Fuego
Fuego came to life with the sound of his door shutting. He quickly turned the door but no one was there, he sat up and looked around the room, still no one. His hand instinctively went to below his pillow to try and grab his gun but he had forgot where he was. He wasn't home, he wasn't with his family and friends. He was in this prison, ran by some psychopath and his cronies. He got up and walked over to the door, he was only in his boxers but what did he care, besides, he looked good and he knew it. He opened the door and walked out, not seeing anyone until he turned to see the girl in the black dress on the floor. He looked at her with his clearly tired face and raised his finger as to say wait a minute as he returned to his room. Grabbing some black pants, a white shirt and red tie, he went into the bathroom, hopping in the shower.
This was ridiculous, it was like forcing Bill Gates to spend only 50 bucks a day. Fuego had so much power, and was so close to more but now, now he walked around by a schedule, listening to some man tell him what to do like he was a toy. So far he wasn't any closer to leaving either, he had tried to make plans of breaking out, of getting away from this place and leaving it in the dust. He had attempted to dig, but the hole was filled. He had convinced a worker to help him, next day someone else had replaced him. He couldn't catch a break, but he knew that there would be a moment of weakness. Someone like him, he would underestimate Fuego, think that he had stumped him, then Fuego would have his chance.
As Fuego dried himself off though he couldn't help but feel as if he was losing his edge, or maybe holding back. Like he had a reason to not just run off in the night, like there was something here. He looked in the mirror and fixed his tie right as he smoothed down his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror for a minute before walking back into the room. He grimaced at his roommate still sleeping, he wasn't a fan of "Daddy's Boys" as he had grown to calling the sympathizers. He walked out of the room turning to the girl on the floor as he gave her a real smile. "Buongiorno Bella." (Good morning Beautiful.) He said as he leaned down giving her a slight kiss on the forehead as he stood back up. Rats was very near and dear to him, in this locked up hell hole, it was nice to have someone like her close to you. "Come, come, let's walk." He said offering his hand to help her up and then wrapping his arm around her back, shooting her a smile as they started their walk. Maybe, just maybe, something was holding him here.