The next thing I remember after pissing off the guard is pulling up to the facility. For just a detention facility, it really had the air of an in-land Alcatraz but this only mildly warned me that something was wrong here what really did it was men in towers with sniper rifles. Oh, before I forget to tell you my name is Cyro, Cyro Moons So what I like James Bond movies get over it. Any way as I was being hurled from the bus I was on by my guard I started to take in my surroundings.
It was not an overly large place …well at least not wide but it was three stories tall. I could swear the made it look all rusted and mid- evil just to scare people. And hell let me tell you I was working and I am not easily scared well at least not that easy. Then I was thrust forward into the entry hall and given my clothing (I was already strip searched before I got on the bus) to change into and all that jazz.
Then of course was getting my cell and meeting my cellmate. She was a slight girl with a pink Mohawk running down the center of her head (which btw looked awesome) sitting on her already claimed top bunk. When we were all acquainted and I found out her name was Lucy but she preferred her nickname Radar and was in for three months for attempted robbery of a liquor store of all things (in short we got along great). So me and radar one day were just randomly talking and this came up.
“Hey Cyro do you believe in heaven or even hell for that matter?”
“Well no not really neither one has done squat for me and if I ever did believe in either one it was chased out of me by those crazy religious groups.”
I did not know how wrong I was till latter on and this conversation cam back and bit me in the butt.
“Well I suppose I could see that me I was raised in an overly religious family and well the pressure to be gods perfect child was just way too much so I got in bad with some people.”
“For me it was going from foster home to foster home but that is not what did it see I would test the people I was staying with to see if they actually cared or were just in it for the look of being so kind. Now am with the real deal and she is single and one hell of a retard sigh I just can’t see to win.”
I got off my bunk and went to the busted up foggy mirror they gave us they gave a female prison gets mirrors go figure. I looked strait at my naturally orange spiky hair
And chocolate eyes and suddenly wished I was someone else right then. I would of avoided a lot of crap if that wish came true. I scratched my back then turned around and pulled up my shirt Radar just looked at me as though I was crazy after I told her I thought I had poison ivy on my back maybe I was crazy I would not know.
“I can’t tell just look and see if you see any little bumps or some thing ok.”
“I don’t see nothan like bubbles but maybe it is just me but your back looks just a bit swollen. Thought it is just your upper back I think.”
“Hm all I know is my back itches and it is driving me crazy”
I then went to sit back on my own bunk.
An unnatural breeze stirred as the sun turned golden red outside of a small window on the third story of an unnaturally heavily guarded prison building in the middle of nowhere.
 Whisper Redmoons · Thu Jul 27, 2006 @ 12:34am · 0 Comments |
