Cynthia Eden - Fear For Me

He stared at the same fucking walls day in and day out. The prison cell reeked of piss and vomit, and the heavy stench wouldnt go away. Sunlight never came inside his cellthere was no window to let in anything sweet. Just those three fucking walls, a stained toilet, a bed, and the bars that kept him prisoner.

Day in and day out.

But he wouldnt be prisoner for much longer. Hed planned. Prepared. His time was nearly at hand.

Ill get them. Every damn one of them. They wouldnt get away with what theyd done to him.

Yes, hed make them pay, and hed start with her.

His fingers curled around the shiv in his hand. Hed spent hours and hours carefully transforming the plastic spoon, turning it into the weapon he needed.

He preferred to hunt with a knife. He loved the feel of a knife in his hand. The hard, cold power of the blade.

Hed have a knife again. Soon enough. Hed feel the blade slice into skin. See the brilliant and beautiful red spray of blood.

Soon.

Lights out! the guard barked as he passed. Right on time. Douglas was always on time. Lights out, Walker!

Jon Walkers shoulders hunched but he made no move to advance toward the crumpled mattress that passed for his bed. Instead, his fingers curled tighter around his weapon. Hed never been one for cutting himself before. He liked to give the pain to others, but sometimes, sacrifices had to be made.

Medic, he bit out.

The guards shuffling footsteps halted. Whats that? Douglas Reed demanded.

Walker sliced the shiv across his stomach and grunted at the lance of pain. Blood dripped over his fingers as he turned to face the guard. The lights were still very much on, so the guard would easily see his wound. I needamedic The wound wasnt that deep, but hed always bled fast and wellwell enough to put on a nice show right then.

The guardshort, stockyswore and reached for his radio. Prisoners wounded! Douglas snapped. Its Walker, cell block four ten.

So far, everything was going according to plan. It should. Hed had plenty of time to plan. All those days. All those nights. Locked away.

Her fault. Shed been the one to toss him in this prison.

Drop the weapon!

More guards were coming. Other prisoners were shouting now as they realized that some action was going down. They all liked blood, as long as it wasnt their own.

Yes, Jon had everyones attention. It was so hard not to smile, but he couldnt do that. Not yet.

Making a big show, he dropped his weapon. Kept playing his role. They thought he was crazy anyway. That was why no other prisoners were allowed in his cell with him.

Theyd tried to put a prisoner in with him, back when hed first been brought to the Louisiana State Penitentiary. When the bastard had tried to push him around, when the others had tried to attack him, Jon had known just what to do.

Killing his cell mate had been easy. The sweet rush of power was exactly what hed needed to get through the dark days.

The guards swarmed him. He kept bleeding, but he didnt even feel a sting from the wound anymore. Soon the guards were rushing him to the med ward. At this time, so close to lights-out, the med ward would be nearly empty.

Nearly

There she is. Not the bitch who haunted him, but one who would give him a chance to escape. A woman who would dofor now.

The doctor spun toward him when he was wheeled inside. Dr. Sheila Long. She didnt smell of piss and vomit. She smelled of hope.

Freedom.

And peppermint. The lady had a taste for sweets. Hed noticed that the first time shed checked him out. Noticed it. Noticed Sheila with her long, dark hair. Hair she kept pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was pale, it looked like silk, and hed wanted it beneath his knife since that first meeting.

Sheilas gaze met his and then dropped quickly to his wound. Sheila never looked straight at him for too long. No one did. He noticed her stare widen when she saw the blood. The blood had soaked the bottom of his shirt, so she couldnt see the wound clearly. Good. She wouldnt know yet that hed avoided everything vital. After all his knife practice over the years, he knew how to make a cut that bled plenty but left the victim without any mortal injuries. He could keep playing like he was at deaths door.

Get him on the table, Sheila said, biting her lower lip. I need to see the damage.

One of the guards dragged him up on the table.

Jon gave out a long, pain-filled groan.

Sheila hurriedly went to work on him. Who attacked this prisoner?

Two of the guards left, heading back outside to take up what Jon knew were their positions outside of the med room. Theyd stay there until the doc was finished with him.

Douglas stayed behind. Protocol dictated that one guard would have to stay in the med room and oversee a prisoners treatment. One armed guard.

But Douglas had no weapon ready.

I do.

Douglas muttered, No one attacked him. The dumb fuck did it to himself. A rough sigh slid from him. Now well have to put him on suicide watch.

No, they wouldnt. Hed never been suicidal. He didnt want to see what waited in the next world for him. He liked this world far too much.

His gaze darted quickly around the room. Only Sheila and Douglas were there. The guards had been lazy when they burst into his cell. Theyd just taken the shiv that he dropped.

They hadnt even checked him for another weapon.

They should have.

Douglas bent toward him. Let me cuff him to the

Jon lunged up as he yanked out the second shiv. Douglas didnt have a chance to scream before that shiv sank deep into his throat.

Sheila just stood there, eyes wide, frozen.

Fear could do that to a person. Make them freeze when they should flee. Not that he was going to give her time to flee.

He yanked the shiv out of Douglas as the guards body fell to the floor with a thud. The thud made Sheila flinch. She opened her mouth to scream.

Her scream would alert the guards outside. No one ignored a womans scream in this hell. The prisoners might enjoy the scream, but no one ignored it.

I cant have her bringing company in.

He grabbed Sheila, wrapped his hand around her mouth, and put the bloody shiv at her jugular. There are two ways this can work. His lips brushed over her ear. The scent of peppermints teased him. So much better than piss. He inhaled deeply, then said, I can kill you now, or you can be a good girl. He liked good girls. He liked bad ones, too. If youre good, then you get to live longer. But youll still die. Hed gone too long without a womans blood staining his hands.

No, she wasnt the bitch who tormented his dreams, the one whod pay for taking so much away from him, but Sheilaoh, sweet Sheila would still bleed damn well for him. Shed give him the rush of power, of pleasure, that hed missed for so long.

She was his tool. His toy. His ticket out of the cage.

He could feel the mad thunder of her heartbeat against him. Sheila was small, probably only around five foot two. Curved, but she hid her figure under her oversize scrubs. Her features were plain, when he liked his girls prettier, but shed do.

Shed definitely do.

Call out to the guards, he ordered her, keeping his mouth at her ear. She was trembling against him. Tell them youre stitching me up. Because they were just outside that door. He knew that. He let the shiv slice her, drawing forth a long trickle of her blood. Yes. I missed that. If you call for help, youll be dead before they get in the room. Those words were a promise. Sheila would have read his file. She would know all about the things hed done.