2 Hours Later.
Rufus and "Two" took the Helicopter and are currently at the Site.
Dreyfus, Jeremiah, and Anne Von Cleve walked through Level 3 of the Prison.
Prison Levels 1-10. Deep underground. It's not a new concept.
But these were not normal prisons. These prisoners were not rotting away.
These were evil men. But they were useful men. Occasionally, Mr. N and the President would hire them.
The better they performed and the more value they brought, the more rewards they received.
Women, Access to female prisoners, Drugs, Video Games, Vacations, Less time on their sentence.
And for the more decent ones, they would just request a few months with their families. Many of them, from Level 5 onwards, all had the death penalty.
And the Dark Triad reached level 5. Jeremiah looked around him as the atmosphere shifted. Above them, high, high above them, His eyes caught the attention of 2 Prison Gaurds as he almost shuddered in fear.
2 women looked at him, they mumbled, and they laughed. Long black hair, black sclera, greyish red eyes, and a silver outfit.
The other one wore an expensive white outfit decorated with lace, ribbons, and silver jewelry.
Pale white hair fell over her face in messy strands, nearly blending into her ghostly skin. Her lips were colorless, her eyes heavy and distant.
Jeremiah felt so threatened that he took his Great Weapon out of his pocket. They were suppressing their Life Force, but their life force far surpassed the Elite Guards he knew.
Dreyfus looked up at them and then kept walking. "Puppets monsters," he whispered.
Jeremiah commented, "Those are the Lieutenants for the Elite Guard with the highest Elo being Puppet Brain...
"So that's how they keep these prisoners in check," he mumbled.
"How many of the Lieutenants for the President's Elite Guard are around here, Anne?"
Anne rolled her eyes. "I don't fucking kno-"
"Around 10-12, I assume," Dreyfus whispered.
"And where exactly is Gonen?" Jeremiah asked.
"He's level 10."
Jesus Chris- Jeremiah is cut off as Dreyfus tells him to shush.
Dreyfus slowly puts out his hand in front of his squad; he sniffs.
"I smell a pig."
As he turns left, deep inside the Jail cell are sex noises.
But there's a familiar energy he recognizes.
And there is he, with crimson red hair.
As Two is deep inside a woman, he slowly turns around.
"You're not going to ruin my orgasm, are you?"
Dreyfus, for the first time in a long time, smiled.
Ear to ear, his face contorted deeply. His excitement couldn't be suppressed even if he tried.
Still naked, Two kicked away the woman. Walking forward, his swords were already lodged into the ground. As he walked, he picked up "Two" of them.
Dreyfus cackled as his voice went high-pitched.
His lips came together slowly.
"Who"
"Am"
'I"
The prisoners went silent.
Anne and Jeremiah heard this signature line and instantly ran away. Deeper in the prison.
As Dreyfus's life force peaked. He was not holding back.
Two felt the cold chill as he broke into cold sweats.
The prisoners who were all silent previously.....
...
ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UUUGAUAARARRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THEY ALL CHEERED, EVERYONE WOKE UP AS THEY ROAARRREEDDDD!!!!!
THE PRISON WAS ALIVEEEEEEE.
TURN OFF ALL CAMERAS.
PLACE ALL YOUR BETS.
Someone said on the announcement microphones, "All cameras are now off."
Two covered his face. His life force? It's double what it was the last time we met. It's even higher than Anastasia's, no, that's not it. It's so dark, scary. It's as if the people he consumed, he absorbed them there, crying inside of him. Begging to be freed..."
Then it clicked.
"C" For the Cannibal.
And for the first time in a long time, he felt fear.
"Could that be his complication?"
Adrenaline flowed through his veins, and a smile forced its way upon his face as well.
Dreyfus stepped forward as he asked the question once again, slowly, his lips pouting.
"Who~ Am~ I~"