forum A Weird Idea (O/O) (Reboot)

Started October 24, 2019 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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Proof only of your idiocy, Kieran murmured to himself, curling into a corner of the cell. He knew that one day he'd get the confirmation of this man's power.

Amadeus dutifully tried to ignore him. He really did, but despite the man’s odd behavior, he was quite interesting. And there was nothing else interesting in this cell. He pulled his feet closer to himself on the cot, looking down at the ground, chewing on his inner cheek, and then glancing up at Kieran. He scoffed through his nose, looked down again. It was a system: Lather, rinse, repeat.

Just as Kieran was about to speak again, the clicking steps of a guard sounded from the other end of the hall. The guard walked up to their cell and, standing right outside the door, gestured to Amadeus to back as far away as possible.

Amadeus blinked, quite confused. He scooted back in his bed to lean against the wall, as far as he could get away from the door. He raised his eyebrow curiously.

Kieran looked up from his corner of the room and quietly whined; his entire mood had shifted in a split second from defensive and cruel to vulnerable and scared. He curled up tighter, burying his head in his lap.
The guard slowly unlocked the cell door and crept in, hand outstretched. He took hold of Kieran’s arm tightly, and started pulling him to his feet.
Kieran whined louder and resisted. Without batting an eye the guard kicked Kieran in the ribs, and when the latter’s resistance slackened the guard had him pinned against him in a headlock.
Both men exited the cell, and the door shut behind them.

Amadeus watched, his eyes wide with alarm and stunned confusion. “Wh-wha—?” He managed. His mouth hung agape as he witnessed what appeared to be a completely uncalled for series of events. He sat forward, eventually standing up to the cell door and watch them walk away. He certainly never minded silence, but now it was cold, laced with a new onset of fear. Could what the guard just did too Kieran happen to him?

(alright)
Kieran was thrown back into the cell 5 full hours later. He had burn marks on his face and scalp, and what looked like a broken wrist. He limped into his corner again, silently chewing on his busted lip. His eyes were glazed over, still shining with tears.

Amadeus lifted his head from his knees, his eyes widening at the sight of Kieran’s pitiful appearance. He stayed silent for a moment or so, which felt longer than it really was. “What happened to you?” He asked, only half expecting a reply at all.

Confirming Amadeus's suspicions, Kieran didn't answer. He brought his knees up, wincing as his legs bumped up against his bruised bare chest.

Amadeus watched him for a moment, inwardly deciding that it wouldn’t do any good to keep asking. But he continued to wonder. He softened his gaze down to the floor and rested his chin on his knees again, coincidentally sitting similarly to Kieran.

Kieran eyed Amadeus from the other side of the room, perplexed as to the fact the other man was echoing his position. He didn’t say a thing, though, and simply kept his cautious stare fixed on Amadeus.

Amadeus shifted in his seat, curiosity pricking at his mind until he couldn’t bear it anymore. Maybe he couldn’t get a straight answer, but could he start a conversation? He waited a minute or so to think about what to say. “So how long have you been here?”

He saw Amadeus’s mouth open before he heard him speak. He stayed silent for a moment before answering.
« Years. »

“Years…” he echoed no louder than a whisper. He waited a while longer before adding,” Does that happen often?” If it happened often, he was worried he might endure it himself, as well.

« Often enough. »
He turned his head to look at Amadeus again. He suddenly didn’t look cruel, or threatening.
« Every month or so. Time is strange in here. But it won’t happen to you I think. »
He felt lucid, suddenly, grounded.

“Huh…” Amadeus’ own expression softened, somewhat, with a flicker of sympathy. The corner of his lips twitched into a frown. “Why don’t you think so? What’s so different about me? Or you, whichever one.”

« Me. They do it to get through the storm. They do it for the confession that isn’t there. »
Kieran looked to the side and glared at the thigh-high striped rat that was sniffing at him. You’re not real, he thought at it.

Amadeus rested his head back down again. Why was this man here if he hadn’t even confessed yet? “Have you been charged already?” He raised an eyebrow. If this was the case, he especially wasn’t thrilled to be in this prison.

(Sorry!)
Kieran rolled his head sideways and shut his eyes.
« They just needed a reason to lock me up. They didn’t need it to be true, » he whispered to himself, his mind doing backflips and cartwheels as he tried to contain it.

(No worries!)

Amadeus slowly blinked, lowering his chin a bit along with the corner of his lips. His whole face seemed to sag in a frown. If what Kieran said was true, he deserved to be in here much, much less than Amadeus did. “In that case, my condolences.”

Kieran sensed the change and lifted his own chin up.
"What are you thinking?" he asked suddenly, his voice cracking slightly.

He glanced back. He raised his eyebrows some, but kept his chin planted on his knees. “Like I’d tell you,” he sniffed in a half hearted attempt at laughter.

Kieran wrinkled his nose and tucked his head between his knees.
« I think we’re going to be in jeer a long time together. We might as well speed up the getting to know process, » he murmured into his knees.