HT100 #86: Somebody's Watching You--Curtain Call
Curtain Call
B/K
exactly 200 words 'cause I couldn't get it lower than 117, so I went for a multiple of 100
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Coming back to Em City was like never having left. The only thing that ever changed was the assholes in it. Everything else was the same: the paint, the lights, even the smell. And like always, Chris Keller was watching him. Toby pulled his belongings a little closer to his chest as he started up the stairs to his new pod. Keller's eyes followed his every step.
"Toby!" McManus leapt up the stairs two at a time. "Welcome back." He paused. "With all he chaos, I never got the chance to say: I'm sorry about Keller."
Unbidden, Toby's eyes shot to the last spot where they had stood. Even the railing was the same. The blood below--and the body--was gone.
"That makes one of us, then." In six years, Toby's false smile hadn't changed much either.
"You don't mean that." McManus grabbed his wrist. Special projects or not, he was too smart to touch many inmates.
Toby jerked away. "Yeah, I do. It's better this way. Better for both of us." The sane and sensible half of his brain realized that was true; the other half just wished that someone would make those fucking eyes stop watching him.
B/K
exactly 200 words 'cause I couldn't get it lower than 117, so I went for a multiple of 100
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Coming back to Em City was like never having left. The only thing that ever changed was the assholes in it. Everything else was the same: the paint, the lights, even the smell. And like always, Chris Keller was watching him. Toby pulled his belongings a little closer to his chest as he started up the stairs to his new pod. Keller's eyes followed his every step.
"Toby!" McManus leapt up the stairs two at a time. "Welcome back." He paused. "With all he chaos, I never got the chance to say: I'm sorry about Keller."
Unbidden, Toby's eyes shot to the last spot where they had stood. Even the railing was the same. The blood below--and the body--was gone.
"That makes one of us, then." In six years, Toby's false smile hadn't changed much either.
"You don't mean that." McManus grabbed his wrist. Special projects or not, he was too smart to touch many inmates.
Toby jerked away. "Yeah, I do. It's better this way. Better for both of us." The sane and sensible half of his brain realized that was true; the other half just wished that someone would make those fucking eyes stop watching him.