I was soaking wet. "GET UP!" The guard shouted, empty bucket in one hand, stick ready in the other. I groaned, and rolled off of my bunk, still groggy and attempting to process what had happened.

It wasn't a dream, I knew that much. That smell hadn't been a dream. It was impossible to smell it whilst asleep.
Many Serafer didn't even dream.

I sighed, shaking my damp hair out of my eyes. My chest was covered in narrow cuts, like those caused by jumping through glass.
Experimentally, I tried to move my wings.
Nothing.

I took the plate of questionable food handed to me through the hatch in the bars of my cell.

The guard moved on.

I discarded the plate, choosing to just sit on my bunk and think.
"Are you not going to eat that?" The now annoying voice of 31 caused me to look at him "It's quality cereal. Of course, I'm not sure about the milk, or the cereal.." He joked, and then stopped. "Don't you ever smile?"

"No" I retorted.

"Fine then." He turned away, muttering "Can't say I didn't try."

Had I developed some sort of travelling power? Was teleportation really possible?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

31 was trying to start another conversation. "So, how many powers do you have?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I smirked. None. I have none. That I know of.

"Power over time?" He suggested. "Power over space?"

I started listening. "What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Well you were very zoned out when they tried to wake you. And now you are awake- it's obvious."

"What is?" I muttered.

"The fact that you did some sneaky space/time travel earlier. Which raises the question- why are you still here?"

"Maybe there's someone inside who I'm after?" I shrugged. His face paled.

Gradually, the day wore on, and 31 tried again. And I rebuked him, again.

Evening set in, and I could just hear guards talking in the office at the end of the block. "Double them up. These are double cells, right? Then double them. The orders came from higher up. Put them in A-Block. If you want to argue with that, then feel free to go to my superiors."

"Yes, sir."

An influx of new people. Fuck. More people to stare.

That evening, cells were opened and emptied into others. Over half of the left side of the block was deposited into the right, as people were doubled up into cells.

Just my luck to get Number 31 in my cell.

"Evening, 15!" He grinned.

"Fuck off." I muttered. At close quarters, I could see the thin layer of dirt ingrained into his dark skin, the scars that were dotted all over his hands and face- and presumably the rest of his body. I crossed my arms over my chest, covering many of the still smarting glass wounds, and sized him up.

Taller than me.
Looked stronger as well.

"Aww is the Serafer intimidated?" 31 teased.

"What is there to intimidate me? All I see is a weak mud man with no spine."

Death is never intimidated.

"Well, all I see is a Serafer too scared to go home."

Had I really been that obvious?

"Ha. A murderer, scared. Your people must be pretty scary." 31 continued.

He didn't know the half if it.

I ignored his words, choosing instead to sit on my bunk.
If he wouldn't shut up, I had to shut him up.

"So when you travelled earlier, where did you go?" 31 asked, cutting through my thoughts.

"Nowhere that concerns you." I spat.

"Fine." He muttered, turning over on his bunk to face the wall.
The next couple of days consisted of us verbally beating the shit out of each other. The only reason that we weren't physically at each other's throats was the guards that walked past every few minutes. If we were caught fighting then the punishments were unimaginable. For him, anyway. For me- well, I knew that they would break the Shadow Proclamation conventions.
Over the next few days, the empty cells in the block were filled up with the crew of one of the most dangerous space pirates of all time. Kraglin. And his crew lived up to his name.

And of course, they stared as they were marched past, the one in the cell that had been 31's stared.

Get used to it. I thought numbly.

And they stared as I was marched past them on the way to the interrogation room. Again.

"So, to go back to our previous question. Are we right?" The man asked angrily.

"You really don't know, do you?" I retorted, teasing. "You're making guesses and then you want me to confirm them." I smirked. "Well then, mud man, if it'll make you happy- everything you said is true."

He pulled out another knife, and advanced toward me. I didn't even flinch. "Don't play games with me, you animal." He snarled.

I don't play.

Death doesn't play.

He kept on advancing.

I stayed silent.

The knife was right against my chest, and I still said nothing.

Death is preferable.

I was ready for the pain before it even came, but it was not as bad as I was expecting.

Two long knife cuts, creating an 'X' on my chest.

Still, I said nothing.

I didn't even blink.

I felt him do the same to my back, going over the cuts from our last meeting.

But I didn't flinch.

"Take it away. Next time, we try something more.. forceful." The man said lazily.

31 stared at me when I was thrown back into the cell. "Don't bleed in my cell."

"Actually, it's my cell and I'll do whatever the fuck I like in it." I retorted angrily, stretching my arms out. I felt the newly formed scabs on my back break, and the blood started to flow again.

31 looked at me. "I said, stop bleeding. Patch it up or something."

"Fight me." I argued.

Death is never intimidated.

"If you're willing to loose, " 31 stopped. "But not whilst you're in that state."

I shrugged. "I'm fine."

"You just don't know how, do you?" He muttered. I looked at him quizzically. "How to look after yourself."

"I don't need to." I retorted. "It's not a usual Serafer priority."