Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
I'm waiting, waiting to arrive.
Arrive on the Island.
I'm having a private escort that will take me to the island.
I may be in a cell on lower deck, but at least it won't sink as the other piece of shit boat will most likely do.
Maybe it has already sunk? Maybe someone drowned? Maybe. Maybe...
I'm watching the guard that is watching me.
He is afraid of me, he doesn't dare to look me in the eyes.
He knows WHO I am, so he's smart enough to be scared of me.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
This is taking to damn long.
The chains that are supposed to hold me in place is annoying me a bit.
This cell, these chains, they are just to familiar to me. To familiar indeed.
They bind me hands to my waist, and my feet to a close relationship...
They think they will hold me.
Unlikely.
I make my knuckles crack, the guard jumps and is reaching for his belt to pick... What?
The gun? Pepper spray? His baton? His radio? A tazer? I do not see one, but you never know.
He sees that I have not done anything, so he sits back down on the bench.
Not looking at me, but I can see that he is blushing against his own overreaction.
He is a very young pig, a piglet.
Very young to be dealing with me. Can't be much older than Michael.
Don't you agree brother?
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Fuck this lake is big.
Mitchellson has joined me, outside the cell of course. We are not THAT close.
He is caring my dufflebag, I only trusted it to him.
He is unlocking the cell and tells me to follow, we are traveling slower now, and we aren't rocking as bad either.
My parole officer is joined by the blushing piglet and a really fat hog on deck.
I can see the Island now, it's bigger then I expected, especially the hill further inland. What can it be? 600? Maybe 800 feet?
The wiew must be fantastic. It looks like it acts like a border against the water on one side. It fires me up!
A dive from 600, maybe 800 feet? That alone would have made worth of this miserable excuse for a boat trip.
We are closing in on the shore, on a bridge that has about 20 people on it. It looks like that amount of people is putting some strain on it.
Mitchellson, my patrol officer is holding my dufflebag in one hand and a clipboard in the other. Whoever that is in charge of this dump is going to sign it, and get responsibility over me.
We are still a far way away, put I can already see that this place is going to suck.
I have no hope for the people, since they all seem to be human... I can only expect the worst.
Both my chest and my jaws felt the past pain that made me think that.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
My patrol officer is telling me to stay inside the boat while all the forms are being filled. They should have done that bullshit earlier.
I am staying inside and I'm watching as he goes a shore.
I stop looking, because the fat hog-cop grips my shoulder so that I for the moment stay out of sight.
Unnecessarily, I wasn't going to do something anyway.
And maybe dangerous, who knows what a dangerous criminal might do if he wants to.
I'm waiting to make my debut on national TV, I'm starting to get nerveos and a bit impatient.
I smirk at the thought of winning the monster cash, the pigs are getting a little nervous since they think that my kind only do that when they are going to hurt someone...
I might.
If this takes much longer.
I hear a voice:
- Aaaaaaaand now let's welcome our final contestant: Duncan.
I almost smile a the calling of my "birth name", I'm not using it much. Nor is anyone else.
I'm walking to the plank that connects the bridge and the boat, tightly followed by the pigs.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
The timer for me to get the gold has started.
..."beware, my teeth and ambitions are bared."
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First chapter. The rest will come, in time.
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