"Silenzio!" the guards barked as some prisoners were rather loud. Luca lay on his rather hard bed, staring at the cell in front of him where Stefan sat staring out. He knew Stefan well, he was a hothead with a penchant for vengeance. Although he was dumb as a rock, he was ruthless and was probably planning Matteo's death.
Luca wished he could help, but he had no pull with the guards. Stefan on the other hand was rich enough to bribe them and had often taken his revenge on fellow prisoners at night when he could sneak out and carry out his plans while the guards 'were asleep'.
As the prison quietened, the lights in each cell were turned off and Luca knew the time was coming.
Matteo sat on his bed, curled up in the corner staring at nothing and waiting for sleep to arrive. He looked out at the small window from where the moon shone through. Was she somewhere looking at the moon too? Did she miss him? Was she searching for him? It was cold, unkindly so and all he wanted was the embrace of sleep... frigid and unwelcoming as it may be.
However, judging by the fact that his cell door had opened, Matteo reckoned that wouldn't happen anytime soon. He sat up as Stefan entered his cell and shut the door behind him.
"You had a lot to say eh? frocio..." he cursed at him. Matteo chuckled, a homophobic slur barely increased fear in him if that was what he was trying to do.
"You...going to be regret" he smirked.
Luca stood up as loud thumps could be heard through the jail. Someone was getting pummeled and the entire block knew who it was. He hung his head in silence, paying his respect to Matteo.
The sounds got louder and dampened. Whatever it was that was getting beaten was now covered in blood. Luca knew that sound all too well. It took fifteen minutes but eventually, the sounds disappeared. The uneasy silence that followed was nearly suffocating.
Luca strained his neck to try to see Matteo's cell which was in the same row as him. Inhaling deeply, he decided to call the guards.
"Guards!!" he yelled.
"Hey! Stefan will get angry with you" his neighbor hissed.
"He wouldn't dare mess with me" he said grimly, "Guard!!"
The guards entered, angry at being called.
"Matteo" Luca pointed," uh la assistenza" he said in whatever Italian he knew.
The guard walked over to Matteo's cell which was still silent. An audible gasp could be here followed by yelling. More guards joined and the whole block woke up.
Luca sighed, so Matteo had been hurt...or worse. Poor child.
Men in white ran in with a stretcher to his cell while other prisoners strained their necks to look at what was happening. Those who aligned themselves with Stefan were smiling expecting to see Stefan escorted out by guards and reprimanded for his behavior.
Luca couldn't see anything but relied on the expressions of others to gauge the situation. A hush fell on the block as the stretcher was pulled out with Stefan on it. His head a mangled mess of blood and flesh.
They passed by Luca's cell. The man smiled to himself, "That little kid is strong" he muttered, impressed. He had earned his spot by Kore after all.
Sitting back on his bed, he chuckled as Matteo was taken across his room to an isolation room. As he passed by Luca, pride visibly glinted in his eyes while the corner of his lip tuned up in a smirk. He was proud of what he had done.
One thought roamed through Luca's mind- if this was how strong Matteo was and still considered inferior to Kore.
How strong was she?