The kings death

Logic 43 pov part 1

Logic 43 slowly opens his eyes he was in a cell he felt a ghost hand holding his the other side of him hand well at least he found possible a friend as long as he was safe we both are he thought as he slightly touched his other hand he should have followed the plan but to be fair he had all the memories of the plan and it already wasn't guaranteed to work so he should not blame him too much he pat himself down getting all the dirt off and stood up looking around for an escape there is a time limit now since there is now a risk of them being away from each other for too long an going to far away from each other the longer there gone the harder it will be to come back together and harder to control one body aging plus the damage it can have on the brain he can't allow especially if he has to become the new king he needs a clear head he looks around for different ways out he got up and was going to check the bars for a sec but something tugged on his leg makeing him fall to the floor he looked at what he had tugged on and his leg had been chained to the wall he thought to himself well that's just great isn't it he starts messing with the lock on the chine to see if he could get it off
???: it's not going to work I have tried
Logic 43 looks over to the voice it was in the cell next to him he was so focused on himself he did not think about how there could be anybody else near him
Logic 43: oh hello good afternoon sir
???: I would not call it good at all
The man had an Italian accent and messy hair with brown eyes
Logic 43: well I suppose your right but we should not press on it better to keep a cool head then give up what's your name anyway
Antonio: Antonio and yours
Logic 43: 43
Antonio: huh strange name but cool