A fatal fix
A commission for StrangledDragons on FA
His character Ivan feels that primal urge while imprisoned.
A fatal fix
Ivan walked down the empty metal walk-way - passing the line of open cells as he went towards the fellow inmate he had been directed to. As he turned into the cell and stood at the doorway, the occupant - an alligator - turned to look at him with an unblinking stare.
"Got a problem?" the sitting gator said, his posture showing a readiness to spring if the large lizard in his cell decided he wanted trouble.
"Got a need for some action, but not with you. Call it... instinct. Word in the wing is that yer the guy I need. I need a razor"
"Pre-made, or you got a pet that needs a trim"
"Pre-made. They say yours are reliable. I wanna test that. Could be you become a regular supplier of mine"
"Hey, I supply razors. Not weapons. Nothin' the furry-fags can't get from the shop. You make it something between us - "
"Relax, I know. I don't mind the time in the box if I can just get some release. You know how it is. 4 months and no meat, no blood..."
"I hear ya. Two packs."
Ivan grumbled at the high price - two whole packs of cigarettes were worth far more than a single disposable razor. But he held his tongue, tossed the cigarettes to the alligator, and received his carefully crafted shiv in return. Without speaking, he hid the weapon inside his orange jump suit and walked out of the dealer's cell.
Ivan walked with his trusted gang, heading towards the dining hall. Half way down the corridor of his cell block, he noticed a scrawny iguana, head down and hunched over - a new inmate that was still learning the ropes.
"Perfect" Ivan thought.
Keeping his expression neutral, Ivan gave a discrete signal to his crew, then fell into step behind the iguana. Taking out the shiv, he pushed it deep into the kidney of the iguana he had marked - the rest of his gang crowding around as two of them shouted at each other to distract the guards. The iguanga's painful shout from the pain lancing up his spine was muffled by Ivan's hand as it clamped over his victim's mouth. The lizard pushed the iguana down onto the ground and crouched down - making it easier to stay out of view.
"No offence, kid. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So now you get to be my little blood-bag. Struggle all you want" Ivan whispered into the ear of the terrified iguana as he pulled the shiv free and pushed it back into the newcomer's torso, puncturing a lung - relishing in the feel of the improvised weapon as it pressed heavily, then suddenly punctured into the warm flesh. The feeling of the muscles giving way under Ivan's powerful attack, the feeling of warm blood gushing out, the instinctive spasming of his target - Ivan soaked in every moment of the thrilling kill.
The wet gasp of air rushing out of the injured newcommer's mouth and the warm sensation of blood flowing over his hand stoked Ivan's primal mind. He stayed on top of the iguana, hoping the guards didn't pull him away too soon. Smelling the blood (and urine) of his victim, the powerful lizard pulled the shiv out and stabbed again and again, blood now coating his jumpsuit as the dying iguana struggled meekly underneath his killer. Ivan sank his teeth into the neck of his latest victim, able to feel the rapid pulse and trembling body of his random target as the iguana's body entered shock. Pulling the shiv free, Ivan moved it around in front of him, pushing it carefully into the left side of the iguana's chest - piercing the heart and ensuring his target would die from the wounds. He stood above his latest victim, seeing the light fade from their eyes like so many past kills.
It was a shame he wouldn't have time to properly mark and enjoy the corpse. All too soon, the guards were pulling him away - Ivan's friends only able to distract them for barely a minute. Beneath the blood-lust, Ivan could hear them blaming everything on the now dying inmate. Not that he cared; he got what he wanted. A death like this - the visceral rush that came from taking another life and feeling the victim's blood in his mouth and nose - was enough to keep him satisfied during a few weeks in solitary confinement. As he was handcuffed and dragged away from the dining hall - now filled with guards to discourage any other outbursts - he grinned at the sounds of his possy cheering his name.