands tightly behind my back and a smirk. I knew I did good. All my tracks have been covered. I enter my Porsche Cayman. As I did I checked my rearview mirror and I see Victor. I guess he did find the escape route. I watch for a few more seconds and I see two prison officers running at him. Guns in hand. I pull out a pack of cigarettes. I light one open a window and I listened to the gunshots. I heard two penetrate his body. I smile widely and I start my car, taking a long drag from my cigarette I puffed out making a ring with the smoke. It blocked my rearview mirror. I drove off without knowing if he was dead or not.