PrisonBREAK
Chapter One
Anti Apocolypse
It was an unknown accident in reality, to the Press it was homicide. They were nothing but fat lies, fat fucking lies. All he did was give the man his medicine, he didn't know the pills were lies.
Tesla Lindocruz was male, twenty-five and charged for homicide. He once worked as a doctor; physical exams, antibiotics, occasional surgeries. He did almost everything a doctor could do. One of his patients was not exactly right in the head. During one of his regular visits; Tesla did the usual, asked him questions about how he was feeling, if anything had changed, allergies to prescriptions, the usual thing Doctors generally asked. The patient had a regular prescription of pills that would help with his mental illness; schizoaffective disorder. He sent the prescription to his local pharmacy, making sure nothing had changed with that location and making sure it was ideal for him. He said it was fine. Next thing Tesla knows is his assistant calling him out to the front desk to deal with the police.
Tesla's was dead with a bottle of his prescribed pills in hand.
Now Tesla was being put on trial for an accident.
"And you had this patient for two years now?" The family's lawyer asked, standing tall and proud as he asked his questions smoothly, as though he had planned this trial for years.
"Yes, two and a half years now." Tesla confirmed.
"And what was his... Illness?"
"Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder; a mental illness that causes the infected to have hallucinations."
"Now, did you know the bottle was filled with Barbiturates?"
"I did not." The jury wrote something down.
"But you were the last to handle these pills, do you not check them to make sure they don't, I dunno, kill someone?"
"I trust my assistant to make sure everything is in order."
"Now, your assistant has told the court that whenever his appointments were close, you would sigh. Why is that?" The patient's mother gasped dramatically, almost sounding offended.
Tesla hated that woman. "Well, it's always hard to help someone with a mental disorder because you have to learn what makes them tick, learn what makes them happy and so on. This particular patient was very challenging because it almost seemed as though what originally made him happy was simply an illusion and now makes him upset. It was very challenging."
"And you had to deal with this for two and half years?"
Tesla nodded.
"And you were so frustrated that you would even murder your own patient?"
Tesla glared at the lawyer. "No, of course not."
"But he was challenging, annoying even to keep track of all his 'ticks'. You even said so yourself. Isn't that motive enough to murder someone?" The lawyer held out his arms as if to emphasis his point as though it was correct.
"No! That's not true!"
The lawyer turned to Tesla, a smirk on his face and a knowing look on his face. "I am done, your honor."
Tesla huffed. This was stupid, he though as a guard led him down from the stand and back to his seat. The patient's mother was brought up for questioning, claiming Tesla to be a monster in a dramatic way. Tesla was disgusted with how all the females nodded with a sympathetic look in their eye. They were probably mothers. Beside, it was obvious that it was his assistant that slipped in the pills that killed his patients, right?
Before long, the trial was eventually done and the Jury had an answer.
"We find Tesla Lindocruz to be guilty of homicide."
Well, there went his career.
It was funny almost, what Tesla went through when entering prison. Officers asked him ridiculous and unnecessary questions, he was stripped and searched before given time to change into his new prison clothes; orange shirt and pants. Tacky if you asked him. Clearly the officers did not give a shit and simply tossed him a blanket, no cup or plate or anything. Aww, did someone have a rough day? He was examined by the prison Doctor, Tesla so very tempted to correct him on every little thing he did, before he was questioned again. Finally, he was pushed into some random cell. And he wasn't alone.
"Hello, there~"
Tesla looked up from his kneeling position on the floor, wiping dirt from his cheek.
"Fresh blood, I presume?" The man that Tesla was now sharing his cell with was a man with bone white glasses and messy pink hair with long eyelashes covering yellow predator eyes.
Tesla nodded his head looking at the man; who he just noticed was sitting on the edge of a cot, a stiff one by the looks of it.
The man held out a hand and Tesla took it, finding himself hauled up unexpectedly. Taken by surprise, Tesla found himself straddling the other man, clenching the ither's uniform for dear life. The man was not shocked but instead quite please, taking Tesla's surprised face in his hands (with long nails) and turning his face here and there with small sounds of some emotion Tesla didn't even want to know of.
"I'm Szayelaporro Granz. And you?" The man practically purred, trailing one long nail down Tesla's cheekbone to the base of his neck, trailing it up and almost tracing his jaw until he reached the edge of Tesla's chin before quickly flicking it up.
Unfazed but slightly blushing, Tesla silently composed himself. "Tesla Lindocruz."
Szayelaporro smirked. "Cute name. And what brings you down here? Shoplifting?" The man teased.
Tesla stood straight, no longer straddling nor relying on Szayelaporro for support. "No." He huffed, sounding almost offended by the man's tease. "Murder." Although it really wasn't.
Szayelaporro made an "O" shape with his mouth as though it was a sudden realization. "Scandalous~" He purred. "Illegal experimentation and sexual assault." Szayelaporro almost seemed proud. "I was a scientist." He explained.
"Doctor." Tesla said.
"Even better. I'm sure we'll get along nicely." Szayelaporro said. "Well, it's almost light's out, Princess. Might wanna get some beauty sleep~" Szayelaporro gestured towards the uncomfortable bed across from the scientist's own. "I'll show you the ropes tomorrow."
"Thank you." Tesla said, sitting on the edge of the cot before settling in with the worn and tattered blanket that was previously tossed to him by a guard.
Szayelaporro laughed. "Oh no, dear. Don't thank me~ I just don't wish to see such a pretty little face like yours banged up and distorted 'till no one knows who you are." Szayelaporro giggled slightly at the look Tesla gave him. "Just to be safe~" The other shrugged.
"Light's out!"
"Well, good night princess~"
Author's Note
No! Golden Captive is not dead! I just had this idea in my head for a while and I thought I'd post it here!
Also! Since this is kind of like a modern AU, none of the Espada's will have their markings and their Ressurecíon's will be like aliases or something!
Rate and review please, tell me what ya think!