Darryl's pov

I get back into the helicopter smiling, despite me recent demotion. The prisoners all looked really nice, even the ones in the max security uniform. All you have to do is treat them like they deserve to be treated... like people. Sure, they committed crimes, but they're already paying the punishment for that, no need to make their experience worse than it has to be. To be honest, my soft nature is probably why I got demoted, but I won't stand by treating people bad when they are already suffering. You could tell how bad they get pushed around, just my small amount of cheeriness was enough to make them happy, so imagine how dull this place must be usually.

The helicopter starts up, making an ear bursting noise ring out all over the mountains. As I looked down at the place I was now working at, I spotted the one prisoner that stood out to me. He had chocolate brown eyes, and raven black hair, Zak I think his name was. What stood out to me about him, even I'm not sure, but it had something to do with how heartbreakingly sad and worn out he looked. And his eyes, his whole look just gave vibes of...

innocence.

Pure innocence and mistreatment. That's why I made sure to be extra nice to him. He's quite nice himself, giving me a wave before leaving. Of course I returned his wave, always a pleasure to be acquaintances with the people involving your job.

"Oh but you want to be much more than acquaintances, don't you Darryl?"

Instantly I darted my eyes  around, looking for where the deep, mysterious voice came from. The only other people in the helicopter were two guards and a pilot. And none of them looked like they just said anything.

"I'm you Darryl, I'm inside your head"

"ARGHHH, who are you!" I screamed, full fledged panic now visible on my face. Why was this guy in my head!? And most importantly why were they telling me I want to be more than acquaintances with Zak? He's just someone that involves my job right?

"Oh but people who just involve your job don't catch your attention and make your face heat up, do they Darryl"

Wha- my face wasn't heating up at the thought of Zak, was it? I put my hands to my cheeks and indeed, they felt like I had just been on a marathon. This must have looked pretty weird to the guards sat in the back with me, in fact I screamed out loud at a voice inside my head, I'm surprised they haven't said anything. 

"urghhhh" I grumble in the realisation they're most-likely going to report this to Technoblade. My goodness, that name makes me fill sick to the brim with hatred. The man is a cruel monster, who treats everyone else like pieces of dirt on his polished-up suit. I've seen him blackmail, torture and even murder people before my very eyes, he is the self proclaimed "Blood God" after all. I would know, as he's blackmailed me into keeping this information a secret. No one knows how much I want to tell the world and bring the muffin head to justice, but goodness knows what will happen to me and my dog, Rat, if I utter even a word about this to anyone. His real name isn't even Technoblade, that would be straight up silly. No one knows his real name, but Technoblade is just the name he goes by. I always thought it was because he likes techno music, and the "blade" part is pretty self explanatory. 

He's had it out for me from the beginning, always reluctant to give me any sort of promotion despite my hard work, and always jumping at the first chance he gets to shame me when I've done something wrong. I don't like hating people, and the first few times he was rude I convinced myself either I really was at fault, or it was just a one off. Oh boy was I wrong. It continues day after day, night after night. I could just quit law enforcement entirely, but it's been my only goal as a child, and as a teen, all the way through to adulthood. And quitting is showing Technoblade He's won, and I won't let him win. I just won't. Sometimes I'm too stubborn for my own good, but the real bad guys never win. At least I hope not.

"haaaa" I sighed, looking out into the deep night. The stars shinned so bright, adding contrast to the dark navy enveloping the sky. Almost like the twinkle in Zak's eyes stood out from his tired, skinny figure. I don't know why my thoughts keep wondering back to Zak. There's something about a select few people that make you want to know their story, everything about them. Zak was one of them. He entranced me from the moment I stepped foot in the yard and I had focused on him until the moment I left. Stilling looking like a mess due to what you might as well call a panic attack, I decide to change my train of thought. 

That was proving quite a hard task though. All I could seem to think about was Zak. Even when I had managed to think about something else, my thoughts trailed back to him. Clearly he was a good person. I don't know how, when or why he ended up in prison, but something about him just made me feel safe inside, not like a criminal would. The world had sure done its fair share of damage on him, as it did to me, but I'm going to get to the bottom of Zak's case, no matter what it takes.

I laugh at my new found determination and strength. I'm sure once I find out about what happened to Zak, everything will fall into place. Maybe we can even be friends after. Or something more. But Zak is in my life now, and in my thoughts, and I'm not sure I want him out. So might as well leave him in, and know everything there is to know about him, his life, his mistakes and the darkest part of anyone...

their secrets.

Word count: 1038

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