58. New attorney

Back in my solidarity cell, I contemplated Henry's words.

"The end of the world, huh?" Getting myself some alcohol, I ate the bread that was on the floor while drinking.

This freak doesn't think I will ever forgive him and his whole damn family, does he?

Even if it was the end of the world, I was nearly… if my power hadn't evolved, I would have been… No, the debt is too big for him to ever pay it off.

However, he said weeks had passed… I really had no feeling of time anymore. I hope my cellmate is fine without me.

Furthermore, I was never let out of the solidarity cell, not even to shower, but there was a little faucet besides the toilet, so I washed myself with it when it became unbearable.

So no, there was no way to differ between day and night, between days and weeks.

The food was shoved through the little slit in the door, and it was taken back the same way. It happened mostly when I was asleep.

But still. If I had not eaten for so long, only drinking water and drinking alcohol, my body should be in a worse state.

I pulled my prison uniform up and looked at my body. Yes, definitely thinner, my hands, and fingers as well, although it was difficult to tell with the way they were looking.

The bandages had long been discarded, and I had thrown them out of the door slit.

My uniform I will have to wash with the soap that seemed to never go out; it was embedded in the wall, only the push button and a little metathingy peeked out.

I don't think they are allowed to do this.

Letting me stay here for weeks without other people, without a proper shower, without seeing the sky and getting fresh air.

Or had they made an exception for me? Not only had there been enough men in the shower room that had witnessed my miraculous deeds, there was even a guard. If they wouldn't believe the words of the prisoners, they would probably believe one of their own.

Ah, I want to get my fingers on that guard. I really want to… do some other magic trick.

The way he looked at me before turning around, showing his back… agreeing silently to what these men wanted to do to me.

Let's hope for the guard's own sake that he had called in sick forever and/or had changed the job.

I went to wash my uniform and stayed naked inside the room and drunk.

It was probably a mistake because the door was unlocked while my clothes were still drying. I had opted for a paper cup with beer instead of a bottle that was not easily hidden if the two minutes hadn't passed when someone marched in the cell. Though I also could conjure up something small, like a needle, and shorten the two minutes by half.

I hurriedly downed the rest of my beer before crushing it and stuffing it under my mattress.

"Your attorney is here." The guard bellowed—this one I had not seen before. He stopped when he noticed that I was naked.

"What? It had been weeks until I got new clothes."

The guard nodded and closed the door before coming back with a new prison uniform. I clothed myself and then was cuffed again. No seizures as I was brought into a small shower room, where even a razor lay.

"No tricks, get ready." The guard commented, his eyes following me.

So, I stripped again and turned on the shower. After washing myself, I also shaved. My eyes flitted to the tiled floor every now and then, not liking what it reminded me of. I hate these damn tiles; they are also in an ugly green, like the hospital wards were paved with. 

When I was finished and got another set of new prison clothes, I felt as if I was born anew. A good, really good feeling.

I was brought into a room, where really an attorney sat, and he was someone entirely new, not of the ones I had before. With glasses and a sharp, handsome face, he seemed witty and capable. He was also relatively young, contrary to the last attorneys I had.

Beside him sat someone nearly deceased, a stubborn spirit that withstood its body's decay.

Good to see you again, you old skeleton. 

My hands were uncuffed, and I was sat down on the stool, before the guard left, leaving us three alone.

"So you are still alive." My grandmother snorted.

"More than you." I responded.

"More than you..." She narrowed her eyes.

"More than you, grandma."

She harrumphed and pointed at the man beside her.

"The best of the best. Some miracle child I picked up."

"Sure that he isn't from the model agency you got your boyfriends from?" I squinted at her.

"Your grandfather stayed at home; that doesn't mean I can't smuggle a rib of his in here." She reminded me shrilly.

"My name is Ethan Hendricks." Hendricks sounds like Henry. I don't like him already.

"MIND YOUR MANNERS, YOUR IMBECILE!" My grandmother screamed as if she hadn't ignored the attorney while we exchanged stabs.

"Mr. Hendricks." I nodded in his direction.

Ethan chuckled.

"I will be your new attorney. You can talk to me without the fear of me speaking to another person. We can also ask Madam Howard to leave at any time."

"Kennith Howard, if you sent me out, you will die in prison alone." My grandmother intercepted.

"Have I said that I want you to leave? No. Just let the man speak, or are you just wasting my inheritance?"

"As if you would get any." She snorted.

"Grandma…. If you stay, it could harm your body." I hummed in a tune.

"ARE YOU THREATENING ME?" 

"No, but you are old, soooo old. And I can do things you can't imagine."

"IF YOU DARE TO THREATEN YOUR NEW ATTORNEY, I GET YOUR GRANDFATHER HERE AND—"

I flipped an imaginary coin with my hand, catching a cup of beer out of thin air, right before their eyes.

I am done with hiding.