All I Want

3

"Listen, you incompetent worm, how many times do I have to tell you that this is a mistake?" I sighed, my fingers clenching the metal around my wrists.

"Mr. Kim, why do you think you're in those handcuffs right now?" The smug doctor muttered.

"Oh, I don't know Doc, maybe because I was drug here against my will after getting shot three times!"

"Against your will huh? Didn't think you cared much for that, given that you kidnapped a university student and kept her captive, against her will and all."

I swear smoke could be seen coming out of my ears; I didn't almost die for the one I love to be mocked by some middle aged fat ass in a lab coat.

"If you brought Mai here, I'm sure she would be able to tell you how our story really started, and that we love each other despite how incredibly clueless everyone else is."

"Oh, Mr. Kim, flattery will get you no where," he responded sarcastically, "fortunately, your times up for this evening, please enjoy the rest of your night, jerking off in your cold, dark cell."

He got of up from his seat and proceeded to the door. He had an unusual gate when be walked, which only made him that more creepy to look at.

"Hey, Doc. When I get out of here, and trust me, I will, how would you like to die?" I smirked.

Doctor Jung looked back at me with the normal disgust in his eyes he's always had since we've started talking, then signalled for the guards to take me away.

~

I've been in this hell hole for almost three years; three years away from my precious little Mai; and I seriously doubt anyone has told her I'm here because, if they did, she would have visited me already.

The day I was shot, I was rushed to a hospital; I nearly died because of her, but I'm positive Mai's mind was plagued by that leach Jace at the time. Besides, nothing a good punishment can't fix to teach her right from wrong.

"H-hey Tae!" A voiced stuttered from the cell next to me.

"What do you want Ikko?" I sighed with heavy annoyance.

"I g-got the f-fork you as-asked for!"

"Oh, really?" I knelt over against the bar and took the plastic utensil from his shaky hands. "Good boy, Ikko!" I said, patting his head like a dog.

"I did good. Ikko is good." He smiled happily and sat on the floor.

Ikko has been my neighbor for the past five months. For the previous two years before that, I was kept isolated in my own patted cell like they do to the loonies. I was given test after test as to why my behavior caused me to take Mai; but they never will understand how poisoning love can be. When I was finally free to see other inmates, not that I wanted to, they picked the empty cell next to Ikko because no other prisoner was man enough to sleep next to him.

You're probably thinking, 'what could be so bad about him, he seems harmless?' Well, although puppy like on the outside, on the inside, Ikko is probably more dangerous than me, only by a little of course.

Ikko was born and raised in Japan, but decided Korea would be the perfect spot to start his new life; it is also where he first tasted blood. You see, Ikko is not only an insane murderer, he is also a cannibal; he particularly likes older women, aged meat is his favorite.

Now do you understand? I'm completely surrounded by crazies!

"Now, Ikko, the next time you're on laundry duty, I want you to bring me one of those plastic sheets they lay on the floor, got it?"

"Bu-but, Tae, they're too big an-and too noisy, I can't-"

"Shhhh, you don't want to upset me do you?" I scowled.

"N-no! I'll get it! Ikko will get it for Tae Tae!" He quivered under my gaze.

Ikko has always had a fear of men, which, I've taken into my favor. And, if he disappoints me too much, all I have to do is tell the guard that Ikko bit my arm in attempt to eat it and they'll take him to another session of good ol shock therapy. So let's just say, he does what he's told.

"Ca-can I ask why t-the tarp wh-why you need the t-tarp?"

"Oh my dear Ikko, my dimwitted little Ikko, if you haven't caught on to what I'm planning to do yet then you really are as stupid as you look."

"... okay!" He laughed, then jumped like a rabbit over to his bed.

I rolled my eyes and walked to the front of my cell. The same two guards walked around the second level; my cell was at the very end, so they both crossed each other at the same time in front of me. They were like zombies, probably as stupid too.

I had a plan, of course, I was known for it, wasn't I? It may be a risky one, but it was the only one that had the most accurate outcome: my escape.