CHAPTER ONE

I walked through the dark, cold hallway, following a dull man in an authoritative uniform before me. It was all very much against my will. If I had my way, which I already had, I would smack that smirk off his face and given him a matching black eye with the one I had given him before. I heard a door open and saw the ever-familiar Warden Snyder.

"Ah, so, we meet again Ms. Brooks." My eyes narrowed at the use of my name.

"It's Sass, Artie," I retorted, folding my arms but with difficulty, considering my hands were tied. His fists tightened and I smirked slightly.

"You won't escape this time, Chloe."

"Ha, like you know," I growled. He nodded behind me and I felt someone grab me but I stomped on his foot, head-butting him in what I assumed to be the nose. I turned around, smacking him with my tied hands. As I was about to continue, I heard a gun cock and I rolled my eyes. "Aiight, aiight, where to Artie."

"Follow him," he nodded to the man to his left and I did so, the gun still raised to my head. Another door was opened and I was 'guided' to the center of a deadly silent room. I don't know how many eyes were on me but as I turned around, I felt the butt of the gun slammed against my chin and the icy stone floor under my cheek. As the door slammed shut, the room erupted with murmurs and whispers.

"Girl," someone kicked me, "Girl."

"Touch me one more time and I'll rip off your leg," I growled, sitting up and glaring at the figure before me.

"Of course you will," he laughed sarcastically. I looked up at him challengingly, getting up.

"Stretch, leave her alone," another boy voiced. He had an authoritative way about him. I did not like it.

"I can handle myself, Tough-Stuff," I scowled at the boy, before folding my arms and staring up at the 'Stretch' boy.

"Well then, sweet cheeks, handle yourself," he smirked, running a finger under my chin. I grabbed the hand, bending it back as I kicked him in the stomach and flipped him over my shoulder. He groaned, rolling to his side and I resisted the urge to kick him again, instead, I glared around the room, daring anyone to challenge me. Tough-Stuff stepped forward, smirking.

"Guess you handle yourself pretty well. What's your name New Girl?"

"Sass."

"Well, Sass-."

"I've seen you before," a younger boy piped up, cutting off the one before me, "You've been here before."

"You-," but I cut Tough-Stuff off, smacking him upside the head, knocking the glare right off his face.

"That's right Ten-Pin, I have, and I sure as hell am getting out."