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He closed his eyes and slammed his hands over his ears, blocking out all the sound and suddenly, it was silent.

Completely silent.

Micah's eyes opened and he slowly removed his hands from over his ears. The crowd had drawn back and the insults had gone mute. He watched as a man moved through the prisoners, taller than all the rest, with midnight-black hair and shoulders that would have had to go sideways through most doors Micah had seen. He was enormous.

The other convicts drew back; none dared touched him. It was like Micah was in hell, surrounded by demons and their King was coming to meet him, Satan himself perhaps. Who else could command such respect from a group of rapists and murderers?

The man stopped in front of Micah and the boy looked up at him, wide-eyed and terrified. He said nothing and neither did the man. They simply stared at each other until a slow smirk crossed over the enormous man’s handsome face and he spoke one word, one that would change the course of Micah’s life forever.

“Mine.”

Reid leaned forward and pierced him with another brutal question, "Do YOU deserve to be in prison, Micah?"

Perhaps he had felt that way once; that the judge had sentenced him and that he had deserved what he got. But now, he knew enough about the law and about cases similar to his to know the thruth in an instant. He realized that that had been the entire point. Reid had never been researching for his own case. He had been preparing Micah to defend himself. His blue eyes snapped up.

"No," he said it quietly, but his voice was filled with conviction.

He did not belong here. He did not deserve the sentence that he had been given.

Reid smiled in satisfaction, "Finally".

He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, "Now are you finally ready to DO something about it ?"

Micah took a deep breath, and nodded.