A/N: I want to thank Majora's Mask Freak184 for betaing this, as always.
Three Against Three: Chaos in New York
Arc One: Prison Break-Part 1
Slatesville State Prison: Laundry Room
Crest Hill, Illinois
December 17, 1991-10:43 A.M.
In the damp, dirty, smelly, barely lit Laundry room, loaded with noisy industrial size washers and dryers, and a couple of guards, State prisoners, Harold Lime and Marvin Merchants, are doing their weekly turn of washing and drying their cell block's drab grey prison uniforms…
(Harry's PoV:)
"Disgusting, filthy uniforms…" I mutter, as I load them into the washer and push the button to get it going.
I'm going to kill those little heartens, who put us in this predicament, in the first place, if I ever get out of this Hell Hole. I take a look at the "M" stamped on the palm of my hand, which serves as a reminder of what happened almost one year ago—when those two brats nailed Marv and I with their assortment of painful toys, putting the both of us in the hospital for a month.
Now, Marv and I have to serve fifteen years in the joint, all thanks to those brats. My temper begins to flare. Nine months in the joint hasn't been good for my anger. I don't think I can handle fourteen years and three months more of this. If there's any good news, Hector has not carried out his threat yet, about killing Marv and I for bungling up the Chicago job, and costing him money.
"Merchants! You'd better wake up, if you don't want to end up in solitary confinement again!" I hear one of the male prison guards scream at Marv, who must've fallen asleep again. "Lime! You get your ass over here now!" the big, burly guard suddenly screams at me.
"Thanks a lot, Marv… If I end up in the hole, because of you, I'm going to kill you in your sleep," I mutter to myself, as I drop the laundry and walk over to see what the guard wants. "Yeah? What do you want?" I ask the guard, snidely. This asshole has been a total pain, since day one.
"Don't use that tone with me, Lime!" the guard yells, as he whacks me in the midsection with his club, causing me to bend over in pain. I have to withhold from swearing. "Again, watch your tone, Lime, or next time, I won't be so easy!" the guard spits in my face. I swear, this guard is going to meet his end, one day.
I soon hear Marv yelp in pain, as the guard whacks him with the club, as well, dropping Marv to his knees. "Now that I've got you two scumbags' attention, you two pathetic waists of society have a guest in the visitors' area! So, move it, and no monkey business, because I'll be watching you both like a hawk!" the guard yells some more. Two other guards soon begin searching Marv and I for weapons or contraband, while the burly guard keeps a quiet watch on the proceedings.
One of the guards tells the big guard, "They're clean, Sir,"
"Shackle them and get them into straight line formation!" the burly guard barks.
The two other guards proceed to shackle Marv and I's arms and legs, while the burly guard holds his club menacingly at us, as a warning that we'd better obey the rules, or else, we'd regret it.
The two guards soon escort Marv and I out of the laundry room towards the visitors' area. The burly guard is following behind. The son of a bitch prods me in the back with his club, as if I'm an animal. I would love nothing more than to take that club and shove it up his ass, after I cave in his skull into a bloody pile of shit…
To be Continued…
A/N: So, who's the mystery visitor, wanting to see Harry and Marv? To make updating much faster for y'all, and to make it easier on me to write less long chapters, I will be dividing a single chapter into two or three-part arcs.
