They waited till the guards changed shifts to make their move

It was as quiet as midnight when they crept amongst the shadows

The knife gliterred in the moonlight as he held it aloft 

Two men held him down while the third drove the make shift weapon into the mans ribs

A breathless scream bubbled out with the blood that filled his lungs

With the stealth of cats, they returned to their bunks

A few minutes later a grunt was heard, the man below their victim didn’t like the blood dripping

The weary guards hauled the body away without another word

A typical night in cell 21-B