When Garry attacked Hank, all the eyes were on the former which worked in favor of Jax, as he quickly stepped out of the inmates barricade that they formed earlier.
And at some point in the middle of the commotion, Jax retreated successfully, as no one paid attention to him with Garry occupying their focus.
Now, from a distance, Jax looked at Garry, who was being half dragged toward the prison cells, by at least four guards. It seemed that they wouldn't even bother to wait for him to stand up properly.
Seeing this left Jax conflicted.
However, to everyone's chagrin, Garry started shouting all of a sudden as if he was possessed by some kind of spirit.
"This place isn't a prison for your BODY, it's a prison for your SOUL!" His shrill scream surprisingly echoed throughout the vast space of ground.
"THIS IS JUST THE SAMPLE OF A REAL HELL!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, disregarding the warning gestures he was receiving in the form of raised batons.
"NO ONE WILL BE LEFT UNTOUCHED!" He continued shouting, but this time his blood shot eyes made contact with Jax's, who had been watching all of this from the crowd. And, in the next second a baton made contact with Gary's body in a not so genteel manner while his shouts turned incoherent due to the pain mixed into them.
When Jax's eyes met with Garry's blood red ones, he felt like his words meant a serious yet exclusive warning.
However, Jax pushed this thought to the back of his mind as soon as it formed, because more pressing things were in need to be accomplished. He had to make himself as scarce as possible and avoid being noticed by that weirdly smiling unreasonable man again.
He already had enough on his plate and didn't need a man with psychotic tendencies to pester him to death. Thinking to this point, Jax felt that Hank's minions were even more psychotic than him. They were simply a bunch of lunatics.
With that thought, he averted his eyes from the small entourage of guards who were busy escorting Garry, and stepped back further to mingle himself among the other inmates.
Meanwhile, upon hearing Garry's words, the other inmates who had been silent from the beginning until now, started whispering to one another.
Jax who heard them, could only ball his fists. He lifted his eyes again to see what was happening, only to meet with a pair of weirdly gleaming ones, which seemed to be fixed upon his.
When he realized whose eyes he were staring at, Jax was dumbfounded yet again.
What the HELL?!!
Why was Hank watching him with those creepy and overly weird eyes as if he was his next prey?
Jax couldn't understand why he was staring at him. He didn't even say anything to the latter when he and his men beaten up Garry black and blue.
For the love of the Christ, Jax wasn't the one who asked Garry to attack Hank.
Hank seemed to notice the apprehension in Jax eyes, even when he was standing at a good twenty metres from him, as a creepy smile crept onto his lips as if he could hear whatever was echoing in Jax's mind clearly.
That smile again! Jax who didn't know how he should react to his smile, could only look back at his recipient with a clear blank face, devoid of any emotion.
Immediately, Hank's already weird face darkened a little more as he lifted his eye brows in displeasure, a clear alarm for his opponent!
When the former was about to approach him, Jax saw a guard approaching Hank from the corner of his eye and said something to the rougish man before he could even lift his foot to take a step toward him.
After conversing with the guard, he was led in a different direction from his initial course of trajectory.
Jax noticed that they were taking him to the infirmary in the Prison, seemingly to treat his wounded hand.
However, just as he was about to sigh in relief, Hank turned around and looked back at Jax with one corner of his lips quirked up in a meaningful sneer.
His smile held the promise that he would not forget about Jax!
On the other hand, Jax averted his eyes from him almost instantly and feigned ignorance as he focused his full attention on the ground near his feet, as if he didn't really notice anything and left following the other inmates when the guards asked the prisoners to go back to get their lunch
***
Three days passed peacefully for Jax. It was now a boring lunch hour on a cloudy Saturday.
Jax finished his lunch as fast as he could, even though the food tasted odd from usual.
He could care less about all these things later, he have to go find the superintendent in charge, who might help him contact his attorney, the public defender.
However, before he could stand up from his sitting place to wash his hands and his plate, a series of hooters went off.
The blaring sounds of alarms alerted every guard in the pantry, and nearly one fourth of them rushed out of the room in the next moment, after listening something from their walkie-talkies. The remaining members stood their ground to guard the inmates here.
An inmate who was standing near one of the guards, and managed to hear something from the buzzing device, muttered something incoherently.
"What happened?" asked the inmate beside him.
"The man they bullied committed suicide in his prison cell," said the first man ever so casually. The way he talked about it was akin to some everyday topic for him, nothing important and didn't hold any value at all.
They were sitting right across Jax and when the first man dropped out those few words, Jax froze in his place, as he realized the identity of the person in the question almost instantly.
It was Garry.