Slayer
Los Angeles
Los Angeles' Women's Correctional Facility
12:00 PM
Friday Afternoon
This place was hell. No one ever wanted to go to prison, not even the toughest of criminals, because it meant there was someone bigger and stronger than them inside, just waiting to take them out. But, this was only the Women's prison. Sure, men could be more ruthless than women, taking out anyone and everything because they thought they would have something to prove to their peers. Women on the other hand, they always seemed to have a better reason for being there. Maybe they really were innocent. Maybe not. No one would really know for sure. Except for themselves.
The cell doors slid open, all at the same time, from a button that one of the guards would press. The prisoners, usually two to a cell, would step out to a white line in front of their cells. They were required to have their shackles on before they exited their cells, and a guard came around to check each cell before they opened the cells, just to make sure. They always took extreme precaution.
It was lunch time, and the women walked, in their ugly gray jump suits, in a single filed line to the mess hall. There, they were served food, not the best. You don't go to prison for the food, if it could even be called that. Prison had changed these women. Some use to be beautiful and young, taking care of themselves. But, once you go to prison, your life is basically over, depending on your sentence. So, they started to let themselves go, and build up walls around themselves. The majority of them had been there for quite some time, their age showing with their faces. The crimes were usually visible with each woman. Except for one.
A tall, thin brunette continued along in line. She looked tired, and if anyone were to see her that knew her, they probably wouldn't recognize her. Lucky for her, no one she knew would recognize her. Not here anyway. She was a good prisoner, following orders. She was a good girl. But, in reality, she wasn't seen as a girl. Or a person for that matter. She was known as a number, which was on a gray patch sown to the matching jump suit. Prisoner Number 0983221. This one kept to herself mostly, while the others were lively, and making the best of the situation at hand. However, just because she kept to herself, didn't mean she didn't piss people off.
A heavy, older, black woman, started to cut others in line. She wore the prison uniform as well as a black bandana, folded around her braided head like a sweat band. Two other black prisoners followed her. These three were tough, and underneath the Prison Guards as the head honchos. They silently pushed through the line as they made their way towards the brunette, the big one leading her lackeys. They stopped when they reached her, and along with them stopping, everything else seemed to stop in the mess hall. The workers, the other prisoners in line, behind them and in front of them, and the prisoners seated eating. They all watched as Bertha, the leader, stuck her face in the brunette's face.
"Bitch, it looks like my cousin is gonna be in a cast for a long time. They said that you made such a mess of her arm, it was almost impossible to get the bone to heal back together properly. And since we're not aloud to have drugs of any kind, pain killers included, my cuz has gotta suffer the pain. Just because you wouldn't give her your corn."
The brunette didn't even face Bertha. She just stood in the same position she stayed in when Bertha first approached.
"Bitch, look at me when I'm talking to you!" Bertha yelled.
The brunette turned her head, revealing herself to be Faith, the Vampire Slayer. The one, who killed an innocent man on a routine patrolling, and didn't give it another thought. The one that tried to help the Mayor bring about an Apocalypse. The one the previous Slayer put into a 4 month coma. And finally, the one who sought out an angel, to help her come to terms with her crimes and turn herself in. She may be a prisoner, but Faith will always be a Slayer. As spit flew from Bertha's mouth as she hollered at her, Faith wondered if Bertha knew what a Slayer was. Then Faith wondered if Bertha knew what 2 plus 2 was. A smile spread across Faith's face, the joke in her head.
"Nigga, you think this is funny? Now, I'm gonna have to hurt ya!" Bertha screamed.
Faith didn't want any part of this. She had changed, or so she thought she did. Still. There was a part of Faith that wanted to reach up and rip out Bertha's throat, just to watch her expression when she goes to scream in pain, but realizes she can't any more. She tucked that thought, and other thoughts like it, deep down inside herself. Saving for a rainy day? Perhaps. But, it wasn't raining today.
Faith didn't want anymore trouble. She was sent here to rot and die in this prison. Life. That was her sentence, and rightfully so. She fucked up. That stupid 'If you can't do the time, don't do the crime" saying repeated through her head all the time. She would get angry, but only because she did this. It wasn't the saying's fault. It was her own.
Bertha looked down at Faith's tray and smirked. On a white plate with separations to put different food into them, so the food won't run together, laid a pile of yellow corn, cut from the cob. Bertha looked back up at Faith.
"I know what I'll do. I'm gonna conduct a little experiment. Give me your corn," Bertha ordered.
Faith looked down at the corn and then back to Bertha.
"No," Faith defiantly replied. She turned back to her tray and started going back down the line. Bertha stopped her, and turned Faith back around to face her.
"That's what I thought," Bertha smirked. Then, with a powerful blow to the face, sent Faith over a railing, flipping, and landing on the on her stomach. Bad move, Faith thought. Bertha smiled, screaming insults at Faith as she laid there. Bertha jumped over the railing as Faith started to get up. The other prisoners started chanting, and basically, chaos broke out. Bertha stood over Faith, feeling awesome as she knocked the bitch out. Boy, was she in for it.
Faith turned onto her back, and jumped up to her feet, right in front of Bertha. Faith jumped up onto the table, for one moment, then jumped off, spin kicking Bertha in the face. Bertha landed onto the railing, the same that Faith toppled over. Faith landed where she originally started. Bertha turned, going to punch Faith, but her fist hit the air as she ducked, coming up behind Bertha, and slamming her face into the table. While Bertha held her face, she shouted out orders to her lackeys, which they followed without question.
The two jumped over the railing, getting in a fighting stance. Faith leaned forward quickly, her nose touching her shin, and bringing one leg back up, using the heel of her boot to break one of the lackey's nose on contact. Blood gushed out, and the impact sent the woman to her butt. Faith brought her head up quickly, standing in her normal stance once more. She stepped with her right foot sideways, her legs crossing for a moment, and then brought her left leg up in a high side kick to the face of the second lackey. Faith continued kicking, hopping forward, the lackey being sent backwards from the unforgiving kicks, until Faith stopped, jumped, spinned and sent both of her feet at the woman. The first foot, her right, getting a hard snap kick to the side of her head, and the second foot, she holds back until she spins around all the way and lands on her right foot, she sends up to the woman's chin from behind, a back mule kick.
The woman flies up in the air from the impact, pretty high up, and then comes crashing back down to earth, landing on her neck. Later, they would find out that she would never be able to walk again.
Faith turned back around to Bertha, who came forward and grabbed Faith by the throat, strangling her. Faith fought back however, getting a grip around Bertha's neck as well. Faith had her arms inside of Bertha's. Faith noticing this, let go of Bertha's throat, and with both arms, knocked Bertha's arms off of her throat. It worked. Faith kicked Bertha in the gut, causing the large woman to stumble backwards. In a fit of rage, Bertha ran at Faith. Faith expecting this, ducked back a bit, and when Bertha was several inches away, Faith attacked.
Faith jumped up from her position, and like a big horn sheep, used the top of her head to send the bone in Bertha's nose into her brain, killing her instantly. Bertha fell backwards, her eyes still open, and when she fell, she bounced a little bit. Faith stood over Bertha's dead body and sighed. Faith looked around as the other prisoners were fighting with each other, and then saw the two lackeys down.
A guard walked in, with many guards behind him, and took out a pistol. He raised it up in the air and shot off a round. Once he was finished, all the women stopped what they were doing and looked at the guards.
"GET BACK TO YOUR CELLS, NOW!!" he commanded.
The guards had won, for now. Faith looked at Bertha, as blood came pouring out from her eye sockets and nostrils. Bertha's hazel eyes stare open, right at Faith. Faith stared back, but then looked away. She certainly wasn't the girl she used to be. Faith could have looked death in the face and laughed. In fact, she had before. Faith turned and picked up the plate with her corn on it. She slanted the plate down towards her breast pocket and poured the corn in. She would eat this later since she was pretty sure the guards weren't allowing them to eat again for the rest of the day, because of the madness that took place. Faith dropped the plate and then headed towards the exit.
Los Angeles
Los Angeles' Women's Correctional Facility
12:00 PM
Friday Afternoon
This place was hell. No one ever wanted to go to prison, not even the toughest of criminals, because it meant there was someone bigger and stronger than them inside, just waiting to take them out. But, this was only the Women's prison. Sure, men could be more ruthless than women, taking out anyone and everything because they thought they would have something to prove to their peers. Women on the other hand, they always seemed to have a better reason for being there. Maybe they really were innocent. Maybe not. No one would really know for sure. Except for themselves.
The cell doors slid open, all at the same time, from a button that one of the guards would press. The prisoners, usually two to a cell, would step out to a white line in front of their cells. They were required to have their shackles on before they exited their cells, and a guard came around to check each cell before they opened the cells, just to make sure. They always took extreme precaution.
It was lunch time, and the women walked, in their ugly gray jump suits, in a single filed line to the mess hall. There, they were served food, not the best. You don't go to prison for the food, if it could even be called that. Prison had changed these women. Some use to be beautiful and young, taking care of themselves. But, once you go to prison, your life is basically over, depending on your sentence. So, they started to let themselves go, and build up walls around themselves. The majority of them had been there for quite some time, their age showing with their faces. The crimes were usually visible with each woman. Except for one.
A tall, thin brunette continued along in line. She looked tired, and if anyone were to see her that knew her, they probably wouldn't recognize her. Lucky for her, no one she knew would recognize her. Not here anyway. She was a good prisoner, following orders. She was a good girl. But, in reality, she wasn't seen as a girl. Or a person for that matter. She was known as a number, which was on a gray patch sown to the matching jump suit. Prisoner Number 0983221. This one kept to herself mostly, while the others were lively, and making the best of the situation at hand. However, just because she kept to herself, didn't mean she didn't piss people off.
A heavy, older, black woman, started to cut others in line. She wore the prison uniform as well as a black bandana, folded around her braided head like a sweat band. Two other black prisoners followed her. These three were tough, and underneath the Prison Guards as the head honchos. They silently pushed through the line as they made their way towards the brunette, the big one leading her lackeys. They stopped when they reached her, and along with them stopping, everything else seemed to stop in the mess hall. The workers, the other prisoners in line, behind them and in front of them, and the prisoners seated eating. They all watched as Bertha, the leader, stuck her face in the brunette's face.
"Bitch, it looks like my cousin is gonna be in a cast for a long time. They said that you made such a mess of her arm, it was almost impossible to get the bone to heal back together properly. And since we're not aloud to have drugs of any kind, pain killers included, my cuz has gotta suffer the pain. Just because you wouldn't give her your corn."
The brunette didn't even face Bertha. She just stood in the same position she stayed in when Bertha first approached.
"Bitch, look at me when I'm talking to you!" Bertha yelled.
The brunette turned her head, revealing herself to be Faith, the Vampire Slayer. The one, who killed an innocent man on a routine patrolling, and didn't give it another thought. The one that tried to help the Mayor bring about an Apocalypse. The one the previous Slayer put into a 4 month coma. And finally, the one who sought out an angel, to help her come to terms with her crimes and turn herself in. She may be a prisoner, but Faith will always be a Slayer. As spit flew from Bertha's mouth as she hollered at her, Faith wondered if Bertha knew what a Slayer was. Then Faith wondered if Bertha knew what 2 plus 2 was. A smile spread across Faith's face, the joke in her head.
"Nigga, you think this is funny? Now, I'm gonna have to hurt ya!" Bertha screamed.
Faith didn't want any part of this. She had changed, or so she thought she did. Still. There was a part of Faith that wanted to reach up and rip out Bertha's throat, just to watch her expression when she goes to scream in pain, but realizes she can't any more. She tucked that thought, and other thoughts like it, deep down inside herself. Saving for a rainy day? Perhaps. But, it wasn't raining today.
Faith didn't want anymore trouble. She was sent here to rot and die in this prison. Life. That was her sentence, and rightfully so. She fucked up. That stupid 'If you can't do the time, don't do the crime" saying repeated through her head all the time. She would get angry, but only because she did this. It wasn't the saying's fault. It was her own.
Bertha looked down at Faith's tray and smirked. On a white plate with separations to put different food into them, so the food won't run together, laid a pile of yellow corn, cut from the cob. Bertha looked back up at Faith.
"I know what I'll do. I'm gonna conduct a little experiment. Give me your corn," Bertha ordered.
Faith looked down at the corn and then back to Bertha.
"No," Faith defiantly replied. She turned back to her tray and started going back down the line. Bertha stopped her, and turned Faith back around to face her.
"That's what I thought," Bertha smirked. Then, with a powerful blow to the face, sent Faith over a railing, flipping, and landing on the on her stomach. Bad move, Faith thought. Bertha smiled, screaming insults at Faith as she laid there. Bertha jumped over the railing as Faith started to get up. The other prisoners started chanting, and basically, chaos broke out. Bertha stood over Faith, feeling awesome as she knocked the bitch out. Boy, was she in for it.
Faith turned onto her back, and jumped up to her feet, right in front of Bertha. Faith jumped up onto the table, for one moment, then jumped off, spin kicking Bertha in the face. Bertha landed onto the railing, the same that Faith toppled over. Faith landed where she originally started. Bertha turned, going to punch Faith, but her fist hit the air as she ducked, coming up behind Bertha, and slamming her face into the table. While Bertha held her face, she shouted out orders to her lackeys, which they followed without question.
The two jumped over the railing, getting in a fighting stance. Faith leaned forward quickly, her nose touching her shin, and bringing one leg back up, using the heel of her boot to break one of the lackey's nose on contact. Blood gushed out, and the impact sent the woman to her butt. Faith brought her head up quickly, standing in her normal stance once more. She stepped with her right foot sideways, her legs crossing for a moment, and then brought her left leg up in a high side kick to the face of the second lackey. Faith continued kicking, hopping forward, the lackey being sent backwards from the unforgiving kicks, until Faith stopped, jumped, spinned and sent both of her feet at the woman. The first foot, her right, getting a hard snap kick to the side of her head, and the second foot, she holds back until she spins around all the way and lands on her right foot, she sends up to the woman's chin from behind, a back mule kick.
The woman flies up in the air from the impact, pretty high up, and then comes crashing back down to earth, landing on her neck. Later, they would find out that she would never be able to walk again.
Faith turned back around to Bertha, who came forward and grabbed Faith by the throat, strangling her. Faith fought back however, getting a grip around Bertha's neck as well. Faith had her arms inside of Bertha's. Faith noticing this, let go of Bertha's throat, and with both arms, knocked Bertha's arms off of her throat. It worked. Faith kicked Bertha in the gut, causing the large woman to stumble backwards. In a fit of rage, Bertha ran at Faith. Faith expecting this, ducked back a bit, and when Bertha was several inches away, Faith attacked.
Faith jumped up from her position, and like a big horn sheep, used the top of her head to send the bone in Bertha's nose into her brain, killing her instantly. Bertha fell backwards, her eyes still open, and when she fell, she bounced a little bit. Faith stood over Bertha's dead body and sighed. Faith looked around as the other prisoners were fighting with each other, and then saw the two lackeys down.
A guard walked in, with many guards behind him, and took out a pistol. He raised it up in the air and shot off a round. Once he was finished, all the women stopped what they were doing and looked at the guards.
"GET BACK TO YOUR CELLS, NOW!!" he commanded.
The guards had won, for now. Faith looked at Bertha, as blood came pouring out from her eye sockets and nostrils. Bertha's hazel eyes stare open, right at Faith. Faith stared back, but then looked away. She certainly wasn't the girl she used to be. Faith could have looked death in the face and laughed. In fact, she had before. Faith turned and picked up the plate with her corn on it. She slanted the plate down towards her breast pocket and poured the corn in. She would eat this later since she was pretty sure the guards weren't allowing them to eat again for the rest of the day, because of the madness that took place. Faith dropped the plate and then headed towards the exit.