Unchangeable

Chapter 6 - Cell-block 101 -

Edited.

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With my eyes closed I could hear the gentle humming of an old song that my parents once used to sing to me as a child, the callous tune awoke me and I slowly stirred from the cold iron bed. Dragging my legs to hang over the side of the bed, the humming stopped.

"So your finally awake, it's about time you got up off your lazy ass."

I opened my eyes and saw Azazel pumping away, press up after press up.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He stopped and sat on his bed across from me as he spoke.

"Wasn't it obvious that I was doing my daily exercises dude?"

A sudden thought struck me as I frantically tried to understand the situation.

"Wait a minute, why the hell are you in here too?"

He began to laugh at me.

"Isn't that another obvious question buddy, I'm just like you. I've been talking to the guards and some of the inmates to get a better understanding as to what happened to us, and they call you a spawner which is a rare individual, who is the key to all of us. When you let out that light back at the observatory you basically spread the mutated cells in your body to the surrounding area, in other words, every single survivor from our school became like we are now and is somewhere within this prison designed to keep us in and everyone else out."

I was listening with such focus and I couldn't believe what I was hearing, because of me and my lack of self-control all the people I once looked at with joy on their faces are now trapped in here or dead before they could be turned. Nobody escaped a fate bound with the demons that crawled out of that hole. Realizing this I sunk my head into my hands and begged whatever gods that cared enough to look down on me for forgiveness.

"What have I done? Is that what you're thinking dude?"

I looked up at Azazel with my heart aching in pain.

"Stop pulling the face of a dog prepared to be put down, I admit I didn't expect this but in honesty there are much worse endings to a high school life than this. Most people say goodbye and lose good friends forever, go off to a boring job they hate and struggle their entire lives for wealth and any shrivel of power they can find. But in the end they die and all that goes to waste, we might be held down but we are more free than people like that will ever be, besides out of us all you've had it pretty rough. I mean you had your arm ripped off then it slowly healed by your flames and then after that there is everything that happened upstairs in the operating theatre. They broadcast it throughout the prison, I'm sorry for what happened, if only I could have done something to help you like a good friend would have."

I couldn't see my friend apologizing for my father's death, it was just too painful to bear.

"Azazel, please don't apologize for that, the man who killed my father will be terminated by my own hands someday, when that happens I'll listen to whatever feelings you have regarding the matter."

Azazel paused for a minute before standing up and walking to the cell door, he turned his head back to me and spoke sternly.

"You don't have to pretend to be made of steel, your human just like the rest of us. It's okay to mourn over the loss of a loved one, get some rest and think about things while I'm gone, I'm going to get some dinner for us from the cafeteria."

He walked through the door and it began to shut automatically.

Maybe he was right and I was trying too hard to be tough but for some reason I just couldn't cry.