"I'll make it easy for you," Malcolm growled. He slammed Will's cell door home, and made his way into Tuck's cell instead.
"Fuck fuck," Tuck held the dart like a weapon now, brandishing it to try to keep Malcolm from coming for him.
It didn't work.
The sheriff barelled forward, scooping up several of the darts on his way. Tuck yelped and he struck out, burying the dart in the sheriff's arm. The man didn't even flinch, he just bowled Tuck over right onto the floor. "You're going to shove it in my eye are you?!" he screamed, and he tried to bring the darts he held down into Tuck's eyes instead. It was only because Tuck was quick enough to put his arms up to protect himself that he wasn't blinded. Only now it was a battle of strength, Tuck holding the sheriff's hand, desperately trying to keep those darts away from his eye, while the sheriff strained to do just that. Tuck was going on days with very little to eat, and the sheriff wasn't.
He wasn't going to win.
"Please STOP!" Tuck screamed in horror and fear. "OH GOD!"