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"You will change into these and put your belongings into this bag!" the overweight guard commanded as he handed Six a blue jumpsuit with a pair of black rubber shoes and clear plastic bag. "Then you would turn in your bag to the clerk and proceed to your cell. Do you I make myself clear, convict?" he finished waging his baton in front of Six's face to show off his authority.
Six nodded as he took the clothing and started to walk down the hallway towards the changing room. How did Six the Beast of the West, the savior of Zion, the lord of Big Mountain, and the Messiah of The Mojave become prisoner #6666665 of Lock Haven Correctional Facility? It's actually a crazy story.
Six had just finished his favorite game of whack a raider with his barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, Lucille. When out of nowhere a black hole appears and snatches him up and drops him off in middle of settlement on Altas. Where he was arrested because the courier (the lucky bastard) was dropped off a few blocks from a crime scene. Now you are thinking why would someone get arrested just because he was near a crime scene? Well, it turns out that authorities discover four bodies of people that were bludgeoned to death with a club. Then they happen to come across Six who was covered in blood and holding a club-like object. So they assumed that Six was the killer. Crazy right?
Six sighed as he entered the room he then place his things on a nearby bench and began to strip. After very quick( and he means quick) trial he was convicted for all four murders and was sentenced to life in Lock Haven. Where they sent the worst of the worst in Altas(oh boy!).
Six paused when came time to remove his pip-boy. The Pip-Boy 3000 mark IV was the single most important tool that he had. It carried his, food, weapons, armors and all his other shit. It saved his ass more times than he could count. He would feel naked( well more than he was now) without it. He sighed and removed it and placed it in the bag with the rest of his clothes. He'll get it back when he breaks out of here.
He smiled if he could escape Death multiple times then he could definitely escape prison.
He puts on the blue jumpsuit and zips it up. He closed his bag and turn around to find another inmate staring at him. The inmate quickly looked away and starting to whistling acting try to act casual. The courier shrugged and walked out the room and deposited his stuff at the clerk. Then the clerk pointed Six towards the guard that would escort him to his cell. Six thank the clerk and made his way to the guard who well looks intimidating. He was massive he stood at least a full foot taller than Six and was clearly in much better shape than the other guards that he had met earlier. The larger horns that protruded from his forehead show that this man was also a Faunus.
He did not know much about the Faunus. He only knew that they are similar to humans except for the fact they share some animal-like traits such as cats ears or dog tails. However, these little differences were enough for the humans to exploit and discriminate the Faunus. He never understood racism to him it seems like a waste of energy. Energy that could be used for better things like hunting or bashing in the skulls of raiders. At Least that what he thought, maybe they had a library he would like to do some research on the Faunus. That should keep him busy while he plans his escape.
The guard notices him and tells him to stop. He walks up and begins circling around Six with his arms crossed studying Six as he circles around. He stops in front of Six and points to his forehead.
"What happened there, convict ?" he asked
Six's brow furrowed in annoyance. He could not count how many times he got that same question. And they would always have the same surprised expression on their face when told them that he was shot in the head and that he was infamous Courier Six, he could blame them. Hearing about all the crazy shit that he has done they probably imagine him being a grizzled old wastelander. Not an eighteen-year-old pothead.
" I was shot in the head twice"
The guard's eyes widen and his jaw hung a little " How are you still alive?"
Six shrugged "Just lucky I guess."
"Well I guess that your luck has run out." the guard chuckled as he walked towards the door and open it. He went through and motioned the courier to follow him.
If Six had to describe the inmates in general population, he would say that they were animals. As he walked with Tim(that the guard's name) to his cell they would hoot, holler and bang against their cell doors as they passed by. Like they were caged wild inmates began shouting " Fresh meat!" at the top of their lungs. While the others made comments and gestures so lewd that it would make the whores of the Gomorrah blush.
As he continued his walk he noticed how grossly overpopulated the prison was. Most cells had four to five inmates pack together in a cell that could barely fit three. Even Tim said that the prison was meant to hold 5,000 prisoners, not the 11,000 it currently holds. That explains why they have people like Timmy around here. With these cramped living conditions, fights must break out here often. They finally reach Six's cell and Timmy uncuffs him and opens his cell. Six thanks him and enter his new home.
"Oh watch out for Grizz he's a hugger" he laughed as he locks the cell and walks away.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Six thought as he began the survey his cell. It was a small cell with two bunk beds, the toilet was on the right side and the sink was on left side and above it was a small window. Then he saw his cellmates.
He could not see the first two because they were cowering in the corner next to the toilet. The third one was the top bunk on the left side. He was a bear Faunus he can tell by the bear ears on his head. The bear was also fat but had some muscle. He was lazily flipping through the pages of his nudie magazine while smoking a cigarette. When he noticed me he smiled and tossed his magazine aside, then hopped off the top bunk. He landed with a loud thud and began strutting towards Six.
"Well, Well, Well look at what we have here." he grinned as took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled Six directions. "A pretty boy. I likes me a pretty boy."
Six grimaced " Fuck off you ugly fat fuck." he spat
"Oh, you got a mouth on you pretty boy." he laughed " Maybe I should let Panda tell you what I do to pretty boys that give me lip." he threatens as he pointed toward one of the cowering inmates in the corner. Six did not which one because he was too busy glaring at the Faunus.
The bear noticed Six's glare " Oh come on don't be like that" he smiled " I could show you a good time" he added reaching out to caress the Courier's face.
The Courier glare fade away and he began to smiled as he caught the bear's wrist before he could touch the courier face. " No, allow me."
Courier crushed the Faunus wrist and he roared in pain as fell to his knees. Clutching his now destroyed wrist the Faunus began to weep. But the Courier was not done yet he grabs him by the collar of his jumpsuit and a deliver a devastating punch to his face. He punched him again and again and again at some point he lost count. He even heard the Faunus begging him to stop but he ignored his pleads. He continued his unrelenting assault until he heard a satisfying crack he then let the man go and he dropped to ground dead or maybe unconscious Six did not care either way.
Six saw the horrified faces of his other two cellmates. They were trying process what they had witnessed. He shrugged and used the dead man's stomach as a stool to get on the Faunus bunk since he would not be needing it anymore. The bunk was actually quite comfortable a little stiff but comfortable. As he lay there in the bed flipping through the pages of the nudie magazines with his hands covered blood. A single thought came into his head
"I wondered what they are serving for lunch?"
Warden Alexander Bellwether was once a proud colonel in the Atlesian military. He was dishonorably discharged after one of his subordinate felt that it was necessary to report his more private "interrogation" session with some of his female prisoner. He huffed in annoyance as he leans back in his leather chair. A lifetime career in the military ruined because one mutt could not keep his damn muzzle shut.
Luckily for him manage to make a few friends in high places. And said friends set him up as the Warden of Lock Haven home for the scum of Atlas. He enjoyed his job he had a grand office, a cute secretary, and a very generous paycheck. Most importantly he was able to discipline his inmates anyway he sees fit.
He smiled all he had to do was supply his friends with a source of cheap labor and he would get to keep his job. Since there was an overabundance of prisoners he could easily supply them with the workers they need. He would also not have worry about anyone ratting him out again because he had all the guards in his back pocket and no one would listen to pleas of a convict. Yes, life was good.
He heard a knock at his door and told them to enter. He smiled as he saw his old friend enter.
" Alex, how are you doing?" The man greeted as he enters the office
"I'm doing great Jim, Come have a seat." Bellwether replied gesturing to one of the seats in front of his desk. He then pulled out two glasses and filled it with some expensive whiskey. He offered a glass to his friend who happily accepted it. They both drank and let out a satisfied sigh.
"So what brings you here ?" He asked pouring another glasses or both of them.
Jim quickly drank the liquor and ask for another. "Grizz is dead," he said as Bellwether poured him another glasses
"Oh, what a shame" Bellwether thought as drank his glass. He actually held no love for the bear Faunus or any faunas in general. They were nothing more than filthy animal that mooched off the greatest of humanity. Still, the bear was still a good fighter that kept him entertained for the past few years. The Warden ran a secret fight club where he pitted his inmates against each other for the amusement of the guards and himself. The fights have gotten so popular that he invited other wardens to come and watch these fight provided they pay a small fee.
"How did he die?"
"He was beaten to death by his new cellmate," Jim said after he downed another glass and asked more
"For fuck sakes Jim slow down." He laughed as he refills the glass. " This shit is not cheap."
"Sorry." He apologized " The misses is giving me a lot of shit back home."
"What else is new." They both laughed
" So tell me about the convict that killed one of my favorite fighters."
Jim shrugged " There's not much to tell. He was convicted of four murders a couple days ago and arrived this morning."
"That's it?"
"His name is McLovin."
Bellwether brows furrowed " Just McLovin?"
Jim nodded " Just McLovin."
That must be the dumbest name he ever heard in his life. Bellwether pulled up the databases on his scroll and enter Mclovin's ID number and was shocked.
"No birth certificate, no social ID number, not even a birthday." Bellwether thought as examined McLovin file. It was mostly blank save for his name, height, weight and Prison ID number. It's almost like the guy didn't exist before he was arrested. He tapped on mugshots to get a look at this convict and he was surprised.
McLovin was young maybe three years older than his own son. Who he could not see anymore because his cunt of an ex-wife got full custody in the divorce and denied him his right to visit him(Bitch). Anyways McLovin had brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair. What really stuck out was his scars on his face and the tattoo on his neck. The tattoo was that of a two-headed bear standing on its hind legs and roaring with a star next to it. He had three scars two circular ones on the right side of his forehead and a large vertical scar on his right cheek. He looks like he was ready to fight his way out of any situations.
Bellwether grinned " I think I found Grizz's replacement"
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