*The text in italics is what you're thinking *
An alarm bell rings through your ears followed by a buzz and the heavy slam of a metal gate. The sound of boots stomping on the ground, like an army marching into battle. Except there was no battle. There was no army. And this was no grand affair. You 're just another inmate in Arkham Asylum. As you take a seat on the bench at the table beside the far wall, you contemplate.
Look at us, sat here being babysat by nobody's who think they are in a position of power because they wear a cap and a belt. A belt that has the tools for power and respect. A belt, without which, each and every guard would be pounced upon by a pack of savage animals. But is that really what we are…animals? Or are we revolutionaries, who know of the forthcoming apocalypse and train now before it's too late.
The clang of a guards baton hitting the steel bars interrupts your thoughts making you hunch your back. A whistle catches your attention and you look across the room to the source of the noise with a seriously stern expression that implies you simply aren't in the talking mood. Your cold glare meets the unsettling smirk of some annoying prison rat.
What the actual fuu…What is he doing?
You bring saliva to the front of your mouth ready to spit at his feet if he dared to join you at this table. As he approaches you sit up straight pushing your shoulders back implying he isn't welcome.
He's tilting his head like a goddamn dog with that stupid smirk permanently plastered on his face. God how I'd love to punch him square in the face.
He stops a little away from your table but still within talking distance. He leans in.
"Hi"
The word was slow and drawn out as if giving you time to process and respond. Your response is cold and harsh.
"What."
His smirk breaks into a large smile upon hearing your response.
That smile is pissing me off. When's this freak gonna leave.
As he opens his mouth to speak he begins rubbing his hands together.
"What's your name?"
You don't respond.
"Silent type huh? I like it"
You lower your brow showing your disgust towards his words.
"Leave." Your reply is quick and harsh.
Does this guy actually think that's funny or..cute. Gross. I swear… one more word and I'll kick his ass.
"Ooh, someone's a little moody. I'm Greenwood"
And with that you stand from your seat pushing hard on the table as you do so. You speak through your teeth.
"I. Don't. Care. So. Leave. Me. Alone."
"Puh." He turns his back to you and starts to walk off. "See ya around sweetheart."
You give the table leg a harsh kick.
"Oi! 73, watch it"
As you look over to the bars you notice a warden is pointing his baton at you, his eyebrows raise as you make eye contact. You sit down harshly and release a huff.
A warning already, the days just begun. Ugh. It's gonna be a bad day. Huh.
You smile as a thought crosses your mind.
For them.