Hello, and welcome to poorly written story time with Beatlesbiggestfan1. Please try to ignore the cheesey title.
Prologue
A loud boom echoed throughout the eerie silence of the prison, catching the attention of the prisoners held within it. They watched as a small light came into view from the black abyss below them. A new prisoner. As the platform lifted the light higher, three figures appeared. The prisoners craned their necks to catch a glimpse of this new-comer. As the newest addition to the prison approached the main reformatory floor, some of the prisoners let out small gasps. This new prisoner was so young; he couldn't be much more than a teenager! They watched silently as the two guards lead him to the head prison guard, who sat in an old dusty chair in a corner fiddling with a little necklace she wore. "We have a new one for ya Nepeta." The first guard rasped. Nepeta stood up from her chair and examined the new prisoner with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She cleared her throat and swiped the emotion from her face, looking down at her feet. "Very well," she turned her attention to the prisoner once more; "What might your name be?" she asked gently. The prisoner kept his angered eyes locked on the floor, staying silent for a while. "Karkat Vantas.", he finally answered. Nepeta nodded and grabbed a clipboard from the wall, adding his name to the list of criminals who occupied the prison. "Age?" she pressed on. "Seventeen" he mumbled. Nepeta raised her eyebrows. "You're a little young to be committing crimes worthy of prison time, aren't you?" she purred questioningly. Karkat's head shot up, and his hateful glare met her gentle gaze. "You're a little young to be guarding savage criminals like us, aren't you?" he hissed sarcastically, mocking her high, young tone of voice. Nepeta frowned and quickly turned her head back to the clipboard to scribble 'Age: 17' on it. "Crime?" She asked carefully. He returned his glare to the floor. A long silence passed. "Crime?" she asked again, awkwardly. More silence. After a long time, the first guard got impatient and spoke up. "He's a mutant-blood." He snapped quickly. "His crime is simply existing. The queen requested he be imprisoned until she returns in 2 months. He will then be executed."
The second guard let out a cold laugh. "If I know the queen, she probably wants to see the pitiful look on his disgusting mutant face when he bites the dust." He says, giving Karkat a hard kick to the ribs. Karkat let out a small cry of pain and mumbled something to himself before suddenly getting to his feet and using all his might to ram into the first guard. The guard let out a gasp of surprise and lost his balance, falling right onto Nepeta's chair. The second guard drew his gun, but instead of shooting, slammed it against the back of Karkat's head, knocking him unconscious immediately.