Prison gates by Rizylee
CH 2: Newbies and old Acquaintances
Yesterday, a convict that was in our level of the cell building was released on good behavior. So today we found out the criminal we were getting on our level is a girl. It's always a big deal when a new criminal gets assigned here because it actually doesn't happen as often as you would think.
The guards are jerks though, I mean that's a given but well, you'll see.
There is a big open square, like a football field practically, in front of the cell building and by the back of the cafeteria.
They bring the criminal in, complete with foot and hand cuffs, out the back doors of the cafeteria. Then they parade the "fresh meat" in a straight line to the cell building.
It's bad because the current prisoners are aloud to bring food and other "objects" to throw at the 'newbies'.
It's horrible, they get filthy and everyone is taunting, jeering, and cursing at them. As if this place isn't bad enough, everyone persists in breaking your spirit before you even get to your bunk.
Well, my friends and I have always hated it and usually avoid the crowd, but we heard today that it was a female convict. We haven't had a girl in a long time. We decided we were gonna' start something because we're fed up with it. We don't know how we'll prevent it, but we feel bad for the girl so this is it. We already had front row spots picked out and the crowd was getting restless.
The doors open out of the cafeteria and there are, holy crap! Eight guards!
The only time I can ever remember more than 4 guards is when this guy that stole a tank was brought here, he had five guards but not nearly as many chains.
But yeah, eight guards all of them had those tazer sticks. They're for when the prisoners get out of hand they can just stick the sharp blue end into a body part and push the red button then you get a burst of electricity that instantly paralyzes that body part for about 6 hours.
So I'm starting at her feet, as I always do, and start sizing this chick up. She has ankle, calf, thigh, waist, and wrist cuffs. Jeeze, I didn't know they had cuffs for all those parts, huh.
I'm about to get a look of her face when this short guy steps on my foot. I make a small yelp noise and sock him in the mouth. None of the guards noticed, even though he made a loud squeak when I hit him. Not that they would break up a fight, I just don't want any extra attention right now.
Someone did notice though, the criminal turns slightly and looks straight at me. My breath gets stuck in my throat and she just gets this really confused look on her face.
She has been walking, or shuffling very slowly and is about mid-way between the cell building and the cafeteria. She stops, turns and starts to take a half step towards me, the whole time not breaking eye contact. Before her foot hits the cement she gets pelted right in the back of her 'dark hair' by a shoe.
I scan the crowd franticly but I can't see who threw the shoe. Dang it! That sucks! I hate to loose my prey. Her raised foot stomps the ground hard as she is knocked off balance. Another object clips her along her left jaw line and I see a red ooze drip down onto her shirt. I know it isn't blood because I can see the remains of the tomato on the ground.
This time I see who through it and lurch towards him. She recovered very quickly from the last shot and I can feel her watching me somehow as I tackle this guy out of our designated area and into convict territory.
Just in case you didn't know there is a very cliché red carpet about 4 feet wide that the guards unroll for the fresh meat to walk on. It extends from the cafeteria to the cell building.
This is known as "convict territory" if you step into convict territory then you are fair game the guards instantly will back off and it's you vs. a potentially insane criminal.
So I find myself on top of this guy beating him to a pulp before I look around to see where I am. Blonde moment or what? Always mind your surroundings, I wish I could remember who taught me that, oh well maybe it just comes natural. As I'm minding my surroundings, I see the criminal is still watching me with that weird concentrated, confused look. That's when I finally get a good look at her face. No way, no freekin' way. It can't be her, it can't be…….. can it?
Again with the difficulty breathing and it was again caused by this girl in chains. My assumptions earlier about her being the girl from the alley were correct (this was why I stopped breathing the first time).
Like I said the guards have completely backed up and are standing around grinning like idiots while the girl turns slowly and stares at us.
She is still in all her chains but that doesn't keep the guy I'm sitting on from having a complete breakdown and wetting his pants in terror. I jump off and make sure he didn't get any on me, that would have been so nasty. What a wuss.
I glare down and as I'm considering kicking him in the ribs again or not, I come to find this is the infamous leader of the "stompers". Yah, you heard correctly, the Stompers. They're this "gang" if you can even call them that. They run the place, or they like to think so.
The only reason they have any power at all is because they have half the prison body in their gang. Lucky me standing right over a battered and beaten leader, oh well. I haven't ever had a reason to fear them but my ability to jinx myself comes through again as a few of his goons pile on top of me and take me down.
Now in this hell hole there aren't any "oh she's a girl, so we'll let it slide" rules. Nope, everyone is an equal here
But luckily I have a "gang" of my own, actually it's just two of my best friends in the world they're the only two people I can trust and not just in here, out of anywhere.
So, as Jilly (short for Jillian) is pulling four very large guys off of me Brittany is busy slapping the crap out of them one by one, that is, if you consider some major fist-meets-face action "Slapping" then yah, that's what she was doin' alright. They make sure all of the guys are being taken care of, so now I can focus on what one very pissed off criminal is doing.
Well the Stompers gang must have had enough whoopin' for one day because they hurry back into the crowd and disappear. I turn quickly and I can see Britt and Jilly really want to do the same but they won't leave my side, not ever, so the three of us stand there watching every move Dark-Hair takes.
Brit is trying to get my attention but I'm ignoring her. I know very well she wants to get me and Jilly out of there and to relative safety, mostly just get us away from the criminal. You see, she always tries to keep Jilly and I safe, mostly because we're so hot headed and quick to leap into action and usually get ourselves into trouble. Like a few serious times we have gotten into slight disagreements with our fellow inmates and well, I guess I'll just have to tell ya about it:
