#magmaplease

The room was pitch black- Just how Archie liked it. When he could sleep, that was. For some odd reason he'd been waking up at about the same time every night.  He turned over to see the digital clock. 4:00 am in red lit up numbers. That was all Archie could see. Archie couldn't remember his dream but he felt strangely uneasy.  Archie lay on his back again, barely any of the duvet covering him. Maxie was a greedy fucker. He didn't mind so much though. It was a hot night.

Archie knelt beside the sea, holding the Magma leader tightly and closely, trying desperately to warm him up. His eyes were red and sore from the sea water having splashed into them. Maxie stirred in his arms but had not yet opened his eyes. Archie let a tear drop. If not for the salt water, it would have happened soon enough anyway...

Archie sat alone on his hard and uncomfortable bed inside his prison cell. He held an old, tattered copy of 'The Grass Arena' in his hands that had been thrown at him by one of the prison librarians about fifteen minutes earlier. Archie had been told countless times to find a new path of life and to change his ways. Books bored him anyway but these were the worst. He decided it was best to pretend to read it and show some interest, lest he get another yelling at for his "sass" and "Lack of effort in turning over a new leaf". Normally he would simply shout back. However, his head had been pounding this evening from a migraine caused by the harsh artificial lighting of the hallways outside his cell and so he wanted nothing more than to be left alone.  Unfortunately for Archie, it wasn't long after this that he heard shouting from down the hallway coming from one of the guards. "Must be a new guy." Archie thought to himself as he fiddled with the battered book, bending the corners of each page. The shouting carried on and seemed to be getting nearer. His head ached. The guards were always so ruthless and unmerciful, especially with newcomers. Archie set the book aside on his bed and gritted his teeth in annoyance. He was tempted to find whatever new prisoner had arrived and make them pay for the nuisance they were being.