Fan Fiction ❯ You Make Me Crazy ❯ Mysterious Punk ( Chapter 7 )

The guard led Malon through a dark hallway, which consisted of pale people sticking their hands through the bars and swiping at any people who dared to pass by.

 

“Who's the hot chick? Can I bathe with her?” one asked.

 

“Silence you criminals! She's only here for a few days for potion treatment.”

 

“Oh, she's a crazy one? I like lunatic girls! It makes `em easy!” another prisoner commented.

 

“Shut up, all of you!” the guard barked. “And keep your hands in the bars!”

 

They ended up at a cell on the very end with one other person in it.

 

“Sorry to have to make you share, but since this place has been so crowded lately, pretty much everyone needs to share a cell with at least one other person.” He opened the cell door with a key and untied the rope from her wrists after he led her inside. “Introduce yourself, young man! This lady named Malon is going to be spending a few days here.”

 

No answer came from the man.

 

“Alright…well, you two have plenty of time to get acquainted. Holler if you need anything.” And he closed the door on the two of them.

 

“Hmph,” Was all she heard the man sitting in the corner utter.

 

Taking the nearby candle on the table, she held it towards the direction of the man.

 

“Hmph.” He said again.

 

Malon carefully studied him. His mouth and nose were covered in a tattered scarf. His head was covered with bandages, as if it was a hat. His fingertips were covered with the same bandages as well. He was wearing some sort of blue spandex suit, but she could not see his face until he looked up at the candle she was holding. She was amazed.

 

He had radiant ruby-red eyes that glistened in the flame the candle had on its wick. A few locks of golden blonde hair hung out from under the tight head-wraps. His skin looked strangely soft and silky for a man.

 

Malon didn't mumble a single word. She noticed how lean, yet muscular he was; very much like the body-type Link had.

 

“What are you in for?” he asked, startling her.

 

Debating on whether she should respond, Malon took a deep breath and replied “They think I'm crazy.”

 

“What a coincidence. But hey, don't feel too bad. I've been in here for three months, and I'm still doing fine.”

 

“Don't most mentally ill people who are sent here usually get out after a few days by taking a potion? Only people who did a drastic crime are here for months or years.”

 

“Meh, I like to…rebel a bit.” He sneered, sounding rather snobby. “I refuse to take that potion if there is nothing wrong with me. They are the problem. They do not believe.”

 

“Don't believe what?”

 

“Never mind that. Listen, if you want to get out of here, take the potion. It tastes bad and the only unpleasant side-effect is that you get knocked out for a while.”

 

“Then why don't you take it?”

 

“I already told you. I like to rebel.”

 

“I see. Don't you want to get out of here, though?”

 

“No, I rather like it here.” He waved to a nearby man in another cell. “Tomorrow, dude!”

 

The man in the other cell winked back, as if it was a secret code that only people who've been in the prison long enough could understand.

 

Malon eyed both of them, confused, but had a feeling she knew what they might've been referring to.

 

“Oh, I guess I should tell you, we're having showers tomorrow morning.” He explained.

 

“But I'm a woman. I don't want them to see me…”

 

“The guards don't care. You're going to be in the same room as us, buck-naked…whether you like it or not.”

 

She gulped. “Um…maybe I can skip one, since I'll only be here a few days.”

 

The man shook his head. “One of the last things the guards tolerate is smelly prisoners. We shower together, regardless of gender. At least it shows they're not sexist.”

 

Malon tried to take her mind off of it and sat down on the bottom bunk bed. “Oh, which bed do you sleep on?”

 

“Ask me if I prefer the top or bottom, and say it as loudly as you can when you ask it, babe.”

 

Shrugging at his odd request, she obeyed and asked loud enough for everyone to hear, “Top or bottom?”

 

“Either, as long as I get some pleasure!” he shouted back.

 

The entire prison broke out in laughter and applause.

 

“Oh, nice one! I see you're mister popularity here.” She spat at him.

 

“When you've been here as long as I have, you learn to deal with pretty much everything that's thrown your way.”

 

“Just do me a favor and leave me alone!” Malon pouted, lying down on the bottom bunk and setting the candle back down in its original spot on the table. “And I don't care if this is your bed. I'm taking it.”

 

“Have it your way.”

 

“Lights out!” a guard barked at everyone. “Turn `em off! Bedtime, yeh filthy criminals!”

 

“Oh, joy.” Her cellmate said sarcastically.

 

“Don't you have anything better to do than being cynical?” Malon hissed at him.

 

“I'm not the one being cynical. I have a good attitude about being here. You've been here for less than a day and you're already being negative.”

 

“Take this.” The guard commanded as he walked in the cell. “If I don't see that bottle empty on the table tomorrow morning, you're spending extra days here until you make up for the days you didn't take it, missy.” He left, slamming the bars shut behind him.

 

“You'd better listen to him. In fact, why don't I feed it to you, babe? I'll show you how to take it properly.”

 

Malon broke out in a sweat. This man began to remind her of Ivo. She quickly drank the nasty potion and set it down on the table. “How's that?” She managed to say while alarmed that she didn't vomit yet from the taste. She lay back down on the bed.

 

“You didn't do it right. Next time, let me help you. Goodnight.” He watched the potion tire her out slowly and crept over to the bunk bed. Then he lay down on top of her.

 

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!” she woke up instantly and pushed him off her chest.

 

“Sleeping on my bed. But you know, I think I like this better.”