Broken Masks

Chapter 26 - The Cell

(A/N: I had the idea for the next few chapters a few weeks ago and I can finally put them in!)

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Machiavellian, the notorious assassin and criminal who has terrorised this city for over 3 years has been given a life sentence with no chance of parole by the national jury today. Machiavellian, real name Klaus Abby, 21 year old student of Derrich University, was finally arrested three days ago during a major heist from the White Dragon gang, who made off with over 2 million pounds from the popular 4 Leaf Clover casino.

Thought the money has not been found, many people still celebrated the final capture of Machiavellian, with lots of them saying they have never felt safer in the city, and they can finally rest peacefully without the fear of the masked assassin...

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"Mr Brown sir!" The prison guard said sharply, stamping to attention at the sight of TJ, and offering a crisp salute. TJ waved his hand.

"No need Mr Carlson. I'm here on personal business." Carlson nodded, taking a pair of handcuffs out of his belt.

"Visiting the assassin?" TJ nodded solemnly. "Right this way sir."

It had been almost three weeks, and TJ had visited only one other time. But he hadn't spoken. He'd just looked into the cell at the boy he loved, sitting there like a statue staring at the wall. His prosthetic eye had finally been finished, but he hadn't been wearing it. It sat in a glass of water on the only shelf in the tiny solitary confinement cell like a fake set of teeth.

Clarson escorted TJ through the prison; down concrete floored corridors lined with cells, the inmates eyeballing them with curiosity as they passed. Some shouted abuse at Carlson, or stuck up gang signs at TJ. He recognised a few of them as people he had apprehended in the past, making him progressively more uncomfortable.

However, like Carlson, TJ ignored them.

They soon arrived at the solitary confinement cells. The doors, unlike the normal holding cells which were barred, were solid iron with a single flap in the middle about 20cm x 13cm big for passing food and handcuffing the prisoner through.

Carlson opened the flap and hammered against the door with the handcuffs.

"Prisoner #856, approach the door and offer your wrists!" He shouted.

Shuffling could be heard, before a pair of thin, skeletal looking hands appeared through the gap. TJ's breath caught in his throat.

Carlson clicked the handcuffs into place around the wrists before shouting again.

"Prisoner #856, stand at the far wall of the cell with your back to the door!"

Further shuffling could be heard, now paired with the sharp jingle of the handcuff chain. Carlson then took a key from the bunch on his belt, and unlocked the door.

TJ stepped into the cell. It was small; about 3m x 3m, made entirely from concrete. A single bed covered in a grey blanket stood to the left, while a toilet, sink, and tiny chest of drawers was on the right.

And there, his prison uniform hanging off his thin frame like bed sheets, his body worn down to skin and bone from lack of food, was Klaus.

"Prisoner #856, turn and address your visitor!" Carlson shouted before closing and locking the cell door.

Klaus turned and looked up at his former lover.

"Oh. Hello Toby."

TJ clamped his hands over his mouth as a horrified sob broke out of him.

Klaus's face was sunken as a skull. His hair was greasy and stuck out like he hadn't brushed or washed it since he had been arrested. His body seemed to be covered in a thick layer of dirt; his fingers bloody from him chewing his nails, and his wrists, ankles and neck were bound in bandages and plasters. His working eye was set into his face and hung heavily with bags from lack of sleep, the other still covered by the medical patch from Lena. But what really made it unbearable, was that his once emotion fuelled face was gone, all that was left was a mask devoid of any light he used to have.

TJ slid to the floor, tears falling from his face. Klaus watched, his face blank as he watched the other boy.

"Toby, why are you here?" He asked quietly. TJ looked up, whipping his eyes.

"Wha- what happened? Did someone hurt you?" Klaus winced as TJ cried. All he wanted to do was pull the blond haired boy into his arms and hold him till he stopped crying, but he couldn't. He was a villain.

Villains don't deserve that.

"It doesn't matter. I don't matter." TJ looked up at Klaus, eyes red.

"You matter to me." Klaus looked away, unable to bare with seeing TJ like that.

"I shouldn't. You're The Red Hawk. I'm Machiavellian. We're enemies. And I'll be here for the rest of my life." TJ shook his head.

"Well, I'm TJ, and I'm talking to Klaus. Please, what happened?" Klaus didn't look at him. He didn't answer.

TJ staggered to his feet, tears staining his cheeks.

"Did you... do this to yourself?" He reached out and touched Klaus's bandaged wrist. The black haired boy yanked his arm away quickly.

"Don't..." Klaus turned away, sitting on the edge of the bed. TJ knelt in front of him.

"Klaus..." Klaus could feel tears run own his face as he looked up. TJ wiped his beloved's tears away with a thumb, before resting his hand on the side of his face.

"I'm sorry. Please go. I don't want to hurt you more then I already have." Klaus murmured, his voice thick with tears. TJ bowed his head, before nodding.

"Ok. I'm sorry..." He rose from the floor, pressed his lips lightly to Klaus's temple, and knocked the iron door with his knuckles and left the cell.

Klaus crumbled.

(A/N: AND THATS THE END OF THE BOOK! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this journey with me. Shout out to Frying pan, Midget Laurens, and Full Metal! ;)))))) 

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It's not the end!)