An Eye for an Eye

Chapter Three

All characters in this story are original.

A/N: After I had written the first two chapters, I wasn’t sure if I would continue this story but after all the reviews, ratings and hit count, I decided to.I had no idea of the interest this story would generate.

Thank you so much to everyone who is reading this little tale of mine! It means so much to me! Special thanks go to: Anon, Smithsbabe65, Anonymous, cade and sap—it was your reviews that made me want to continue!

Sorry for this chapter being so short—I just wanted to get it out as soon as possible.

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Brian stood in line with the other inmates and waited to be served his portion of whatever shit was being served for lunch today. A glob of a greenish substance was plopped on his tray, next to a small brown hunk of meat.

“Mystery Meat” was the polite term but it was probably best not to know what it really consisted of. Rumour had it that the meat was ground up flesh from the scores of mice that were caught in the kitchen mousetraps each day.

But the disgusting mess in front of him didn’t bother him; in less than two months’ time, he would be free. Brian already had planned in advance what he would do the moment he got out—he’d go to a restaurant and eat real food again and sit in the same room with human beings; not the vultures and scavengers that he brushed shoulders with on a daily basis. The second thing he would do was find a whore and prove to himself that he still knew how to fuck a woman’s brains out.

He found an empty place at a table beside his one and only friend. “I need to get my hands on something and I was wondering if you’d help me.” He lowered his voice. One never knew when a guard or another con was listening.

“What?”

“A piece.”

Smith sighed. He’d been expecting Brian to ask for his help in obtaining a gun but this was one favour when he wouldn’t be able to fill. “I think you should ask your bunkmate for that. His contacts on the outside are newer than mine.”

“I’m not asking that jerkoff for anything!” Brian hissed, a shudder of fear tightening his gut unpleasantly. He pushed his tray away, his appetite gone. Not that it had been all that great anyway.

“If you want a gun, you have no choice. If you’re worried about talking to him, don’t be. He won’t touch you again, I promise.”

“Oh?” Brian feigned surprise. “Did he suddenly lose his dick in an accident I don’t know about?”

Smith chuckled. “Nope. His dick is still there, but I’ve got him by the balls and he knows it.”

Brian looked at his friend with admiration. “What the hell did you do?” He listened as Smith told him and his jaw dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He could not believe his good luck—he wouldn’t have to sell himself after all!

“It’s true, every goddamn word.”

“Why? Why would you do that for me?”

Smith sighed as he pondered the best way to answer his young friend’s question and decided the truth would be best. “I see you like my own son, Brian, that’s why.”

Brian felt his throat tighten and he blinked rapidly to force the tears back. No one had cared so much about him since his Nana was alive. He would find a way to pay Smith back for everything he’d done. “If there’s anything I can ever do to repay you…”

Smith’s blue eyes flashed to Brian’s, locking the young man's eyes in a gaze that was cold and steely. “The only thing I going to ask is that you stay away from Granger’s kid. That’ll be my payment. Do you promise that you’ll do that? Don’t lie to me and think that I’ll never know because I will.”

Brian scowled but kept his thoughts to himself. For a long time, he’d dreamed of making Granger and his wife watch helplessly as he took out all of his rage and frustration out in the little girl’s pussy. Fucking her into the carpet, listening to her cry out for her daddy to help her…Underneath the table, Brian wiped his clammy palms on his pants and crossed his legs as he felt himself getting hard.

“Well?” Smith demanded sharply. He closely watched Brian’s face as the boy mumbled his assent. It was only fair after all; the girl had done nothing to his young friend and he shouldn’t blame her. “On a more serious note, it’s him you’ll have to talk to about getting a gun.”

“Terrific.”

Smith heard the distrustful tone in Brian’s voice. “Kid, I’ve never steered you wrong yet and I'm sure as hell not gonna start now. Trust me, he won’t ever touch you again. No one will. If you still don’t believe me, you can talk to him yourself— but it would be best if you waited until we’re all locked safely away in our cells and you can get him alone. Come on, we gotta go--it’s playtime.” Smith was referring to the one hour that they were allowed outside in the exercise yard.

Brian ambled leisurely about the yard, knowing full well that the eyes of Vic and his goons were on him. They were huddled in a tight group, talking quietly amongst themselves, watching his every move.

But Brian, for once, was not afraid of their scrutiny. However much Vic wanted to touch him, even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try something outside under the watchful eyes of the guards who patrolled the area nor the ones in the watch towers, their automatic rifles at the ready for the first sign of trouble.

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When it came to lights-out, Brian put aside his book. For the last two hours, he flipped the pages absent-mindedly, not seeing the printed words or comprehending their meaning. The only thing on his mind was how to gather up the courage to speak to his cellmate. No matter what Smith had told him earlier, Brian did not believe that the brute that slept on the top bunk would never violate him again. It was too good to be true and in Brian’s experience, things like that were never as they seemed.

As Brian heard Vic turn over in his bed in preparation for sleep, Brian’s stomach tightened into a hard coil. It was now or never.

“I’ve heard that you’re the one to see about getting a gun.”

There was no reply. Brian resigned himself to asking the question tomorrow when he heard Vic answer.

“Depends. What do you want it for?”

“Home invasion,” Brian said.

“Are you planning on going after that cop?”

Brian did not ask how Vic knew that. It wasn’t important nor was it all that difficult in figuring it out—Vic had eyes and ears all through this place. “Yeah. He’s the one who put me in here. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have gone through all the shit that--”

“…me and my crew did to you?” Vic finished.

Brian heard the sneer in Vic’s voice. “Can you help me out or not?”

“Yeah. Did you have particular size of rod in mind?”

There was a double-entendre in that statement but Brian chose to ignore it. “Something big. Something that people will notice.”

“Kid, it’s obvious that you know nothing about guns. Having a gun that big draws attention and that is the worst thing you can do. A big calibre weapon looks scary, but it’s hard to hide. It’s not something you can just stick in your pocket and hope that no one notices, you know?”

“No, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you. You’re the fucking expert!”

“Keep your voice down! The entire cell block can hear you, for Chrissake!”

“Can you help me or not?” Brian said meekly. He cringed at the submissive tone in his voice but after two years living with the animal who shared the same cell, being obedient and doing what he was told without question was second nature to him.

“Yeah. I can give you a name and number of one of my associates when you get outside.”

“How much?”

Vic was about to quote a price but he changed his mind. Giving the kid a gun free was not something he wanted to do, but the old man’s hand was over the kid’s head, protecting him like an invisible shield. And as long as that continued, Vic knew he couldn’t afford to piss Smith off. Besides, Vic reasoned within himself, he had many ways to recoup the money. Once Brian was out on his own, Smith’s hold on Vic would be null and void. If the kid needed a piece, he’d get one, no questions asked.

As well, blowing away a cop, any cop, was worth it. It was very likely that Granger would take Brian out anyway. The kid didn’t know how to protect himself, otherwise he would have done so long ago. If Brian was up against a man who had years of experience with guns and who was trained in hand to hand combat, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure who would be the last man standing. The best that Vic could hope for was that they both killed each other.

“How much will it be?”

“Nothin’. It ain’t gonna cost you nothin’.”

Brian inhaled deeply and as he did so, he felt something flow through his body. It had been a lifetime ago since he felt it but he knew what it was: courage. He exhaled slowly, savouring the feeling of optimism, however cautious. “Smith told me something about money. Was that true?”

Vic’s only response was a harsh and angry "Fuck you."

Brian decided not to push his luck and antagonize Vic further. Starting tomorrow, he’d have to start planning his strategy for that ratshit cop. Something like that required a lot of thought and he’d need to put all of his energy into it if he was to do pull it off. His ordeal would be over in less than two months. Only after he’d taken Granger and his family down could he get past what had happened to him in this terrible place.

Brian turned onto his side and smiled into his pillow. For the first time in many months, slept without dreams. Or nightmares.