[ P ] Leave you where you lie

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my demons come to play

It wasn't the screams or the whimpers of pain that set him on edge. The sounds of torture were not new the ebony brute. It wasn't the harsh treatment from the guards or the ache of his injuries that grated at his nerves. It was the cage he was in.

Isolde had left, leaving him alone with his thoughts and fellow prisoners. It only agitated him further that he didn't know whether or not she actually made it out of this god forsake place. He ground his teeth together. Heavy paws dragged against as stone as he paced the walls of his cell, pausing only to watch the occasional prisoner be dragged by.

He needed a plan, he needed out. And it needed to happen now. The shadows of his cell felt as though they were suffocating. It was the sounds of someone talking, someone coming down the aisle way without being dragged. Again he was surprised by who he saw, only this time a brow arched in question.

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Guards led the boy to the cell where Odysseus awaited him. A silent dirt brown glare sent them back to their posts. Mutt didn't want them listening in on him. His temper was flaring, seeing Odysseus behind bars while he remained free. Again he had been taken for some helpless child and sent on his way with a pat on the head. The sooner everyone stopped treating him like a kid the better. As if he couldn't handle prison. He'd slept in worse places than this.

The arched brow greeted him with silent expectation. "What? No hello? I'm doing fine, thanks for asking," he grumpily retorted, lifting a hind leg to scratch at his scruff. His wounds had scabbed over, but they were itchy and irritating. "You look like shit," he remarked with his usual bluntness.

"I told them I'm your son," he snickered as if it was a funny joke. "Didn't want anyone asking any questions," he added in a more serious manner. It made more sense for a son to be visiting his father than a criminal minion checking in on his boss. Perhaps they were hoping that the shocking sight of his 'father' behind bars might persuade him to be a good boy.

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my demons come to play

Still a sullen teenager. He looked well enough, his wounds were healing so it was easy to assume he would life to sulk another day. "Glad to hear it." Came his dry reply to the boy before he huffed in regards to his appearance. He was filthy, he could feel it. Dried blood still matted his fur and the ever present moisture made dirt stick to him. He received at most one meal a day and just as much water, eventually it would start to show. "I feel like shit."

I told them I'm your son. Lips lifted with amusement, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "You gonna start calling me dad?" Though he taunted Mutt for his story, it was a good one. Less questions would come from a son visiting his father. Despite his faults, the boy was smarter than he looked.

"I'm not staying in here for another two months." His voice was the softest of whispers. Sure it was a reduced sentence, but it wasn't reduced enough. It had been a surprise that the judge even offered to take a month off his sentencing. But there was no way he was going to suffer two full months of this. Expectation and question lingered in his gaze. Could he count on the boy he had taken in to help him escape? To ensure they'd be wanted by the crown?

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Mutt would never admit it, but he had been worried about Odysseus. He was the only constant in the boy's life and without him he felt like a ship lost at sea without the guidance of a lighthouse. "Of course you are. Need your slave in working order," he bantered back, flashing him a cheeky grin.

I feel like shit, He snickered at Ody's honesty. He liked that the man tolerated his crassness instead of trying to beat it out of him like many had tried to do. "Is it that bad?" he asked, leaning closer so that he could hear Odysseus better. "They gave me community service. Now I have to help crusty old geezers. Grah. I hate being treated like a kid. I could handle prison," Mutt complained, still insulted by the fact that the judge had called him a child even though he was in fact a child.

He almost choked on a lung when Odysseus asked him if he was going to call him dad. "N-No way. Dad's are for babies," he sulkily retorted, more flustered than he'd like to admit. Part of him wanted to be treated like a child and have someone look after him, but his forced independence from a young age made him reject the idea.

"I'm not staying in here for another two months." Uh oh. He knew that look. A floppy ear twitched and Mutt grinned knowingly. "What's the plan? Want me to beat up one of the guards until they let you out?" he whispered, already mentally preparing himself to jump one of them.

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Even though he shook his head in exasperation at the boy, he did crack a smile. Their banter had become a routine in the months that he had taken Mutt under his wing. He may not always admit it, but he did enjoy having the kid around. It was an additional benefit to accompany his usefulness.

Is it that bad? Amusement faded quickly as he turned a hard stare at the boy. Before he could speak, Mutt dove into his tale of community service. Of course he complained about it, claiming that he could handle prisoner. The older mans expression deadpanned. "Shut up." Was all he said. It quite likely that he had suffered worse physically, but it was the mental game that grated on his nerves.

His question threw the teenager off kilter, but he didn't let his amusement show. They had other things to discuss than Mutts daddy issues. When their talk turned serious, he was quick to question his decision in getting the boys help. An exasperated sigh was accompanied with a look that suggested he might be stupid. "No." There was an edge to the word. "You are going to leave and come back in a week exactly. You're going to find me dead in my cell." This was the critical part. "As my doting son, you need to be distressed and bring the guard." Could they pull this off? "Then we'll attack him." And hopefully the rest would fall into place.

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Shut up. Mutt rolled his eyes at the dark man's moody reply. It was clear that being imprisoned was taking its toll. The gangly youth was used to being told to be quiet. He never listened of course. He had far too many thoughts running through his head to stifle his tongue.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, fidgeting on his haunches while he waited for Odysseus to give him the okay to pounce on a guard. Mutt had been itching to redeem himself since that soldier had knocked him out in the protests. No, came the firm rejection of his plan. He opened his mouth to object. It was the perfect plan. It worked out perfectly in his imagination so why wouldn't it work in reality? Another eye roll and a grumpy huff followed as Odysseus told him about the plan they were going with. Mutt didn't want to admit it, but it was better than his.

"Fine… But you better wipe whatever I do from your memory," he grumbled, feeling a prickle of embarrassment for the hysterics he would have to act out to make it convincing. "One week then. Don't go anywhere," Mutt grinned at his joke and signalled with his tail for a guard to escort him from the dungeon.

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Despite the pout that crossed Mutt's features more than once, he did agree to the plan. A ghost of a smirk crossed inky lips when the kid demanded he forget whatever happened during the escape. "Fine." He said in appeasement. But any amusement that had been lingering on his face immediately vanished when Mutt cracked another joke at his expense. A growl would vibrate in his throat in response. Escorted out by a guard, Odysseus was once again left alone. A week seemed so far away now. But it was just enough time for him to put the final details of his plan into place. He had his death to prepare for.

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