I sighed and scratched, yet another line into the cold prison wall, symbolizing the third week in this hellhole. I only had a slight idea of where I'd been rotting this past week. I was only aware of the little to no food in my body and the excruciating pain in my head. I had absolutely no idea how I ended up in this monstrosity. One night I was sleeping in my cozy little bed in Southern California only to wake up in my own personal hell.
I was dying for someone to talk to, I had so many questions I needed answered, the only human contact I'd had in weeks was the strange, alien-looking officer who brought the single roll of bread and what seemed like two sips of water each day, but I learned the hard way to expect nothing kind out of him. Some nights, if I was super lucky I could hear them, i sometimes thought that they forgot that there were bars and that though they held me back from kicking their butts, they did not limit me from hearing their conversations of what was happening in the outside world, which I knew very little about, because it sure didn't seem like the one I remembered. One particular officer who didn't wear the creepy masks that the rest of the guards wore, always shared the latest news around what I'm guessing was nine or ten o'clock in the evening.
Apparently they were after a certain rebel group who called themselves the killjoys. One in particular called Party Poison was stirring up a lot of trouble for them and he had been the number one most wanted for weeks now. He sounded like a superhero from what i heard, then again, i was biased to the fact that anyone who was against my captives was my freaking hero. After lots of nights sitting at the edge of my cell and eavesdropping to the best of my ability, I found out that this evil man was named Korse. He worked for Better Living Industries or BL/ind, a name that surely didn't fit, and that he planned to brainwash me and use me to lure the killjoys to him.
Korse cleared his throat, signaling the guards to gather around him, "Tonight, we will be adding one more to Miss Rachel's cell," I hated that Korse, as disgusting as he was, thought he had the right to use my name, he had no idea who I was, "He is one of those annoying little killjoys. Only feed him enough to survive and treat him as you see fit."
I watched Korse disappear behind the corner and come back dragging a kicking and screaming killjoy by the collar of his vest. A million questions popped into my head. Who was this guy? Where did he come from? and what did he know about these crazy killjoys? From the looks of it, he wasn't very tall, he had black hair that came down to his shoulders hiding any view of his face, and he had tattoos from all up his arms up to his neck. This guy was a total badass and I had a feeling we would get along just perfectly.
"This, my friends, is Mr. Frank Iero." Korse sneered and the guards dragged him down the hall towards my cell, as I bounded to my bunk and acted like i was asleep. They kicked him into the cramped little cell and left. I watched as he took in his surroundings. He looked…way too calm and very tired.
He spoke and I nearly jumped "Ok, quit the crap. I may not be the brightest, but I can tell you're not actually fucking sleeping."
I sat up on my bunk, and for once didn't pretend that I was fine and that everything was going to be okay, because it just wasn't true. I let him see just how frightened I really was and barely being able to speak, stuttered out the words," H-h-hello. I'm Insubordinate Sedative."
I saw the understanding and pity that came over him as he really looked me over and I could tell his mind was far away, thinking about something way more important than this crazy girl whom he'd be sharing his cell with "Nice to meet you, Insubordinate. I'm Fun Ghoul, but listen... I have something very important to ask you."
