Disclaimer:  I do not own any of these characters and am just playing around with them.

 

To Spite Your Face

 

Kyle walked into the cafeteria for the first time in a week.  He took his tray and then sat at a table by himself.  He felt his pulse race when he heard Enrique’s voice behind him.

 

“Hey pretty.  Look it’s my pretty, all better and back to play some more.”  Enrique chided.  Kyle held his breath to calm himself.  One-day death would visit upon Enrique Consuelo, but it was not that day.

 

“Keep it going.”  Louie said as he nudged Enrique with his baton.  Howie Willow sat down across from Kyle and grinned at him.

 

“So, you can’t take a punch, eh?”  The older man said.  “I thought you was a Nancy Boy the day they brought you in here.”

 

Having had enough, Kyle threw down his fork and grabbed the man across the table.  He yanked the man forward and lunged for him.  He sank his teeth into the flesh around the man’s nose and tore at it, moving his head from side to side.

 

Blood spurted and the man screamed and within seconds two guards were behind Kyle, trying to pull him off the man.  One hit him with a baton as a third guard grabbed the other man and began to pull him from behind.

 

They pulled the men apart, Kyle tearing the man’s nose off in the process.  He spat the part onto the floor and chuckled, smiling evilly at the man whose blood dripped from his face.

 

The prisoners stood about them in stunned silence as they dragged Kyle from the room.  One man turned to Enrique as the medics came in to treat the bleeding man who reached for his nose on the floor.

 

“That could have been your dick.”  The man laughed and Enrique shoved him and walked away.

 

Kyle was dragged to Cell Block F and to the solitary confinement cells.  The guards threw him into one of the cells.  He climbed to his feet and when he was the look on Hendricks face, he knew the guard wasn’t finished.

 

“Why in the hell did you do that?  You bit his nose clean off!”  Hendricks asked coldly.  Kyle chuckled darkly.

 

“I didn’t like the way he used it to look down on me.”  Kyle replied.

 

“I suppose you thought that was funny, eh Doe?”  Hendricks, a tall, blonde guard sneered.  He pulled his baton from his belt and hit Kyle in the stomach. Kyle doubled over and Hendricks hit him across his back.  Kyle sunk to his knees and Hendricks hit him once more, on the back of his head, before he turned and left the cell and slammed the door behind him.

 

Kyle lay on the floor a while.  It was dark in the quiet cell.  The whole cellblock was eerily silent.  Kyle wiped the drying blood off of his face with his sleeve and slowly climbed onto the bunk where he lay down.

 

Hours would pass before the lights went out in the dimly lit cell.  When they did, his worst nightmares returned.  So did the voices.

To Be Continued…

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