Chapter 1 Part3 (1/2)

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Chapter 1.3

Peaceful days were hanging by a thread on the cliff, but they continued. Of course, it was not Hill’s business to worry about whether they would fall off. Even if they do it’s not a big deal. But unexpectedly he felt kinda nervous. During the days, his attention unconsciously followed Olay. When he noticed his own behavior, he always regretted and pulled back.

Infirmary.

“I bet they are gonna be my companions for at least a month.” Jory was chatting with Hill, “Since I came here, there have never been short of patients, and all were only half-alive.”

Hill sighed. The Olay thing hadn’t began yet. There was something bigger waiting for him, which was the beginning of Lineas’ revenge. “Will there be permanent disabilities?” He asked.

“Not that bad. Lineas knows what to do. He is good at fighting. I heard that he grew up in ghettos. Are you guys gonna step in?”

“This is a revenge.” Said Hill, recalled the scene he ran into in the bathroom not long ago, “No need to step in these trivias. Those guys a.s.saulted Lineas first, so they need to pay the price of failure.”

Jory shrugged, “That dude is good looking. No doubt that those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds would target him, but how come no one noticed that he’s a dynamite?”

“There are gonna be a lot of dramas.” Hill said, “Although this place is boring, there are some entertainment here like these. Enjoy, Doctor.” He walked out. The inspection time was up. When he left, he heard Jory complain. “A gory place.” He said.

Hill did not answer, but he agreed with what he said. This was very much a h.e.l.lhole. As a state organization, it was rigidly stratified and at the same time wors.h.i.+ping violence. The good thing was, he was content with his position – at least it’s better than being sodomized in the cell.

When he pa.s.sed by the garden, it was yard time. Prisoners walked around everywhere. Olay was sitting against a wall, squinting and enjoying the sun. Hill hesitated for a while, and walked to him. He felt he should talk to him.

“I notice that you are free from injuries, which is very abnormal.” Hill said, standing in front of Olay. Olay opened his eyes. Hill casted a huge shadow on him. “You’ve blocked my sunlight, Sir.” He said.

Hill walked around and sat next to him. The warmth of sun fell on him again, and Olay squinted in satisfaction. Hill found it weird to see this bloodthirsty, dangerous prisoner so quiet.

“Hey,” He cleared his throat, “I want to talk to you.”

Olay ignored him. He didn’t open his eyes until Hill pa.s.sed him a cigarette. He took the cigarette and put it between his lips, “What do you want to talk about?”

Even though they were in the prison, it definitely doesn’t mean that all luxuries were forbidden. There were such people in every prison – as long as you had the money, they could get anything for you. Cigarette was one of the most popular items.

Hill helped him light it up, and watched him take a blow. He missed smoking for a long time, and satisfaction showed on his face. Seeing him cheer up a bit, Hill lit his own cigarette up, “From my experience, such a long peace indicates something big is in plan. What on earth did you do that p.i.s.sed them so much?”

“They just dislike me.” Said Olay, enjoying his cigarette.

“I know, but I am a bit worried… Hey, I don’t want any deaths, so you need watch out!” Hill was being serious.

“You treat me to a cigarette in hope of me staying alive?” Olay glanced at him, “Thanks for your good wishes. I will try my best, Sir.”

Hill didn’t say anything because he couldn’t find anything to say, but he didn’t want to leave either. They silently smoked for a while. Fine, I just want to talk to someone, Hill thought, this s.h.i.+thole is terrible. You can’t talk to a rapist, which includes almost all the cops here, whom either has committed similar crimes, or watched them happen… Of course I am no exception, but my conscience is tortured.

Olay was from a decent background, and he had no criminal records before. Although he killed three men, he didn’t defend himself at all at the court. But Hill always felt he could be a chatmate. Maybe because Olay was new and hadn’t fitted in yet, he looked “normal”, which was why he wanted to talk to him. Humans cannot control their desire to communicate, he comforted himself.

“I hate this place.” He said softly, “There is no end to the darkness, as if the sun will never rise.”