This is my first Holes fanfiction. I tried to bring it along with the book's storyline, but some things are changed to fit my character in. I must warn you that the first part is pretty gory. A few parts in this story will be, but I'll try no to go over the top with it. I'm going to rate it PG-13, but if you think it should be raised to R because of the violence, just tell me. Personally, I don't think it's that bad, but, then again, I'm a bit dark. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but flames are not. I will delete flames, because they're just pointless. Some stuff in this story is real, but that doesn't really matter. I love reviews, so the more, the merrier!
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Chapter 1: Slow Maelstrom
He let out the most pitiful shriek as my nails sunk into his flesh. As my fingers wrapped around his windpipe, I ripped it out. His eyes glazed over, and his body gave these shudders like he was trying to breathe. That's kind of hard to do with your throat torn out.
When his body went limp, I pushed the fleshy mass off me. I guess that's what he gets for trying to rape me, the sick pervert. I was still in the janitor's closet that he dragged me into, so I used the huge sink to wash my hands off.
As his blood ran off my hands with the water, I stood mesmerized by it swirling down the drain. I thought about what I had just done. I had killed a man out of self-defense. Surely the judge would understand that he was sexually assaulting me. Yeah, right. I've had to deal with the judicial system of America more than once, and I know for a fact that the truth will not set you free. The truth hardly ever wins over big bucks.
By now, his blood was pooling around his head. Man, I never knew one body held that much plasma. I made the gross mistake of stepping in it on my way out.
With my bag in hand, I went back to the art room of my school, where I had been before pervy-boy grabbed me. It was only about 5 doors down from the now tainted janitor's closet. As I was putting up the unused materials and cleaning up what I never started, my arts teacher Ms. Swindez stuck her head in the doorway.
"Hey, ya done?" She asked when she saw me packing up. I nodded my head yes and headed to leave. Before I got too far, I turned around and looked her in the eyes.
"Do you believe in justice?"
She gave me an odd look before answering, "Yes, I do."
My face betrayed every emotion I felt when I replied.
"We'll see once this is all over."
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The heat in the back seat of the van was unbearable. I was in a straight jacket being rattled around the back of a van with no seats. With no choice but to sit on the hot metal floor, I tried to think about the past few years.
After I went to the principal's office to tell them where to scrape their teacher of the year off the floor, I went back out in the hall to the pay phones and call the cops to tell them what happened. They got to the school in record time. It's amazing how fast a bunch of fat guys can be with the right motivation. A doughnut, for instance, but that's getting off the subject. By this time, the teachers and secretaries had recovered form their shock enough to make sure I didn't try to run for it. I wasn't going anywhere, though. It's always worse when you run, so I sat on a bench and felt myself go comatose as I listened to the mind-numbing questions of why and the statements of how I was such a good student. I guess in their opinion, killing a sexual predator brought my GPA down a few points.
Hearing the commotion of sirens blaring and people sobbing in remembrance, Ms. Swindez came running down the hall. After almost being run over by cops and medics hoping to get to the body in enough time to save it, she got to the main lobby just in time to see me being cuffed and booked. We made eye contact. She now knew what I meant earlier.
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One huge bump brought me out of my reverie as I hit my head on a sharp corner. I was now lying on my side and, seeing as how my arms were wrapped up in the jacket, helpless to right myself. I did a funny kicking thing with my legs for about 2 minutes and I managed to sit myself up. With no help from the guard in the front seat, mind you. I didn't take too kindly to the fact that he was laughing at me the whole time.
"We'll be there in 5 minutes, Flipper."
Oh, ha ha. Nice nickname, you donkey's backside.
I was heading for Camp Green Lake. From what I'd heard, it was quite the hellhole. Frying in the sun for hours. Just thinking of the sun made me scared. I always got sick if I spent too much time in the sun. I pointed that out to the judge, but he said that all the female and juvenile prisons were full for miles around, so it's off to Green Lake I go.
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The guard threw open the back doors to the most blinding light. He was only a silhouette against the eyeball-searing sun. He yelled for me to get up and get out, where he took off my straight jacket and put me in handcuffs.
My arms were now pleasantly numb as I followed behind him towards, what looked like, a shed. When we reached it, the guard knocked and the stupidest-looking guy opened it. He was the worst cowboy reject I had ever seen. He opened the door wider to let us through, and my nose was hit with the overpowering smell of body odor. I resisted the urge to gag as I realized that I would smell it for the next year and a half.
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"Guess I can't say this ain't a Girl Scout camp anymore," said Mr. Sir while he handed the guard a drink. I wanted to roll my eyes at his pathetic attempt at humor, but I had already gotten a death glare from him for laughing at his name. Sitting behind his desk, he finished up the paper work the guard gave him when we came in. He spat out some sunflower seed shells on the already shell-littered floor. Thank God I had on shoes.
"Madge Estele Delaney. That's a name?" I gave him a warning look. After all, I murdered someone. I could do the same thing to him. He seemed to read my mind and dropped the subject.
"Here's the basics," he spat out more shells, "I've read your file. You're here because your sentence was dropped to manslaughter. Now, I don't care what you did. You're here now, and while you're here you follow the warden's rules. Just 'cause you the first girl to come to this camp don't make you nothin' special."
I already knew all this crap. I was just an experiment. Juvenile crime levels were rising, so they decided to try and co-integrate this all-boys camp. I happened to be the lucky guinea pig that the state needed.
He stood up and started to walk out. I was going to stay there until he noticed I wasn't following, but I figured now wasn't the time to be smart.
Because I was cuffed with my hands behind my back, my whole body was thrown off-angle. I stumbled as I tried to stand up, and thankfully the guard caught my arm. I muttered thanks to him and followed Mr. Sir to another shed. In here were a bunch of orange jumpsuits and canteens and lots of other crap. He grabbed two jumpsuits and some more junk and started explaining stuff to me, but I wasn't paying attention. After saying some stuff about changing clothes and showers, he tossed all the crap in the guard's outstretched arms.
"Where is everyone?" I asked him. For the first time, I noticed that the camp looked abandoned.
"Everyone's digging right now. No one'll be back for hours."
Now that scared me. The guard had uncuffed me and handed me my stuff and was about to leave. I didn't want to be alone with this old guy. I've never had any luck when it came to being around older guys. Even though it was in the past, I still didn't feel any better about it now.
Right as I was about to panic, I saw an outline of someone coming in the distance. The figure was so blurred at first that I thought it might be a mirage.
"Who's that?" Curiosity overcame me as he got closer to camp.
Mr. Sir looked up. "Aw, that's just Zero."
I looked at him, confused. "I thought you said that nobody'd be done for hours."
Sir slowly shook his head. "That kid's the fastest digger in the whole camp. He's a freak of nature."
Well that was real nice.
By now the van was already started up and the guard was sitting in the passenger seat. By the time they drove off, Zero had reached the camp. He was heading for a shed by the small building beside the tents. There were a bunch of racks and a few shovels inside. He put his shovel up and went off to another part of the camp.
"Where will I be?"
"You'll be in D-Tent. Can't remember what the D stands for, but your fruity councilor'll tell ya when he gets back from doin' water runs. D-tent was the only one that had an opening, so y'all should be glad you don't got 'ta go back to prison."
Actually, I would have preferred prison to this place. At least the place I was at had air conditioning.
"You're cot will be which ever one is empty. You might want to find out which is yours before you unpack. 'Til then, you can hang around in here or go to the rec room. Don't make no difference to me.
"Oh," he turned back around to face me, "Keep in mind that these boys ain't seen a girl their age in a good long time." He cracked a sadistic smile. "You'd best watch yourself."
I can't begin to tell you how creeped out I was by that comment, but since he was looking for a reaction, I didn't give him one.
He left disgruntled, thinking that his dig didn't sink in.
I sat on one of the cots and looked around. I was living my nightmare; living with guys. Sleeping in the same room with guys. Laying barely two feet away from a guy. I sighed and covered my face with my hands. This was going to be a long, frightening eighteen months.
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End of First Chapter
