"Move back!" I yelled.
They obliged too easily, grateful for me to want this animal. Maybe I have the wrong guy? I thought for a split second until I saw him. I dropped the dagger when I realized who it was, and couldn't keep his name a secret. "Darius?"
"Mine!" a snaggle-toothed inmate screeched, diving head first on the dagger.
I pounced towards him, and two others held me back, holding my arms out. The snaggle-toothed inmate picked it up, cradling it near his face, licking the blade. Craters of black invading his molars.
"Hold him, boys, I want to see his insides on the outside!"
Before he could get off one stab, Darius leaped on his back and sank his teeth into his neck, tearing into his nape. He swung wildly trying to get Darius off him and sliced his ear clean off. Darius
