PRISON: Operation GTFO
To be honest, I was going to do one long, long ago, but due to being inspired by a FANTASTIC writer by the name of PokeCJG (seriously, go check his stuff out! I guarantee you'll like it). So, I wanted to do one! Of course, I don't have personal experiences of jail, well, that is, if you all just keep your mouths shut- LOL, I'm just kidding, but hopefully, I'll get some stuff right! Hope you all will enjoy!
Prologue: How It All Began
...The room was silent. The girl, cowering in the wall of fear, was before me. Her name is Allai, and she is my trainer. Here I am, a Luxray, standing over her, a ball of the strongest volts of electricity stashed in my hand. Why is this? Why is she against the wall and so scared to the point of having a mental breakdown? Well, simple: I'm going to kill her. This bitch...I've recently found out that in exchange for tons of riches...she traded me over to some flash ass faggot she made the deal with.
I was her Pokemon for 10 years, met her as a Shinx. I was abandoned by my parents, and no one cared for me, but she did. I hated everything and everyone, but she was the only exception. I confided in her my deepest secrets, most I would never even tell my own parents. I laughed, smiled, and cried only in front of her, and she would always listen. I trusted her, I LOVED her like the best friend I never had...but then she goes and does this to me. Trades me over, for some fucking MONEY. It just shows how much of scum these humans are: no matter what, they'll do anything if it means more greens in their pocket.
My face shows anger at its best, to the point where its even giving me a headache to look this mad. My eyes feel like they're burning, and I'm breathing at a slow, but deep rate. She's down on the floor, trembling and crying, anticipating my attack. Under her tears and wriggly mouth, she manages to utter:
"The...The police are on their way! Th-There's no way you'll get away with this!"
...Is she for real? I let out a chuckle even Giratina couldn't emulate. "Oh? So they can have a personal view of your remains splattered against the wall? Aren't YOU nice?" This made her face turn blue and shiver even more.
"M-My family will know what happened! Y-You'll w-w-will get executed! You won't get away with this!"
The more bullshit she spat out, the more I wanted to laugh. "It's funny...how you're so scared, yet it's your fault we're even in this situation..." Her face was starting to shift into one of slight anger.
"It's not my fault at all! Get over yourself! I never liked you in the first place!"
"...?!" Wh...What? What did she just say?
"The only reason I ever even wanted you...was because this boy I liked, he said he loves a girl who can take care of a Pokemon! Other than that, I'd NEVER love a FILTHY, UGLY, PIECE OF SHIT like you! I HATE YOU!"
...I didn't think that, I could become more angrier than I already was, but I did.
"AAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!"
I charged at her, my mind now completely focused on slashing her up into pieces. I was tearing and clawing away, as if I were a madman on the loose. It was like I was possessed or something, and the only thing I could really see at this point was blood all over. Her screaming should've been loud enough to hurt my ears, but I could care less about that. I was incoherent in the words I was babbling, and tears of absolute irate streamed down my eyes. Nothing could stop me: I wanted her dead, and I mean DEAD. I didn't want any evidence of her existence present. I made sure that the only thing left of her was a scrambled mess of tissues and organs, soaked in a pool of blood and other possible liquids.
The only thing that stopped me and snapped me out of it was when I was eventually clawing at the air. I looked down, and I was still sitting on her lap, but an upper torso wasn't present. Guts, organs, and every bone, muscle, and tissue you call name was littering the floor. Blood covered a majority of the wall and ceiling above us, and even the bed had to have the nasty stains on it. Then, another thing caught my attention: her heart. There it was, just sitting there. God forbid if it were still beating.
"...Heartless." I smashed it with my hand, the last bit of my satisfaction finally fulfilled.
*WHIIIIIIIR!*
"!" The sound of the cops. But at that moment...I didn't care. Her apartment was only on the 2nd floor out of 3, so it took only a mere matter of seconds for cops to run up and bust the door down.
"PUT YOUR HANDS- ?!" The cops stepped back, trying to hold back a scream. I guess it's not everyday you see a Pokemon covered in their trainer's-who's literally all over the floor- blood. Three of the cops didn't dare come closer, pointing their guns at me, albeit their hands trembling like a traumatized sissy.
"D-D-Don't try anything funny, Pokemon! We WILL shoot!"
Tch. So pathetic. They're supposed to be men of justice, but afraid of an animal. I, and I'm sure they know I could, run up and do the exact thing I did to her, but right now, only she was deserving of a death today.
"What is the holdup?"
"?"
"?!" The cops turned around. "B-Boss!" This boss cop of theirs towered over them, and by a very big margin. Instead of the regular navy blue they were wearing, he wore silver, and sported many more medals/badges than them. The most notable thing about him was, he's not even a human. He's...a Pokemon. He looked at me, then back to them.
"Are you seriously telling me you three can't handle a fucking lion?"
"B-But sir!"
"L-Look what he did to that girl!" He stared, and his eyes widened for a split second. He became silent.
"S-Should we shoot him, sir?"
"No..." He started walking over-no, levitating over towards me. He gazed down at me, and even his stare was matching mine. I've never seen that before...
"B-Boss, please! Don't go near him!"
"Sir, please be cautious!"
"Sir...MEWTWO!"
Just as I've figured...one of the most powerful Pokemon ever heard of, standing right before me.
"..."
"...What?" He closed his eyes and didn't say anything, but then suddenly, I felt a really heavy leg jam me in the stomach. "AUGH!" I held my stomach in pain. He used his arm to grip my neck, chocking me.
"Pieces of shit like you...deserve to die." Oh my fucking god...his grip was strong. I felt like I was going to foam at the mouth real soon...but then let me go and land in the pile of blood. He went behind me, and locked me in handcuffs. "You better be lucky my father does condemn the killings of piece of shit like you..." He forced me up by my mane. "Let's go."
While the other officers and some ambulances stayed, the boss guy was sending me to, obviously, prison. For some reason, he sat me in the front seat. "I'm supposed to be in the backseat..."
"Shut the fuck up. Only talk when I tell you to."
"Well then follow the rules, you piece of shit cop..." I mumble, staring out the window.
"I'm sorry?"
"It's nothing..."
"I figured." I can't believe I'm letting this asshole talk to me like this. Usually, someone would get a good punch in the face for talking to me like that. Withstanding the radio, it was completely silent in the car. After a few minutes, he started talking again.
"When we get to our location, you're going to spill everything. As for your trial, that'll wait, but you will get a little preview of your new home tonight...for the rest of your life."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." I could care less about life in prison. What's there to do in the outside world nowadays, anyway?
"You think you're tough, but where I'm sending you, it houses the worst of criminals."
Ooooh, I'm SOOOO scared. If I made even Hydreigons weep like little girls before, nobody should pose as a significant threat to me. Well, except for this guy...
"Delictum Prison, right?"
"Oh? So you've heard of it..."
"My Dad's been there."
"Hmph. Must run in the family."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever..."
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing, sir..." I almost cringed at that last part. Never have I showed any kinds of respect to others. I obey only myself, and would take orders or address anyone properly.
The next hour was of the radio blasting anachronistic country music and retarded radio shows that he'd laugh to, although some of them at least making me snicker, in which he threatened to whack me with his tail everytime I did. Thank godfully, we were eventually there.
Because it's so dark, I can barely see the building, but it looked like gigantic and a hue of brown. It was surrounded by tons of trees and empty grassland, along with electric, barbed-wire gates that stood as tall as a Yveltal standing on his tail.
"Welcome to prison, BITCH."
He kicked me out of the car, but thankfully, my tail was able to help me balance and get on my feet. He dragged me by my mane to the front of the gates. He put his hand out, and it, along with the gate doors, glowed a light blue. The gates slowly started, but then swiftly opened. He snatched his hand away from my mane. "Come on, let's go. WALK." With kind of a limp in my walk, I nimbly followed behind him. Opening another set of doors, this time regular ones, we went inside the office-looking part of the station.
Two guards, an Abomasnow and Rampardos, saw me, and flinched. I forgot, I'm still covered in that bitch's blood. Boss guy made me sit down. He went over to the guy at the desk. Unless I have really bad sight, the guy looked really small and was floating. His polic cap covered his face and pretty the only details of him was a really long pink tail. Boss cop guy sighed.
"Dad...what the fuck are you doing?"
Dad?
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" He popped his hat off, and he was a Mew...?! THAT'S his father? Weird... Boss guy pinched his forhead. "Dad, you KNOW you're supposed to be in your office!"
"Awww, but it's soooo BORING in there~! I want to be able to greet the new guests! Hm?" He noticed me, then looked at the two guards-who shrugged-, then to his son, then back to me. He floated over to me. "Ohh my. Who's THIS young man?"
"Ray...Luxray."
"Ray, hm? What'cha doing here tonight?" There's no way this baby-faced ass fool is the boss of this place...
"He's of the darkest pieces of shit, Dad. He brutally murdered a girl."
"You don't even know what happened!" I snapped.
"It doesn't matter what happened! The fact is, you-"
"Shh, shh, shh, shh! Let's be nice and let Mr. Luxray talk. Now, you."
"I...*sigh* I killed my trainer."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's no good! Why did you do that?"
"Because he's a sick fuck."
"Mewtwo!" He rolled his eyes and grumbled, leaning against the wall with a newspaper now in his hand. "Go on~"
"I killed her, because...she betrayed me." Those two guards over there pretended to keep looking at their magazines, but I know they're listening. I didn't care, though. "For 10 years, she was the only one I didn't despise, and actually considered a friend. However, she admitted, it was all fake."
"What was?"
"The friendship between her and I. She only picked me up as an abandoned Shinx solely because some guy she liked had an interest in girls who loved Pokemon, so for 10 years, she pretended to love. Then, along with that, she proceeds to try to trade me away only for some cash."
"Wooow..."
"..."
The two guards looked at me with a sympathetic look on their face. Hmph, I don't need it.
"Well, whatever the case, Mr. Luxray, you still gotta stay here for a pret-ty long time. Hey! You two!" He was talking to the Abomasnow and Rampardos. "Get this young man some new clothes and a shower, pronto!"
"Yes, Boss!" Abomasnow unlatched the handcuffs and gripped my arm. "Come with us, son." They led me down a long hallway, and then to a far more bigger, gigantic room. There were at least 3-5 floors lined with cells. It was dark, desolate, and quiet. Everyone must have been asleep. I guess that's good.
"This will be your new home, son." I stared all around. "This place full of murderers, rapists, drunk addicts, crackheads, you name it!"
"And not only that..." The Rampardos added in. "Also, Some of these prisoners have a pretty good reputation around here, so it's to your best not to piss them off, you hear?" Eh, whatever; I wasn't scared at all.
After the seemingly endless walk past the cell and mess halls, we finally reached the shower room. It was just as dark and eerie looking as the rest of this place. Thank God I was alone.
"Ugh..." I undressed myself and turned on a faucet. "KA!" That fucking was like fucking lava touching my skin!
"Hey, are you alright in there?!" One of the guards called from outside the doors.
"Y-Yeah!"
"Alright then, son!"
I grumbled and got used to the fucking 200°F water landing on my body. Well, at least it washed all the blood away. I swallowed up some and spat it out, and made sure to get my mane; that stupid Mewtwo asshole kept grabbing it and shit. However, I hate getting it wet because my hair's gonna hang down and it makes looks like a girl. Ugh...
I can't even imagine having to share this with other men next time. I know full well what happens in the showers...but if anyone ever tries anything funny with me, the bathfloor will be draining down blood. After 10 minutes of washing up, I used one of the towels to dry myself up and throw on the black and white striped shirt and pants. Wow, how retro. I guess orange jumpsuits aren't their things. The guards then lead me all the way to the 5th floor and opened up an empty cell.
"Here's your new home, son." It's called cell #5-F, accompanied with a bunk bed made out of steel, a dirty-looking toilet and sink, and a...desk? Hm. How odd. "Get in."
"Yeah, yeah." I leisured my way in there and the doors close. I almost plopped on the bed, but remembered it's not a soft one, so I almost could've bashed my fucking head on the thing. Hm. Looks like this is my new home for the rest of my life, never to be a freeman again.
Well, shit. I'm home...
How...How did you guys like it? Did you think it was okay?! I hope so! Hopefully, I'll stay fully intent on this and update very daily. Again, I thank PokeCJG for the inspiration to do this, although he doesn't even know me, hah hah! Anyways, see you all next time. Buh bye!