Post by eric on May 26, 2013 2:52:03 GMT -5
this world it needs a cleansing
removing all its filth
messer sighed as he laid in the bed (it's actually a cot but whatever) in his cell, the ever present smile on his face gone. the tired man picked at the hem of his orange prison shirt. the blind rage that had put him in this cell was still there, but it was quieter, he could control it. he sighed again, more dramatically this time. he had been in jail all night and he hadn't slept at all. he was disappointed in himself for letting his anger get out of control, but in the man's defense, he had been provoked. it wasn't like the guy had made him angry and messer hit him. no, the guy had insulted, angered, harrassed, and punched messer in jaw. the assault was self defense.
the problem was though, messer had punched the guy in the face so hard and so many times that the guy's nasal bones were fractured. messer was arrested when the cops arrived after being called and was taken to the police station. he was charged and because of the late hours, he wasn't allowed to be bailed or visited. he could only call duncan, mumble out where he was but not exactly why he was arrested. he knew duncan was going to be mad. because this could be very bad. what if the finger prints they now have from him lead the police to the murder that happened a few years back? messer would go to prison for a long time. this could be very very bad.
so no, the man hadn't slept all night. when it was finally morning, messer had skipped the nasty breakfast the guards offered him and just laid in his bed/cot, staring at the ceiling. his anxieties and worries were eating him alive. how mad would duncan be? would it make a difference telling him what happened? who the fuck knows. messer turned on his side and sniffled, trying in vain to keep from crying. soon, tears were soaking his pillow and they didn't stop for over twenty minutes. once he was all cried out, he sighed softly, running a hand down his face.
"messer, you've made bail."
the man sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, taming them a bit. he stood up and waited for the guard to open his door, and then he stepped out. the guard cuffed him and brought him down the hall. messer looked to his left to see duncan standing at the information desk. messer quickly looked down, ashamed and very upset that duncan has seen him in the orange jail uniform and cuffs. the guard led him to a room he could get changed in, and uncuffed him. when messer was done dressing the guard led him back into the room duncan was at. messer looked up at his husband, his doe eyes sad.
the problem was though, messer had punched the guy in the face so hard and so many times that the guy's nasal bones were fractured. messer was arrested when the cops arrived after being called and was taken to the police station. he was charged and because of the late hours, he wasn't allowed to be bailed or visited. he could only call duncan, mumble out where he was but not exactly why he was arrested. he knew duncan was going to be mad. because this could be very bad. what if the finger prints they now have from him lead the police to the murder that happened a few years back? messer would go to prison for a long time. this could be very very bad.
so no, the man hadn't slept all night. when it was finally morning, messer had skipped the nasty breakfast the guards offered him and just laid in his bed/cot, staring at the ceiling. his anxieties and worries were eating him alive. how mad would duncan be? would it make a difference telling him what happened? who the fuck knows. messer turned on his side and sniffled, trying in vain to keep from crying. soon, tears were soaking his pillow and they didn't stop for over twenty minutes. once he was all cried out, he sighed softly, running a hand down his face.
"messer, you've made bail."
the man sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, taming them a bit. he stood up and waited for the guard to open his door, and then he stepped out. the guard cuffed him and brought him down the hall. messer looked to his left to see duncan standing at the information desk. messer quickly looked down, ashamed and very upset that duncan has seen him in the orange jail uniform and cuffs. the guard led him to a room he could get changed in, and uncuffed him. when messer was done dressing the guard led him back into the room duncan was at. messer looked up at his husband, his doe eyes sad.