HENCOW BEAUTY PART 2

Chapter Two: Russian Mind Murderer

   By the time six o'clock rolled around, Henry was a nervous wreck. He paced across his room, focusing on the piano music wafting down the hall and ignoring the belting voice seemingly coming from nowhere.

   "Here he comes. Moscow. You know he won't like you. Of course he wouldn't."

   "Shut up, I'll try my best!!!" The old intimidation game was old hat, considering there was never a face to the words. He heard a knock at his door.

   "Open up Schizzy, new guy's here," the guard from earlier called. The guard, Run Gurin, was in the riot police. If he was the one required to handle this man, god help us all.

   The door was forcibly opened by a very tall man, standing at 6"11. He had black hair on the left side and white hair on the right, with a monstrous scar covering his right eye and cheek. His muscles bulged through the required uniform, which he wore with the tank top as a shirt and the shirt tied around his waist. "Get off of me, bastard. I can handle this my damn self."

   Henry stood completely shocked.

   This was the voice in his head.

   Regaining his composure, he held his hand out to Moscow. "Uh..holà!! I-I'm Henry!!!!"

   Moscow glared down at him, scoffing back, "I know, dumbass. They told me who you are. Schizophrenia case, been here for three years. Don't fucking 'holà' me." He pushed past Henry rudely and sat down on his own bed, glaring up at the ceiling. "Oh, and stop staring at my scar."

   Henry pulled back from him, very hurt by what he said. He hadn't meant to stare or be rude, he didn't come off that way...right? "S-Sorry!!! I only meant to-"

   "Shut up." Moscow stood, interrupting him and shoving him up against the wall. "You think you're all that because you pal up to the staff? Disgusting. I live here now, and I don't want your fucking excuses. Stay out of my way. Got it?" He lowered his tone threateningly, looking Henry in the eye.

   The smaller man nodded, scurrying to his bunk and turning from Moscow quickly. The Voice wasn't supposed to be this mean to him!!! He heard him grunt in sick approval, and lay back down on the bed. He was stuck in his room with this man for hours. Also, no way he was only seventeen, he's the size of a grown adult!!

   Dìos, how are we gonna live with this?!