Deal With The Devil

(Bright's POV) Understanding the minds of criminals is my job. Sitting in a locked room with a person who's seen a lot of people die before his eyes doesn't bother me anymore. In fact, it never did. I see a maximum security prison as an amusement park. But instead of fun rides and various attractions, the stars of this place are serial killers and their magnificent crimes. Killing is a form of art, and I'm just one of a million people who would fall asleep with their dark confessions like it's some bedtime story. You must be thinking that I'm sick in the head. I get that a lot. "So you're Falaguerra?" I asked while scanning his crime record. He went on a killing spree for five years. He's known as "The Vanisher". Interesting. I lifted my head to look at him. He has beautiful brown eyes, but they looked dead and lifeless. I was told that he voluntarily put himself behind bars after five years of evading the law. I'm quite impressed by how he managed to keep his cool despite t

(Bright's POV) "Breach of Confidentiality?" he lifted his head to look at me. I rolled my eyes. Why do I have to be questioned by him of all people? The police literally arrested me like I'm some very dangerous criminal. It's not like I killed a person. All I did was disclose "some" of Falaguerra's information. They weren't even much and the public deserved to know. The people he killed might have family. They could've looked at the bright side of what I did. Heartless enforcers. "You must be so desperate to repair the damage you've done to your sister," he taunted. My brows furrowed. "Shut your face!" I wasn't able to control myself. My sister has nothing to do with this. His lips formed a smirk. I hissed. This A-hole. How did they even find out? I was confident enough to say that I did my dirty job clean. There's no way they'll learn about it this fast. Unless this bastard really took his time catching me. I looked at his face. The face of an A-hole. My eyes diverted to the up

(Bright's POV) The deafening silence filled the whole cafeteria. I used it as an opportunity to stand up and get my ass out of the scene. That's right Cole. Distract them. Buy me some time. The A-hole called Missile is staring intently at Falaguerra with an amused expression. I don't really care if they cause a scene as long as I'm not involved. "You must be Prisoner 13..." he slurred at him. I slowly stepped back while silently praying that the two hobos beside Missile will not notice me. Catching a black eye is the last thing I want to happen right now. "I heard you don't come out of your cell. Are you scared because your Mama's not here?" The four guys behind him laughed. But aside from them? Nobody else did. It seems like everyone is scared that Cole will be after them if they do. They slowly realized that they're the only ones laughing. The place became more silent after that. Missile's smirk faded. "Looks like these stupid babies fear you?" he remarked, scanning his eyes o

(Bright's POV) Life must be fucking me up so well. I tried to sleep last night, but I just couldn't. This is way out of my comfort zone. Maybe a punch in the face will make me fall asleep fast? Never mind. I still have a pain in my head because of my stupid self harm last time. I can't stop thinking about random things running in my head. It kept me awake the whole night. I have loads of questions and ideas and one of them is how can I get the fuck out of here. I thought of escaping. I don't know. Should I use my influence? Maybe they'd let me go if I tell them that I was a detective too. It didn't work though and even that wealthy freak from yesterday couldn't leave this place. His power can only manipulate the rules of when and how he can get his calls. What makes me any different? Should I start digging a hole on the floor? I mean, yeah. It's concrete, but who knows? Let's not underestimate the power of a metal spoon. Okay, that sounds more stupid. I frustratingly run my finge

(Bright's POV) This can't be right. Roll calls happen once a day only and that's the time where they call us to come out of our cells like pigs in the morning. Most prison facilities do it twice. Some thrice. And that's to make sure that everyone is following orders. They're strict when it comes to leaving the prison. But they don't give a fuck about anything once you're in here. You can do whatever you want except one thing. Escaping... Well, it is indeed maximum security. You can never step a foot outside unless it's the labor time where inmates are called out to do physical work on the box. But other than that? You're free to do whatever the fuck you want. The favor is with you if you have the cash. Wealthy people reigns this place. The police will bow before you. My day has been boring ever since I got back. My intestines have shrunk to their full limit already. I'm starving. I badly want to eat, but I'm afraid to go back to that cafeteria. It's the place where these evil fo