[ WP ] You have been sentenced to life in prison without parole . What they do n't know that is that you are immortal .

*Black hair, blue eyes... let's see... about 5' 10''... a bit skinny though, and that bushy mustache... hmm, that can be fixed. * Michael's thoughts were fixated on a man across the cafeteria, it had been some time since someone like that showed up at the state penitentiary. `` Have you seen that guy before?'' he asked Joe gesturing towards the man. 
 `` Not that I remember, must be new.'' 
 He swiftly scribbled a few more things on the piece of paper in front of him, `` I have to go.'' Michael quickly got up and left. He had been thinking about it for some time and if he was to make it work he had to act fast. He walked up to Karl, `` I need a favor of you'' He and Karl went way back, and Karl owed him. Michael knew Karl was the only one he could trust, and it did n't hurt he was a prison guard. He handed over a crumpled up sheet, `` I need this done by Friday.'' 
 `` You got it.'' Karl knew what this was about, he knew better than to question him. 
 A few days went by and Michael was getting anxious; new dangers had appeared lately and he knew it would be for more difficult to pull off this time around, but he had no choice. He could n't pass off an opportunity like this, who knows when he'll get another chance? 
 Friday finally came and everything was in place. The man was terrified by his recent experience but did not suspect anything. Michael walked towards the showers slowly, he was preparing mentally for what he had to do. You'd think he'd be used to it after so many but the human mind is so strange. 
 he arrived at the showers, undressed and went in. The door opened to the left corner of the room, from there Michael could see everything. There were only three people, one at each corner away from the door. at the farthest corner stood the man, lightly dabbing at his arm, there seems to be some blood dripping from it. It seemed Karl had gone through for him, he did n't expect less. 
 Michael approached the man. `` Hey guy, you new here? What's your name?'' he asked. 
 The man looked back, `` Adolfo Garcia, what's it to you?'' 
 Michael could n't help but let out a chuckle, `` you do n't look latino''. 
 `` I got the looks from my mother's side. Do you mind? kinda busy here.'' 
 Michael did n't budge. `` New tattoo? Just joined a gang right?'' 
 `` Got ta survive here somehow, `` he said as he turned back. 
 Micheal stood silent a few moments. `` I like it... looks just like mine.'' 
 
 A week later the case was closed; classic case of prison violence. The guards were surprised by the brutality of the hot water; the victim's face could barely be made out. Still, the victim perfectly matched the description of one of the registered people in the showers at that time so he was quickly identified. No one really cared for Michael Williams; he was a convicted killer serving life. The way they saw it, they had just saved themselves some hard working tax payer's money.
