After my interview, I went to the cafeteria for dinner. I got my food, and ploped my tray down at a table. It was mostly the younger inmates at this table. I was the youngest.
A guy sat down next to me.
"Sup," He said.
I looked up at him, and immediately regretted it. His eyes were a vibrant blue, with flecks of green mixed in he had messy, jet black hair, and a sharp jaw. He had a gorgeous face, and it took a lot of effort on my part not to stare at him forever.
"Hi," I said, quickly looking back to my food.
"You're new here, right?" He asked. Oh god, his voice was deep. I'm just going to sit here and die.
"Yeah," I said.
"What's your name?" He asked.
I picked at my food with my fork. "Alex. You?"
"James. James Animus," He responded.
"So, what are you in for?" He asked.
"I'd rather not,"
He looked at me, and gave me a sly smile.
"Come'on, tell me," He said, poking my arm. I looked at him, and a blush spread across my face.
"Fine, others here have probably done much worse," I said with a sigh, "I'm here on account of 2nd degree murder."
"Oh, well, you gotta do what you gotta do," He said with a smile.
"What are you in for?" I asked.
"A few reasons, but the main one is theft," He responded.
"Oh."
I picked at my food some more, and started eating. I was hiding my left hand from veiw, hoping that nobody would notice. James sat down on the other end of the table.
I heard a few snickers and whispering from that general area. I listened in, and the conversation was interesting.
"I don't get how the kid can eat the food and not complain about it once," One said.
"He looks so innocent, I don't get why he's here," Said another.
"Apparently, it's 2nd degree murder," James said.
I heard a few grunts of surprise.
"The kid looks pretty weak, I wonder how he pulled it off," Someone said.
I turned to face the guys talking about me, and gave them an evil smile. I saw the look on their face when they saw my eyes. Very nervous.
"It's not nice to talk about people when you think they aren't listening," I said. I picked up my tray, and put it back in it's proper place.
I narrowed my eyes, giving them an smiling once again before leaving. I fell asleep in the surprisingly comfortable bed I was provided. I was finding that the orphanage was worse than prison.
I woke up the next morning, and went to breakfast. After I was done eating, visiting hours started.
"You have visitors, inmate," One of the guards said to me. I got exited. Was Cole actually going to visit me?
I was dissapinted when I did arrive, and saw a group of four people.
Two of them looked familiar, one in a warm, good way, and the other made me anxious.
"Hi Alex, we've been searching for you for a few months," One said. She had dark skin and darker hair.
They all introduced themselves, and two of them seemed so familiar.
The only guy in the group had a very familiar voice.
"You- Ayro- your voice is really familiar. Have I ever met you before?" I asked.
"No, I would remember seeing you," He said, confused.
I racked my brain, trying to remember where I had head his voice. My mind went to the night that I had been threatened by the strange guy in the mask. He was wearing the same hoodie as that guy had been. A white and black checker pattern.
"Alex, do you recognise me?" One of the girls, Crystal, asked. She had dirty blonde hair and glowing violet eyes. She was so eerily familiar, but I just couldn't place it.
"You look familiar, but I'm not able to place it."
"Do you remember your parents?" She asked.
"Yes, I do. Hard to forget," I added, looking down at my missing finger.
"Clarrisa and Johnathan Cinaede," She said. My eyes became wide.
"How do you know my birth parent's names?" I asked, my voice reflecting my confusion.
"Because they're my parents too," She said, "You're my twin brother."