Every day the same routine wake up, arrange, roll call and cell inspections, bathroom and personal hygiene then to the mess hall to breakfast followed by labour then lunch then my favorite
Yard time! Where I can gather Intel on the inner working of the prison and its intricate dynamics in play followed by more work or cell time which use to map the prison and its numerous routes then dinner, days final roll call, lockdown and lights out by ten
The same boring monotonous cycle could bore or even affect an average person mentally but I was different. My mind is constantly monitoring and accumulating data and information useful for my future plans
Crazy right?
On this particular day the guards gave us a surprising no work day and to crown the cherry on the cake Marcus was finally back to health and returned to the cell.
" Marcus you are back" I greeted my voice excited he was in my opinion a walking humanoid information bank about the ins and out of the prison and that the key to my goal
"Hmmm" he nodded slightly the cell bars shutting behind him with a
Bang!
Smoothening his bed, he laid down grunting in the process laying flat on his back. I finally registered the change, his check more sunken than before almost as if something was chipping away the bone from the inside
His face white as paper blood vessels lining and coiling around his face like worms. His arms and legs were twig like thin
He looked like a hundred years old man but with a baby's completion and face. Two words
Weird and terrifying!
" Erm.. Marcus...are you okay" asking concerned for his health I still needed him for the information he held after that he could die not that I cared anyway
"...." No answer
"Hmm alright" I said turning to continue my book it was a bright light of relief and freshness in this dark and decay motherfucking Gotham city...
" I....am.....dying....." A weak voice rang, dry and raspy like sandpaper shaving the edge of something
"W..what do you mean " I asked concern etched on my face
Fake!
" Haha...take a good look at me, do I look like a living person? He asked turning to me. I could see the emptiness and void through his eyes it made me creep.
" I...."
" I have only four days to leave" he continued cutting me " and....I know you are different I can see it in your eyes the simmering anger and.....madness.."
"It may have cooled down but it's there and only getting stronger..and... stronger...and stronger....." His voice dropping towards the end.
"And I will help you, I know the reason for your anger your where wrongfully accused right? He chuckled
I whipped up my head my head widening" h..how do.." I stuttered
It was the first time I have been read like an open book.
" You are surprised?, I have been wronged many times in the past and all those times I blamed myself believing I was the problem when in actual fact, i wasn't"
"I was brain washed, manipulated and lied too and by the time I snapped out of it"
"It was too late. I was stripped of all I had worked for, my family betrayed me, children turned their back on me, funny" he chuckled his tone ironic
"Soo....what...do you want me to do" I asked
"...I want to help you accomplish whatever you want, revenge whatever! At least, i Marcus hasn't died in vain" his voice a growl a dark aura spreading from him " all the information you need.." turning to me letting me see the swirling chaos in his eyes
I will provide!
Leaning closer my eye taking a red hue and evil grin marrying my lips" then let's start keke"
For the next three days he spilled whatever he knew about this hell. Marcus has been here for twenty years and surely knew this place like the back of his hand. We brooded over details, drawing maps sketches.
Who i should watch out for and who was worth befriending.
By the fourth day when he was about to be taken away. As I watched over him were he laid on the lower bunk
He looked dry and lean like a corpse but with flesh shifting and swimming on it. His face ghost like his eyes and mouth hollowing in with his nose and ears rubber like
Horrifying!
But he was true brother and a.... friend.
" You can meet Ghost and Raven,they are old friends...still...young...and...loyal..." He Said
"Yes thank you friend, your help won't go to waste"
....
They eventually came and took him away placing him on a movable hospital bed taking to the infarmiry.
Third POV
The gaze of Trevour grew darker and darker radiating a cold and deathly aura
YOU ALL WILL PAY!!!
He bellowed a sudden cold and chilling wind rushed into the cell flaring scattering what ever object or furniture the prison cell held
The Real Darkness Embodiment!!