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Arkham Asylum, the greatest gathering of the truly sick and insane the world had ever seem. A place spoken of in only hushed tones and and short conversation. The one place on earth more feared than hell itself. While hell may of had demons, Arkham held monsters, and as far as the general public was concern the monsters were much, much scarier. For you knew what to expect from a demon, but monsters, monsters were unpredictable. They were smart, deceptive, and down right twisted. The criminals housed in Arkham were not to be underestimated.
A guard had to be constantly alert if they planned on walking out alive every day. One misstep and it could be all over. Though today was different, everyone was on a higher alert. The tension in the air almost made it hard to breath. Even the inmates who normally couldn't care less about anything had their interest peaked. What really got them was the fact that even the more… loose lipped guards weren't saying anything, which only peaked their interest more. What could be happening that got such a response from their capturers. Only time would tell, and if anyone had anything in Arkham, it was time.
In the back of Arkham the warden, Ms. Long, was waiting for Arkham's newest prisoner. Some government agency had requested Arkham to help hold a very dangerous criminal as they described him. The file she received had very little information to go on. It didn't even give the inmate's proper name or a photo, all that it said was that he was known as Phantom. The only other thing in the file besides that was the reason for the transfer. Apparently some newbie agent got sloppy and didn't properly restrain the inmate. He broke free and brought down half the place before they could restrain him again. While they rebuilt they asked Arkham to hold him, seeing that they had housed powerful criminals before. Today was the transfer day, they were due any minute.
As if on cue two all white vans showed up, followed by an equally all white tank. When they stopped twelve armed men jumped out of the first van. They moved as a unit to the second training their weapons on the back of the van, six to a side. The doors opened, two more guards stepped out. Each had a pole in their hand. This was the moment of truth, Ms. Long was about to get her first look at this powerhouse of a criminal, glancing quick she saw her men standing taller, firmer, ready.
That's when the figure stepped out. It was a young boy some were around sixteen to seventeen years of age. He had raven black hair and deep blue eyes that upon closer inspection seemed sullen. He was tall, not monstrously like the Croc, but still tall, at least six foot. Though he was thin, extremely thin. He was dressed in white prison garb with green and red stains on it, experience would suggest that it was his blood, however odd that seemed. Thought this was Arkham and strange was as normal as breathing. Finally over all that he had what she assumed to be inhibitors on both wrists and ankles which were connected by chains.
Overall Ms. Long couldn't make up her mind with him. To her age met nothing, looks met now thing, if she underestimated him, she or even one of her men could die. The problem was though she wasn't getting any of the normal vibes from him. The air around wasn't right. She'd have to talk with him before she decided how to deal with him.
After the boy stepped out he was followed by two more guards, also holding poles. They slowly maneuvered their way toward Ms. Long, the guns following his every move. As this was happening another man came out of the first van. He was in a suit, all white, walking up to Ms. Long he waited until his men stopped bring the prisoner forward before he spoke.
"Ms. Long this is prisoner Phantom. Do not be fouled by what you see, it is dangerous and will use any chance it can get. The collar and bands are our special inhibitors made specifically for him, any signs of power coming from him should be stop immediately and followed by another inhibitor. Don't worry about physic evaluations or any interaction at all, just keep him in his cell and all will be fine. Is that understood?" The man said fast and authoritatively.
"What I do with my prisoners, is my decision, but your words are noted." Ms. Long said back emphasizing the my. There was a small staring match between the two before the man made a motion with his hand, followed by Ms. Long. Ms. Long's men moved and took Phantom into custody. As soon as the exchange was made the men left. Ms. Long motioned for the guards to bring him in. It was time to have a talk with Arkham's newest inmate.
The guards lead Phantom through a few halls, before entering a room with two chairs and a table. Carefully they moved him into a chair and then locked him in. It was then that they removed the poles from his collar. Through the whole ordeal the inmate did nothing, no resistance at all. He just stared ahead, uncaring and unphased.
This was what Ms. Long witnessed through the one way glass. The way he acted just wasn't right. Letting out a sigh, Ms. Long took a minute to collect herself before going to enter.
As she entered she still got no reaction. Sitting herself down she started at him for a full minute before speaking. "I am the warden here. Ms. Long to the guards and other staff, but to you I am Warden. Is that clear? She asked. She did this with all the new inmates, and had gotten every response you could imagine, so when he didn't respond she was not surprised.
"I don't think you heard me." She said again, it was at this point that one of the guards shoved him in the back rather forcefully. She didn't like this method of dealing with the inmates, but it was sometimes the only way to get the point across. The inmate hit his head on the table from the force and gave a slight grunt, but other than that he made no move to speak, he didn't even glare at her. He just righted himself and stared at her like before.
"Your life here can be as easy as you make it. I am the law around here and I'm the one who decides on how your making things for me and my men, so again. You will call me Warden. Is that clear?" She asked with a small hope that things wouldn't work out how she knew it would. She waited a full minute, he said nothing, a quick glance at the guard and he was shoved again, hitting the table much harder this time.
"Very well Phantom, have it your way." She said almost disappointed. With that she got up and nodded to a guard, then walked out. As she left a guard started to unlock him from the chair the other guards tensed, ready if he tried anything. Luckily he didn't, so they took him from the room and led him down a hall to begin the rest of the booking process.
About ten minutes later we find Ms. Long was sitting in her office, when she got a call on her radio.
"Ms. Long, I believe we have something you should see. It involves the new inmate." A guard said over the radio.
"Do I need to come there or are you able to bring it to me." Ms. Long asked trying to grasp the situation. If she had to go it wasn't anything good, if it could come to her it was bad but probably easy to handle.
"I'll be right up." Was the guard's reply.
A few minutes later the guard was standing in her office with a folder. Placing it on her desk, she picked it up and looked through it and was shocked at what she saw.
"While booking the inmate known as Phantom we took his prints and mugshot. Then proceeded to have him strip for the full body record, looking for the usual tattoos and such. Upon removal of his shirt we discovered scars that would suggest an examination by autopsy. We felt it best to inform you and the physicians of his current state." The guard finished formally.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. You are dismissed." Ms. Long responded not looking up from the photos. With a nod the guard left. It was good that the they discovered this early. If it was not documented that he came in like that rumors would spread about the inhumanity of the asylum, but this was still concerning.
'I may have to call someone about this.' She thought finally putting down the file. 'This very well may explain his silence.'
Around the same time the guard left for the warden's office the others finished booking Phantom. Leading him away they entered the main cell blocks. The other prisoners watched as they walked him in. A full squad for one teen was a sight to see. Some yelled and called out, but most just watched. While the kid had different look ones, they knew what inhibitors looked like, and the kid was wearing five. It didn't take long to get to his cell, cell 23. After putting him in the cell and making sure it was secure they left.
As the last guard was leaving he called "Night cycles are now! Sleep while you can!" And with that all was silent except for the night guards doing their rounds.
Sitting down on his bed he observed the cell. It was already nicer than his last one due to the bed. The toilet and sink were bonuses. The cell door was made up of just bars, presumably to make it easier to keep an eye on the inmates. Overall it was nice, at least to him.
Letting out a sigh, he laid down. Danny had changed from his year with the GIW. Something broke in him, that much he was sure of, what it was though, he couldn't quite place it. He didn't show emotion or even reacted anymore. It was like he just couldn't care. Closing his eyes Danny hoped for a peaceful night.
"Rise and shine! Night cycle is over!" A guard yelled.
Danny just looked to the door. He had gotten about four hours of sleep that night, nightmares had kept him up most of the night. He couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips.
'And here I thought a bed would help me sleep better' he thought bitterly. Sitting up he looked in the mirror over the sink. It was tiny but it worked. He looked just as bad as he felt, horrible. Moving to the sink Danny did the best he could to get ready for the day, wash his face and all, for the first time in what felt like forever.
Just as he was finishing a buzzing sound went off and his cell door opened. Moving to the door Danny looked out to see the other prisoners moving out of their cells and walking down the hall. Following logic, he decided to follow them. As he walked he didn't even try to converse with anyone. He didn't care enough.
Getting to the end of the hall a line was forming. Getting into it, he with everyone else slowly shifted through a large metal door. Upon getting through he realized he was in the cafeteria.
'Must be breakfast.' Danny thought as he moved through the line looking around.
What he didn't realize though was that he wasn't the only one taking in the sights. Many of the higher ranked criminals were sizing up the new guy, waiting to see who was going to test him and how he made out.
As Danny was leaving the line he was met with the problem of finding a place to sit. Everywhere he looked the tables were taken. It was like high school all over again, but this time, this time it didn't matter to him. Walking down the middle of the table rows, Danny passed the glares and murmuring like nothing. Moving up to the wall Danny sat down on the floor, he didn't look at anyone. The way he sat didn't convey fear, if anything, it was indifference. As Danny started to eat a shadow came over him. Looking up Danny saw a very large man with a distinctive scar on his lip.
The rest of the criminals around grew cruel smiles. Bronson had made the first move. In many of there minds the kid was screwed, in more ways than one. Though the higher ranked criminals remained impassive, waiting, they could feel it, something interesting was coming.
"Hey kid, you look like you could use a friend." Bronson said looking down on his scrawny prey. Danny just went back to eating like he wasn't even there, causing Bronson to visibly anger.
"Hey I'm talking to you!" Bronson said forcefully, getting some snickering from those watching. This only angered him more.
Danny didn't even look at him this time. He didn't want to bother with anyone, he was tired. This was the last straw for Bronson reaching out he grabbed Danny by the collar and lifted him up against the wall. Bronson now had Danny's undivided attention.
"Let go." Danny said staring into his eyes.
"Little punk you thi." Bronson started but was cut off by Danny.
"Let. Go." Danny said forcefully, his eyes flashing neon green. Suddenly the inhibitors sparked to life, and Bronson was caught up in it. Electricity could be seen sparking off their bodies. Bronson let loose a scream of pure pain before falling backward unconscious, maybe even dead, he looked chard. When Bronson fell he let go of Danny. Who was still on his feet, electricity still crackling on him. He was breathing hard, slightly staggered, but still standing. He glared at Bronson. This was when the guards finally made it over, they quickly shoved Danny against the wall again, arms cuffed behind his back. Guns were trained down all over the room really for anyone to act up. The guards dragged Danny way and gingerly moved a chard Bronson out.
While not meaning to Danny had proven himself. He didn't back down and showed he could take some punishment. The only problem now was that he was royally screwed. The warden was harsh on those who broke the no fighting rule, and he nearly killed Bronson. He'd be lucky if he only got a month in the hold.
After being dragged down three or four hallways Danny was put into an interrogation room, just like the one from the other day. He was strapped down unable to move at all. A few minutes later the warden walked in.
"It's not even nine yet, and you've not only been in a fight, but also might have killed that other inmate." Danny remained quiet, eyes staring straight ahead. It wasn't his fault, the guy started the fight, and the damn inhibitors they made him wear were the main cause, hell even he got shocked.
"Though from looking at the video you didn't start the fight, but you did cause the electricity." Ms. Long said, watching Danny for a reaction, he didn't give any.
"The question is now, why the inhibitors are set so high?" She said hoping to get him to talk. She could deal with the talkers, you knew what they were gonna do, if they were trying to play you. It was those who didn't talk that she didn't like. They didn't give anything away, they didn't care, and that's what made them dangerous. Danny still didn't say anything. Just wanting it to be done, he was tired and now hurting, all because of a stupid moment of lost control.
"I've seen the pictures of your body. Would you care to explain that?" She questioned. Danny tensed ever so slightly, memories of his time at GIW coming back. That was all Ms. Long needed, she pressed on.
"Phantom my job is to keep all the inmates from acting up, but it is also to help them get better. If help me I can help you." Ms. Long said emotionlessly, she had to be careful. This was normally where things went wrong. Danny remained quiet, causing Ms. Long to sigh.
"Alright have it your way. Since you won't talk, I'll assume you met for the electricity to happen. One month in the hold." Ms. Long said moving to the door. Now she really did have to reach out. The inhibitor collars on Phantom were crazy. Most inhibitors did give small shocks, but Phantom's made him like a walking electric chair. Inmate Bronson was lucky it stopped when it did or he would have died. The fact the inhibitors reacted so violently was not good, Phantom was now a very dangerous safety risk.
As the warden left, the guards unstrapped Danny only to cuff him right after. Leading him away they took him down a few different hallways before they entered a hall with large glass doors along the right side. Leading Danny up to one of the doors they open it and push him in, making Danny hit the floor. With the door closed two slots opened on the door.
"Put your hands through." A guard called through the top slot. "In the hold you will stay in the cell 24/7 except for mandatory yard and health care times required by US law. You will get one hour everyday to do one or the other. That is your choice. Other than that you stay in the cell." The guard explained as he uncuffed Danny.
Danny glanced at the guard, then turned and took in the cell. It was just like the cell he slept in the night before. He really didn't get the big deal of the hold. At the GIW he didn't even get to shower, let alone required yard times. Since he was still hurting from the inhibitors, Danny decided to try and get some sleep. He woke up feeling horrible and now he was going to sleep feeling horrible. He just didn't feel right anymore, maybe with this time he could figure it out. And with that Danny laid down and slept the rest of the day away, waking every now and again from nightmares that seemed to never end.
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