Ethan walked to the courtyard, hands in pocket. Everywhere his eyes shifted to, he could at least grab some eyes that were looking back at him strangely; as if they knew him. He could tell some wanted to beat him up and get their revenge against his father. Their odd gazes gave them away really, it didn't need much of a hustle. Some men of different races from all over the state and the country perhaps were playing basketball over there on a certain court. Some were lifting weights on a bench and doing some exercises in order to keep fit. He walked cautiously keeping an eye on his left and on his right, probably on a lookout whether somebody was out on a spree to kill him. He had watched a lot of movies, and to his perception... movies didn't lie. Prison was no high school camp. It was just as gothic as he had imagined.
A prison alarm went on loudly as it echoed in the yard. He threw himself to rest on a wire mesh fence in front of him and looked at the other side. Some prison officers raced to a building on the other side of the fence, fully armed to the teeth. A handful of inmates on his side of the fence raced to the fence too, to catch a glimpse of what was going on. It seemed serious enough due to the heavy density of the prison officers that had shown up over time. Derreiro found Ethan looking longingly into the distance with a couple more inmates stretching that far.
"Papi, you're here..." he called out to him.
"Yeah, yeah. What's going on?" Ethan asked him referring to the commotion on the other side of the fence.
"Oh, they're taking him to trial," Derreiro answered.
"Who?" Ethan asked.
"Your mystery guy, Zayn Somerhalder."
Ethan looked on, in that direction, and saw a guy in an orange jumpsuit with hands and feet in cuffs, connected by chain links. He was surrounded by about five police officers in exclusion of the prison officers. They walked him towards the fence where the other prisoners were watching from in order to make a turn so as to get to the first wire mesh gate in order to head out of the prisoners' lock zone area. The man in the jumpsuit walked and headed towards the fence, several police officers behind him. Ethan froze when he saw him. He noticed the old face, filled with scars of every size and depth but all in all, he saw that identical scar that raced from his left eye to the top of his lip. He keenly looked at the guy's left hand and noticed indeed that there was an index finger missing. Ethan's heartbeat rose up by every passing second as the man neared the fence, and when he was close enough, Ethan turned away and looked at Derreiro.
"It's him! It's him!" He told him as he breathed so heavily.
"What's wrong?" Derreiro asked confused.
Ethan turned and looked at the man who was being led away in chains, his back facing him now. He gave out a slight breath.
"Why are you so much about Zayn Somerhalder?" Derreiro asked once again.
"Because seventeen years ago," Ethan told him, "he killed my twin brother..."