*Flashback*
Mr. Nobody is walking into his cell when he stops as he notices the sound of footfall behind him. As he turns Harold finds the younger inmate, switchblade drawn and Harold sighs in exasperation.
“Look, I know you feel this is the best course of action pup, but this won’t end well for you.”
The man lunges at Attano who sidesteps him grabbing his wrist, swinging the dumbass against the wall effortlessly pinning him there before Harold positions his lips right next to the assailant’s ear.
“You need to stop acting and fucking listen. I can show you the ropes here, and mentor you. These assholes down here will never respect you. I am here because I chose to be here, I am the angel of death and mercy. But you get to choose which I’ll be for you.
*Crack!*
Screams ring out as the young man drops his knife and himself to the floor his arm hangs, elbow dislocated as Attano bends down to collect the knife and gets face to face with his would-be assassin.
“Look son, I have nothing left to live for most likely I’ll die down here but it’ll be of old age, it’s what truly makes me dangerous. Because I can afford to be as patient as I need to be. If you want to be that dangerous find me after you heal.”
*Present Day*
Mr. Nobody sits across from a sleeping Jackson Cade, the Officer’s sidearm already in Harold’s hand as he lets out a sigh of exasperation before we hear his inner monologue as he stares at the gun of the younger man in his hand.
“I know you only feel what you’re doing is best, eaglet but if you keep doing what you’re doing we’ll both wind up dead. Displays in his art gallery, and your brother either next to us or a replication of the artist himself.”
The Arcadian Ghost aims the weapon at the slumbering Perseus.
“I know I could take care of this myself. I truly have nothing left, and that’s what makes me dangerous. All it would take is One Shot, One Kill, and I could eliminate this bothersome Officer.”
Harold slowly lowers the weapon along with his head letting out another sigh, a tear of frustration falling, as he looks at Cade. This kid didn’t deserve to die like this.
“No, killing him will only leave a grieving brother pushed into the arms of psycho. We need to be patient and not do anything rash.”
Attano reasoned to himself.
“This needs to be a burden we bear, a hate that we share. Otherwise, they’ll have our world on its knees. I need a student. But I need him to stop acting and fucking listen. Maybe Redgrave did us a favor, this week you step into my cell, and I can break you like the obstinate horse you are. That’s right Jackson, Nobody still remembers how to raise Hell in a Cell.”
But first, Harold stiffened his resolve pointing the gun at Cade once more before speaking.
“We need to talk…”