Sleeping had become a luxury since he got locked up in Thornhall. Every morning, Kjolmar woke from the footsteps entering the hall. Experience taught him to be on his guard at all times. The bruises reminded him of the one time he didn't wake up on time. The saddest part was that he realized he couldn't even report the corrupted guards. Mutants no longer received equal rights as 'normal' humans since the war started.

As the footsteps approached, Kjolmar sat up straight in his bed. When they stopped at his cell, he closed his eyes for one second as all hope got drained that they were just passing through. "B-5, come with us." one of them said. They always with two guards. Kjolmar wasn't sure why, since all prisoners were constantly drugged anyway. Perhaps they didn't want to risk any abilities gettign through or something like that.

Kjolmar walked up to the front of the cell. "I didn't do anything." he tried as a last resort. One of the guard zapped him with a taser. "We didn't ask for your opinion, B-5." One should think you'd get used to the feeling of getting tasered but it made Kjolmar feel ill every single time. Kjolmar grabbed the bars in front of him in order not to fall to the floor from the pain. The bars started to bend a little, most likely a result from his suppressed powers. "Hey, cut it out." one of the guards said. The other one started to walk to the next cell. "Maybe we should take that one first."

Panic filled Kjolmar's eyes. He couldn't let them take Felix, he didn't even know what they were planning this time. He had to think fast. "And here I was hoping for a threesome with you guys. Oh well, I'll just imagine it when I give myself a wank later on." It seemed to work, the guards came back to his cell. "Still Mr. wise guy, huh B-5? Let's see who will laugh last." They opened to the cell door but at that exact moment, their walkies buzzed. They were called in by their boss. "It seems to be your lucky day, B-5, enjoy it while you still can." With those words, they left the hall.

Kjolmar threw himself on his bed, recovering from the tasering and relieved he dodged a bullet there.

Felix had always been a heavy sleeper. He failed to wake up for alarms and bright lights and now his well-being relied on getting up on cue, his body wore the marks of abuse that reflected his inability to rouse himself from slumber. Yet out of necessity his body was adjusting. Today he had awoken has the fluorescent bulb in his otherwise plain cell had flickered on and lay with his eyes shut counting the footsteps down the hallway. His stomach tightened with apprehension as the guards approached and relaxed when they stopped short of his own reinforced door. His relief was quickly replaced by apprehension and he sat up to listen as, his now only friend, B-5 (or ‘K’ as he was known the Felix) conversed with their keepers.

Felix whispered a “No” in alarm when the guards moved towards his cell instead. He stood, straightened himself out and positioned himself in the middle of his cell as chatter approached. But they never reached him, recalled by some witty remark from K. This time the “No” was louder. He shouldn't sacrifice himself for me. Sure he knows more about me than anyone else in the world, but that’s only because we've talked for hours and hours on end. We've never even met. At that point Felix stopped and wondered not for the first time what K actually looked like. Was the Belgian tall? Dark? Hairy? Facially attractive? A static buzz drew him from this repeated reverie.

Then suddenly the noise outside stopped but only the same two pairs of footsteps receded. Felix lay down and savoured the cool touch of the floor on his near naked body. He turned to face the small grill in the wall beside him – the opening to an air duct that also piped to K’s room next door. The grill didn’t join the two rooms but the piping carried the vibrations from their voices into one another’s cells. He heard a small groan and couldn't help but smile. “You really have a kinky thing for tasers don’t you?”

The sound of Felix' voice always made Kjolmar smile, despite their horrible location. He crawled back up and moved towards the air duct. The floor was cold but it didn't matter anymore. "Yeah, it thrills me every day." he joked about the tasers.

It wasn't easy to make a friend in Thornhall, even mutants turned on mutants in here. Kjolmar had imagined at least a thousand different looks when he heard Felix' voice. He'd find out soon, though. The head of staff had decided the inmates should get out of their cells more in order to make themselves useful in the form of mini-jobs. Their injections would be doubled though, to avoid any problems with abilities kicking in. Kjolmar had been designed as the head chef in Thornhall's kitchen.

"Fee?" he asked, a little nervous. "We're still one guy short and I will eat my own toe if they put that Russian guy in my kitchen. Do you happen to cook?" For Kjolmar, the issue wasn't so much about the meals, he just wanted his only friend to be around him.

A grin appeared on his face. "I wish the guards would eat our meals, I'd put some soap in them."

Micheal was sitting down in the middle of his cell singing the forth movement of Beethoven's ninth symphony,His eyes closes and kept singing to himself imaging the music and his head. As he stood up now waving his hands up and down thinking of the music getting louder in his head,He stopped singing for a moment looking ahead of him walking close to the cell doors.

"Che una bella mattina" He said in Italian glad that he had learned the language that he loved so much form his mafia friends, Leaning his head against the cell door trying to see if he could fit though the hole of the cell since his cell was designed for him to be blank with no windows or vents because he might escape though them.

Of course he made light about the tasers. Typical K.

He’d head from casual guard evesdropping that some of the more compliant prisoners were going to be granted more freedom in exchange for speciality skills or labour. Whilst he wasn’t especially skilled nor physically strong Felix had hoped that his complete lack of trouble making or escape attempts or even rudeness to the guards had made him a candidate. However yesterday he’d been disappointed when one of the friendlier guards informed him that he wasn’t on any list. Who needed a Phd wielding geography teacher when you wanted manual labour? Not for the first time since he’d been incarcerated he’d merely lay on his cot and cried.

He was still feeling down and a twist of jealousy when Kjolmar’s suggestion made his stomach flip, the jealousy he’d felt at his only friend twisting into guilt. If K was serious he could actually do something with his life again, make a difference. Ok it was making slop but still… He’d finally meet his neighbour after many a daydream.

Felix ignored K’s soap joke and got serious, “Are you kidding about the kitchen job? Because I was camp cook on expeditions so can hold my own, but I swear to god if you’re pulling my leg I will freeze your balls off. Literally.” He couldn’t help but smile at the end and hoped his tone hadn’t given his facial expression away.

"Hahaha!" Kjolmar laughed out loud, a rather rare sound within the Thornhall cells. "Leg-pulling and ball-freezing in one sentence. If I didn't know any better, I'd think my humor is contagious." His tone changed back to a more serious one. Thornhall seemed to have that effect on them. "Honestly Fee, the last cook could barely pour cereals in a bowl. Or so the gossip goes at least."

Later that day, Thornhall Kitchen

Kjolmar felt nervous while he waited for Felix. They had talked so much and opened up to each other without ever seeing each other's face. Would it be weird? What appearance were they expecting from the other?

Suddenly he noticed another inmate. The only one he had seen before, by coincidence. Nathan Jonathan Bates. Kjolmar despised that guy. Not only was Nathan rumored to be a hardcore killer, his religious views could be called extreme. "Why are you in my kitchen, Bates?" Kjolmar hissed and looked at the nearby guards as if they should escort him out or something. They gave him an arrogant look. "Lower your voice, B-5. Don't forget you are an inmate too, not the Queen of England."

Before the scene could get out of hand, Kjolmar heard two more guards approach behind them. One of them said to the guards who were already present "Here is the last one, Felix Belleville." Kjolmar turned around and stood face to face with Felix.

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"Your kitchen?I think you are wrong it is the prison's kitchen,And to answer your question i am here to help make food for these heathens" Nathan said with a smile heading towards the sink starting to wash his hands while singing a Catholic song that his grandmother song to him once when he was a child.

Once he was finished cleaning his hands he went over to the grill and preparing the food that would be severed to the other prisoners.