(What time period were you thinking for this?)
The escorts transported Amadeus away, shushing him with everyword he said, even if his question was to ask where exactly they were taking him. No doubt they didn't want to converse with such a heinous arson such as him.
With the exception of the few inquiries he had, he didn't speak much. He kept his eyes on his scuffed boots. They weren't comfortable, and didn't fit like they were supposed to. But nobody cared about that.
After an hour or so, they arrived at their destination. He looked the building up and down as if to judge its appearence, as if he had any say in the matter. Anyway, it was nice to see where he'd be staying for the next 150 years of his life.
(Well I had urban in mind, but we could bring it back/forward some if you want?)
The crunch of gravel at the base of his window was telling enough. Kieran let out a squeal and lay flat on the floor, grinning up at the ceiling.
« Fun, » he whispered. « This is going to be great. »
(Oke doke! urban’s good)
The officer opened Amadeus’s door and yanked him out by his upper arm.
“Easy,” Ama muttered, but was promptly disregarded as they led him into the building without loosening their grip. He followed them inside, and stopped when they stopped in front of a desk to check him in. He didn’t know how any of this business stuff worked in this century, and frankly, he didn’t care much. It was all just a fleeting 150 years.
Sounds from the hallway. In an instant Kieran was at the cell door, face pressed up between the thick bars as he stared out at the door to the corridor of captives.
"Come out," he whispered hoarsely. "Come out, come out, come out…"
At last, when the brief paperwork and general business had been taken care of, the guard pushed open the heavy metal door.
Amadeus stared down the hallway. He caught brief glimpses of the inmates. While he walked, he made eye contact with a handful of inmates, at least the ones that would look back at him.
Light! Light flooded the hall. Kieran twisted his head around to look ahead, the new number floating above the newcomer’s head.
“Long, long, long…” he growled, eyes narrowing, his voice rising to a scream. “CLOSER!”
Ama flinched, squinting and looking around to try and see who yelled. Hopefully whoever did that wouldn’t make it a habit. He pulled up the corner of his upper lip.
The guard stopped in front of Ama’s cell, fidgeting through a ring of keys to find the right one.
Kieran gasped loudly.
The number hovering above the newcomer’s head was for digits long.
« IMMORTAL! » he shrieked, falling backwards on his back. He started writhing on the ground, eyes wide and staring at the man. « IMMORTAL! »
Ama took a step back in surprise. His blood went cold—how did he know? His face contorted with anxiety and fear.
The guards pushed him forward again.
He forced himself to relax. There was no way this random man would know he’s immortal, right? He could just be shouting…random words. Like ‘immortal,’ which was such a common word to shout, right? Convincing himself didn’t seem to work very well, but he was able to keep his composure now.
« NO! KILL HIM! COMMIT HIM! » Kieran screamed, shaking the iron bars in front of him. The man was strange, the man was old, he had to die. And Kieran would take care of it.
Ama’s face distorted with fear again. He reeled back. No—they wouldn’t be putting him in the cell with this man, would they? “Wait—wait, don’t put me in here with him!” He pleaded, throughly put on edge. His heart was practically leaping out of his throat as the guards unlocked the cell and ushered him inside.
Kieran backed away into the wall, and a let out a guttural hiss. “What are you, creature?” he demanded in his usual scratchy voice.
Ama pressed his back into the door after it was closed and locked again. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spat.
“Yes!” Kieran screeched throwing himself onto the floor near the stranger, on his hands and knees glowering up at the man. “You do. You know what I know that you know. There’s no need to deny any longer, because Kieran knows.”
A wave of fear etched across his face, “You don’t know anything!” He sidestepped away from this strange man on the floor. “I’m not immortal.” No, that couldn’t be possible that he knew. He’d never told anyone before, and no one had ever known, at least for the last thousand years.
“Foolish words, from a foolish man,” Kieran whispered lying flat on his stomach and setting his head on his crossed arms. “I don’t know of your reason to be here, but I figure we’re going to be here a while. You may as well tell me everything now, before I torture it out for you.” He gave the man a cold grin.
Amadeus shuddered, continuing to step away towards the other side of the cell. “I have no reason to tell you anything. Especially if you’ve told me nothing about you.”
The prisoner stuck out his tongue, thinking. “I’ll tell you my name for the truth.”
“Oh?” Ama was quiet for a moment, recalling something this man had said a few minutes before. “…It’s..Kieran, is it?” He assumed, unless this man was talking about someone else.
Kieran stilled before letting out a snarl. “So you read minds, too, freak?”
He sneered, “No, you already said it.” This man was crazy, he concluded, no doubt about it. But he was still wary around him, and honestly frightened. “I’m no freak, you’re the freak.”
Kieran let the grimace drop, and sat cross legged. “You are a child,” he concluded blankly.
“Maybe,” he replied simply. And sitting on one of the cots, he crossed one leg over the other. “Maybe we should just ignore each other. That’d be for the best, right?”
Kieran followed suit and mimicked the man’s exact position on his own cot. “For today. One day I’ll crack you, however, be forewarned,” he replied with the same blank tone.
“I doubt it,” Ama leaned back against the nearest surface, letting out a heavy sigh. Over the many years he’d been on earth, he’d spent many hours just sitting. But he found nothing was more boring than just sitting in prison. With an odd man.
