France, Italy, Europe, Australia, and many more places have tried to hold me captive...and failed miserably. Every time they capture me, I escape, flawlessly. I can break any lock you throw at me, any cell you put me into. And any of their wimpy drugs don't affect me. Some say I'm superhuman which could be true, some say I'm insane, definitely true, and to some, I'm a monster, absolutely true. I need my medicine to keep me calm or I am insane and would tear everything apart in sight just to get those sweet, sweet meds. They're not bad or anything, I just have been experimented on for so long, that I have many "issues" and my body is considered unstable. I met many people in and out of prison, and some of them are just like me. Just like a green-haired child named Nico, we were childhood buddies. We had to be...he was all I had. We were both experimented on in the same lab, both broke out together and had one jail cell together once. After our second escape, Nico got captured and I never saw him again. Shortly after I lost Nico, I met a poker player named Uno. We hung out a lot in England, France, and Las Vegas. Tricking people into going broke from gambling too much or pickpocketing the unsuspecting. We were invincible and many feared us. One flaw about Uno was that he was a womanizer. So one day he got a little too distracted by a woman, who ended called the police on him. We went separate ways our separate ways after that...
I always liked looking back on those days...remembering the faces of the fearful...our power. If only Uno wasn't so predictable and distracted...maybe we could've just stayed power a little longer.
But that is all in the past, this is here and now. I'm walking down the cold hallway, water dripping on the cold concrete. I'm already a naturally cold...so this is just a lovely environment already. Making matters worse, I am wrapped in a straight jacket with a chain around my neck, my ankles, and I'm barefooted. The officer leading me was a wimp, a blue-haired pretty boy. He glanced at me and I bared my sharp teeth at him making him turn away quickly and squirm, I snicker at him. He leads me into an office, where papers spilled onto the floor, leaving no room to walk. The room also smelled of cigarette smoke. The pretty boy spoke up, "Sir! If you are to smoke it is supposed to be in the break room!"
[ahhhhh so he is a pretty boy AND a rule follower]
My attention was drawn to the man he was talking to. A bald man with a piercing gaze sat behind a desk, cigarette in hand, still lit. A scar covered his eye but that's just a. Minor detail.
"Those are bad for your health!" I scoff at him.
"Shut your damn mouth," the man growled at me, slamming the bud against the table. The pretty boy sets me down at a chair across from the bad-smelling, bald man. He looked up and down from me to a paper in his hand, probably MY papers.
"So, see anything interesting that you like?" I say in a flirtatious manner, messing with the man.
"Kugimi Yamazaki?" He asked in a serious manner, ignoring me. The man looked up at me with his piercing, cold eyes, like he was waiting for my response.
"I'm pretty sure my photo and my name are on there, can't you tell for yourself?" I scoff. I do not like this man in the slightest.
"You realize I'm the warden of this jail, right? I could do any means necessary to make your prison experience personal hell for you" He grunted, obviously annoyed and holding much restraint. "But the only real pain I can do to you is hit or punch you...because that's the code we live by" At this moment his fist began to shake in an angry manner. Because I am a curios sociopath, I began to wonder...
[Anger issues...check. Wonder what his breaking point is, everyone's got one]
"Yes, and if you hadn't noticed I'm the prisoner. Below the likes of you, you're like a God. Don't I need permission to speak, my king?" I bowed my head slightly, mocking the man. The man's expression doesn't even smirk. I burst into laughter, my attitude changing. "Lighten up man, it's just a joke! Lighten u-"
~BANG~
[This bastard just shot me!]
I look at the warden again in disbelief. I hadn't even noticed, he was like lightning when he pulled out that gun. A hole replaced where my shoulder joint was supposed to be. Black blood began to leak out, heavy and thick, like syrup.
"I don't appreciate your tone. Change it or this bullet will go through your head," the bald man threatened.
I stare at him for a brief moment, wide-eyed and my face full of fear. But that soon changed into a psychotic grin, which led to a burst of psychotic laughter, as the hole in my shoulder begins to close. The laughter echoed down the empty halls, sharp and loud.
"A bullet through my head!? You must be joking! This guy is joking right?" I say, talking to no one in particular. I'm still laughing my ass off as I turn back to the warden. He is frightened, just like a dog during a thunderstorm.
"WHAT!? Who the hell are you!?" His voice wavered and cracked as he gripped the gun like it was his last resort.
I pretend to cross my arms since I'm in a straight jacket "Can't you figure it out?! You have my papers! Isn't it OBVIOUS that I'm not human? COME ON! You, humans, are no fun, use your head for ONCE!" My psychotic laughter grew louder.
The blue pretty boy walks back in, oblivious to everything "Sir…the cell is ready!" The man sets down the gun and waves his hand,
"Fine, take her away and get her numbered." As the pretty boy takes me away I hear the man call out to me,
"Don't think you're off the hook yet!"...then the door slams. The pretty boy takes me to another room and sits me down in a chair. I'm surrounded by computers and other humming machines...
"Where would you like your numbers?" He smiles at me.
"For a prison guard, you're very nice…and on my hands? I guess... what kind of prison is this?! Letting us lowlifes make decisions..."
The boy ignores me and begins to type something into a nearby keyboard. Then leaves the room. Lights flickered and the humming machines became louder. Red dots dance around my hand like it was searching for something. Nothing was happening...but suddenly pain shot through me. The red lasers beam into my skin, flickering and dancing as it burns my skin. I scream at the top of my lungs, but I doubt anyone could hear me. The pain disappeared halfway through and I thought it was over, but as the lasers danced and blinked. Finally, it all stopped in the blink of an eye. The lights come back on and I look down at my hands. The number 5 was on one hand and 3 was printed on another. The numbers began to take in a black shape, probably very severe burns that will never heal. Sweat drips from my skin and the room began to spin. The pretty boy walks back in and grabs my chain.
"See? That didn't hurt at all!" Grinning at me.
I snarled at him and bared my sharp teeth. He bopped my nose, catching me off guard. The blue-haired boy then continued to lead me down more hallways, it smelled of rust and decay. I look around the small hallway. It seemed to be normal, just a square hallway with painted and decaying walls. My eye then catches something circular in the wall. It was darker than the rest of the wall and it shaped almost looked like a button. As we continued to walk down the endless hallways, I noticed that there were more buttons spread on the walls. The pretty boy was staring at me...I could tell. I turn to him.
[What do you want you little s-]
"Yes? May I help you?" I ask him instead.
"N-no. Just wondering if you had any questions about your new surroundings"
"No, not at the moment..."
He shrugs, "Well, I'm here if you have anything to ask" Then he turns back around.
More walking...and walking... SO much walking that my legs are beginning to hurt. Finally, we arrive at my new cell or should we call it my new permanent home. The plaque was in Japanese but I could make out the numbers 1 and 3. Cell 13?
"In here are the world's most excellent escape artists. I believe you will fit right in" The blue boy smiles at me.
"That seems dumb..." I complain. "Putting all the BEST escapists in the same room, your just asking for trouble. Like frequent breakouts and stuff!"
He ignores my protest and tells me to wait here as he opens the door. In a flash, trash is thrown at him and voices scream.
"Seitarōu! Go die pretty boy!" All three voices were all boys.
[Great, sharing my enteral hell with ALL. GUYS!]
"I have a new inmate for you guys. Be kind to her, she is new" said Seitarō.
The boys sounded enticed by the fact that I was a girl...and somewhat lustful.
[Bunch of animals, men are all the same.]
"Alright prisoner 53, in ya go"
I look at him in disgust. "Oh, so what!? Society has gone so low that even prisoners, like me, are stripped of their names and treated as numbers now!? Just faithful pets for you to order around, o-oh come here number 53! Come clean the bathrooms. I HAVE A NAME THAT MY MOTHER GAVE TO ME! SO GOD DAMMIT, USE IT" Secretly an image of my mother flashed into my mind. Her clothes and hair color was there...but her face was a blur. I don't remember her...I was taken away at such a young age.
The warden looked shocked and saddened. Like no one had ever brought up this topic or talked back to him in such a manner. But surprisingly the little boy stood his ground. With his fists clenched and posture straight he spoke. "You are a prisoner and will be treated like one! We are not supposed to be buddy-buddy or on a friend first name basis! Now prisoner 53, get. Into. that. Cell!"
I snicker, "hehe...a little boy, talking back to me?" I walk over to Seitarou, towering over him by at least two feet.
He stomped his foot and pointed to the door. Though Seitarōu looked infuriated and bossy, his eyes said that it pained him to do these things. Especially to a girl…..sissy. He undoes my chain and pushes me inside. I reluctantly went along with it as the door shut behind me. A blast of warm air flooded my body as I walked in.
When I opened up my eyes and saw who would be joining me in this eternal hell. I glanced at the three guys who were my new cellmates. To my surprise, I actually knew two out of the three people! Nico and Uno stood side by side, mouths gaping. My eyes would've teared up if I wasn't a stone cold hearted person.
"Nico…..Uno?" My voice was cracking, a sign of weakness...and I don't show my weaknesses.
Luckily, both men were already in tears, saving me the trouble of crying for myself. Nico and Uno ran towards me, arms open wide. They had grown so much since I had last seen them. I was now shorter than Uno but a bit taller than Nico. While in the embrace, I saw another figure in the corner of my eye. I turned my face to see a man about my height. He looked kinda emo and grumpy but had a kind gesture. His hair was short, shaggy, black but with some red tips. His eyes were a violet and green and shackles cover his neck, ankles, and hands. I pushed Uno and Nico away to walk over to him.
"Kugimi Yamazaki," I said to him.
"Jyugo," He seems gruff but has a soft, tender voice.
We stared at each other for a moment before it got awkward since I couldn't shake his hand. So I tried to make up for it by smiling sweetly at him. I felt someone's arm go around my neck and shoulders, putting all their weight on me. Another set of arms went around my waste.
"We have a lot to catch up on" Uno laughed into my ear, voice still semi craking.
I am happy to see Uno again but I began to blush and sweat. Because at this very moment…..he was beginning to touch a certain part of my chest…..I squirmed.
"Y-yes...defiantly...now if you don't mind Uno" He looked puzzled at me. I turned and put my knee between his legs.
"Get your hand off my breast YOU PERVERT!"
Uno flew across the room and hit a wall. He moaned on the floor in pain, rolling on the ground. Nico went to his side, poking him, making sure he wasn't dead. Some things never change…
Jyugo put his hand on my shoulder, "I'm super sorry about him..."
"Don't be...it's what he does..." I nodded, "and he is still a complete pervert.
I feel the straightjacket begin to feel less restricting, I could now move my arms. I look behind me to see Jyugo, trying to undo it. I smile at him, he is really a nice guy after all...
"Thank you," I say under my breath as I sit there, letting him help me.
End of Prologue