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This hadn't been the first time in the last two years that he had been shackled and placed into some confinement area, so he had actually grown used to the steel cuffs that now ensnared each of his wrists, ankles, and the one that was conveniently wrapped around his neck. He watched the cold steel with those blank eyes of his, waiting for the next action to be put into play. The Prime Minister had been gracious enough to mention execution the last time he visited Birkin, but Will had just grinned at his threat. An execution had a 54% chance of causing a viral outbreak, and he knew that the Italian government couldn't handle such a disaster. So, for the time being, he was rather safe.
At least, he hoped so. The Italians he could pick apart and decipher their future moves - the Americans, however, were an entirely different story. They were all brash, especially those he had come into contact with in the past. If they decided to make a move, the whole mission could fall apart at and he would be at the chopping block for nothing.
The tolling of the afternoon bell shattered the snowballing paranoia that was beginning to form in the doctor's mind and he leaned his head back against the steel surroundings of his confinement to peer outside the small sliver of a window. It was four and the sun was beginning to fall, giving the sky a purplish-hue. It was all a tragic cliche, really; the setting sun and the morbid prisoner. For a moment, the G-Type Tyrant gave a roll of his eyes.
The guard would be coming soon with his daily rations of slop that probably dated back to World War II, considering their contents. At first, William believed it was some insidious jest towards him that they would feed him remnants of what looked to be parts of animal. He believed it to be a sign of their distaste of what he was. But after a few days, he realized, through information he got from local guards, that Italy's economic standpoint wasn't exactly high ranking. They had lost a lot of money since the UN converted every country to the Euro. So, Birkin couldn't complain. He was probably in a better situation than many of Italy's own citizens.
Birkin lifted his body as he heard the slight rapping of a baton against the prison bars down the hallway. It was feeding time, apparently, just as he thought. The young guard was a spunky one, but he had grown fond of him and his curiosity. Giovanni, as he introduced himself a few days back, always wanted to go to college, but his parents didn't have the money to afford it, so he enlisted and found himself working as a guard. He had dreams of being a musician came up whenever he came by. The young Italy boy would always stop at Birkin's cage and strike up a conversation. He seemed to be the only one who wasn't bother by who he was or what he was. And on cue, just as he had before, Giovanni came waltzing up with the dish of slop and promptly slid it through a small slot on the outside of the cell.
"Ah, Mr. Birkin. You're looking a little better today," Giovanni flashed a smile before crouching down. William just stood and padded over to where the food had been set and crouched down as well so that he was eye level with the strapping lad. "You aren't sad tonight. I bring you extra food today - I know it is not the best, but it will keep you from starving."
"Thank you, Giovanni." Birkin wrapped his claws around the sides of the dish and dragged it backwards. "I will enjoy the food you have bestowed upon me."
The guard gave a slight laugh and waved a hand. "Do not worry, Mr. Birkin. Just enjoy it. You know, Mr. Birkin, I do not know why you are here. You seem like a good man."
William raised his eyes and frowned. "You know my crimes against the world at large. You know what I've done."
"-What your partner did," Giovanni cut in. Birkin hissed.
"Do not talk about Albert like that."
There was a sudden silence from Giovanni as he stood and sighed. "I do not mean harm, Mr. Birkin, but if it weren't for him, you wouldn't be here."
"That's the price of loyalty."
"...Loyalty?"
Birkin suddenly stood, his claws rolling across the ground - his loafers had been taken by another guard who found him a "detestable animal that doesn't deserve the gifts of man."
"When you get out into the world, you will find someone who will support you. When you do, I want you to think about what you would do for that person then think about me. That person? That one you would die for? That is how Albert is to me."
The boy seemed to understand and he just gave a slight nod, as if wrapped in thought. "I..I see."
The serious attitude of the conversation wasn't one that William wanted to indulge in. He wanted to talk about the usual subjects with Giovanni, so as soon as he could, he returned to his seat and snorted.
"How are your piano lessons going?"
At least, he hoped so. The Italians he could pick apart and decipher their future moves - the Americans, however, were an entirely different story. They were all brash, especially those he had come into contact with in the past. If they decided to make a move, the whole mission could fall apart at and he would be at the chopping block for nothing.
The tolling of the afternoon bell shattered the snowballing paranoia that was beginning to form in the doctor's mind and he leaned his head back against the steel surroundings of his confinement to peer outside the small sliver of a window. It was four and the sun was beginning to fall, giving the sky a purplish-hue. It was all a tragic cliche, really; the setting sun and the morbid prisoner. For a moment, the G-Type Tyrant gave a roll of his eyes.
The guard would be coming soon with his daily rations of slop that probably dated back to World War II, considering their contents. At first, William believed it was some insidious jest towards him that they would feed him remnants of what looked to be parts of animal. He believed it to be a sign of their distaste of what he was. But after a few days, he realized, through information he got from local guards, that Italy's economic standpoint wasn't exactly high ranking. They had lost a lot of money since the UN converted every country to the Euro. So, Birkin couldn't complain. He was probably in a better situation than many of Italy's own citizens.
Birkin lifted his body as he heard the slight rapping of a baton against the prison bars down the hallway. It was feeding time, apparently, just as he thought. The young guard was a spunky one, but he had grown fond of him and his curiosity. Giovanni, as he introduced himself a few days back, always wanted to go to college, but his parents didn't have the money to afford it, so he enlisted and found himself working as a guard. He had dreams of being a musician came up whenever he came by. The young Italy boy would always stop at Birkin's cage and strike up a conversation. He seemed to be the only one who wasn't bother by who he was or what he was. And on cue, just as he had before, Giovanni came waltzing up with the dish of slop and promptly slid it through a small slot on the outside of the cell.
"Ah, Mr. Birkin. You're looking a little better today," Giovanni flashed a smile before crouching down. William just stood and padded over to where the food had been set and crouched down as well so that he was eye level with the strapping lad. "You aren't sad tonight. I bring you extra food today - I know it is not the best, but it will keep you from starving."
"Thank you, Giovanni." Birkin wrapped his claws around the sides of the dish and dragged it backwards. "I will enjoy the food you have bestowed upon me."
The guard gave a slight laugh and waved a hand. "Do not worry, Mr. Birkin. Just enjoy it. You know, Mr. Birkin, I do not know why you are here. You seem like a good man."
William raised his eyes and frowned. "You know my crimes against the world at large. You know what I've done."
"-What your partner did," Giovanni cut in. Birkin hissed.
"Do not talk about Albert like that."
There was a sudden silence from Giovanni as he stood and sighed. "I do not mean harm, Mr. Birkin, but if it weren't for him, you wouldn't be here."
"That's the price of loyalty."
"...Loyalty?"
Birkin suddenly stood, his claws rolling across the ground - his loafers had been taken by another guard who found him a "detestable animal that doesn't deserve the gifts of man."
"When you get out into the world, you will find someone who will support you. When you do, I want you to think about what you would do for that person then think about me. That person? That one you would die for? That is how Albert is to me."
The boy seemed to understand and he just gave a slight nod, as if wrapped in thought. "I..I see."
The serious attitude of the conversation wasn't one that William wanted to indulge in. He wanted to talk about the usual subjects with Giovanni, so as soon as he could, he returned to his seat and snorted.
"How are your piano lessons going?"