I DON'T SUGGEST YOU READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE SQUIMISH OR DON'T LIKE DISCRIPTIONS OF GORE, RAPE AND OR MURDER. THIS STORY IS NOT SUTAIBLE TO THOSE FAINT OF HEART!
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Vampire Academy as my own, Vampire Academy belongs to Richelle Mead. I Ashleigh Wood claim this plot as mine and no one may copy any ideas from this story without my written permission.
Chapter 1
When you are studying to become a criminal psychologist (or any kind of psychologist), the first thing they teach you is that you cannot and I repeat, cannot become emotionally attached to any of your patients. I had just graduated top of my class from NYU. I had chosen the one furthest away from my parent's house, but that also meant my friends. But you have to make sacrifices in order to achieve greatness. Well anyways that's what my teachers said.
I was told with my qualifications and scores that I would probably be able to get a job anywhere with a large pay check attached to any one of them. So why did I chose the one I did? A new prison had just opened up, but this wasn't just any prison this was a Super-Maximum Security prison. That means that people who have committed serious crimes, such as murderers and rapists, are incarcerated there. I applied as the head psychologist and I would have two undergraduates working for me.
Today was the day that I would be starting out at my new job, I was so excited. I had chosen my outfit the night before, carefully laid it out. When I got the job, they had sent over a list. This list had a set of rules and guidelines on prison rules and regulations. It had things like what to do if there is lockdown, what to wear, how to conduct myself in front of the prisoners and what to do if one attempts to harm me. It also said if I fell pregnant that after five months I would have to take maternity leave as the prisoners can use my weakened state against me.
This shocked me, but when I thought about it, it made sense. This wasn't a minimum security prison; where the sent tax dodgers to scare them into, well to scare them into obeying the law. No this was a Super-Maximum Security prison, otherwise known as Super-Max. People were sent here for life, they say if you enter these prisons the only way you leave is if you are in a body bag or going to court. These prisoners get up to one hour of free time outside their cells a day and that includes eating, showering and religious practices.
Some might argue that they deserve it for what they did, maybe they are right, but what if you were in their shoes what would you think? Also isn't what we doing against their basic human rights? No one really has the answers to those questions, why should we as humans chose who lives and who dies, but then again why did they think that they could. You see I am on the fence; I have to be due to my profession. I have no opinion; I have to be neutral so that I can successfully help my patients.
I finished eating my breakfast, which consisted of corn flakes and milk. I fed my cat, Soxy; she looked like she had little white socks on, and so I called her Soxy. She meowed at me when I placed her food on the floor. She started to eat, not bother about anything else around her. I smiled at her, she is my baby. I walked to my bed room and into my bathroom and took a shower. I walked out in my towel and started to dress in a white button up shirt and black slacks.
When I was done with that I put mascara and lip gloss on, the list said only light make up may be applied .Now time for my hair, I consulted the list and it said Females hair must be tied back at all times when around the prisoners. I guess it made sense since they could grab it and hurt me. Shrugging it tied my hair back in a ponytail. My hair was still slightly wet so I grabbed my brush and placed it inside my bag so that I could brush it later on.
Happy with my appearance I placed my note book, pen, and identification documents into my hand bag, grabbed my car keys and was off to work. It was about a forty five minute drive to get there, which is fine because I would rather drive a little father to work that have a Super-Max prison in the middle of the city. There is only one road that leads in and out of the prison. This is surrounded by flat fields of short grass, which no escapee could hide in even if he was lying down.
I pulled up to the prison, the first thing I saw was about a ten foot wall surrounding the whole area, and this ten foot wall was complemented by barbed wire, electric fencing and huge armed guards. There were there were three gates which you had to go through in order to leave or to get in. A big guy, with arms the size of my thighs, a gun the length of my arms walked towards my car, I then considered pulling out and driving away as fast as I could.
He knocked on my window with his pen; slowly I let down my window. I looked up at him; he had quite a boyish face, red hair, blues eyes with lots of freckles. "May I help you miss?" "Hathaway, um yea I have a job here." He looked down; flipped through the pages he had on his clipboard and frowned. "Castile, come here I have a problem over here." I gulped, Omg there going to shot me. A man stuck his head out of the booth.
"What is it Ashford?" "Umm Miss Hathaway's name is not on my list." He pointed down at me, it was then I realised that he also had a pistol on his belt. Omg I am going to be shot down but like ten different guns, I'm going to look like cheese with tons of little whole in me, besides the ones I already have. I made a strangled noise, and the Ashford guy looked down at me in alarm. "Are-" I cut him off by ducking my head and screaming, "Don't shoot me, I'm sorry. I'm here for the psychologist job but I can come back another time."
He laughed at me and said, "I'm not going to shot you. Do you have you registration forms and id?" I nodded pulled out an id card and showed him. It was a temporary one and I was told that I would get my new one that day I started. Which was today, well actually today was orientation and I was to officially start tomorrow which was when the prisoners arrived. Today was the trial run, to see if everything worked alright with the cells and stuff.
I was let through all of the gates; I found out that only one can be open at a time so I waited a long time. A big guy walked towards me and escorted me to the warden's office. It felt like I was back in high school and being dragged down to the principal's office. He knocked on the door and a female voice answered from inside. I was so shocked, so far I had only seen men here and a female warden was just too out there to believe, maybe it is his secretary.
Turns out that the warden was female and not a very nice person, as I walked into her office I knew that I wouldn't like her very much, she reminded me off a bird. I was led to a chair and told to sit down. I had to look up at her from the chair because it was so low. From my training I concluded that this was a dominance thing, so made me look up at her so I felt inferior to her. Must be something to do with the prisoners and keeping them in line and out of trouble.
She began to talk and it felt like I was having a lecture, "Honestly Miss Hathaway I was expecting something a little more than you. You credentials are very good and I guess I was expecting a person of more substance. Not a little dwarf girl with no backbone. You won't stand up to the prisoners." This angered me for some reason, I decided to assert myself like I was taught to do, "My information was on my CV along with my photo, if you were expecting something else maybe you looked at the wrong file."
After I had said it I cringed internally, I just stood up to my boss and a police woman. She smiled at me, "There we go. I think that you will do just fine here." I was taken aback she was just testing me, that bitch she had me worried that I didn't have a job here. My fury must have shone on my face because she backed up and said, "Miss Hathaway, I am sorry to upset you. It's just we can't haven't anyone working here, we have to have people strong of heart, close to their morals and a good head."
Yea like you can get that from scaring the shit out of people. "Well I can tell you are eager to see your new office, follow Stan here and he will take you to it." I looked over to the man that had escorted me here. We were in the hall when I heard him mumble, "Bloody Kirova, I'm not an errand boy. Sending me around telling me to escort them, copy this and file that and-" "Stan!" He was cut off when a voice barked at him.
"Is that any way to speak of your superiors? Go away and I will escort Miss Hathaway to her new office." I wanted to giggle at the fact someone, other than me, heard him bad mouthing the Warden. With a roll of his eyes he skulked off. I looked up at the person who had shouted at Stan. It was Alberta the lady who had interviewed me, "Hello Rose. How are you?" I nodded, "I'm ok and you?" "I'm good" She signalled for us to walk.
We made small chit chat on the way to my new office. I loved the way it sounded, my office! My office, oh I have chills running down my spine. Alberta pulled out a set of keys and handed me three. I stared at them in confusion, "I'll explain what they are for when we get to your office." I nodded I was looking down, thinking about random stuff, when we entered the medical building I bumped into something and landed on my ass.
That something turned out to be a someone; it was a petite blonde girl. She was also on the floor just as dishevelled as I was, we made eye contact and I noticed her eyes were a pretty shade of green and if I had to guess it would be the colour of jade. "I'm sor-" "Please forgi-" we cut each other off. I laughed we must look like a bunch of idiots. "Hi, my name is Rose." I offered my hand out and she shook it, "Lissa." She supplied hers back in return.
Alberta helped us both up, she smiled at us, "Miss Dragomir it's wonderful to see you. I hope the clinic is in order." Dragomir, wow I would have never thought I was going to met her in person. Her father was this majorly big politician and her mother one of the best and most expensive designers ever! There is this pair of boots that I have been eyeing but they cost like five hundred dollars at least half my pay check.
Alberta and Lissa spoke to each other about something to do with the clinic, when they were done Lissa offered me a small smile and a wave. She walked out of the door we just came through, Alberta was already halfway down the hall when I finally realised she was gone. I scrambled to catch up to her as I got to her she turned around and showed me where the waiting room was, I looked through the window.
It was a long narrow room with two metal benches on either side and just above the benches was a metal railing. I realised that was where they cuffed the prisoners so that no one would get hurt or try and escape. "Where do the emergency cases get taken to?" She looked back at me, "Down the hall and to the left, there's also an entrance around the back of the building." I nodded not that I would need to know this information as I am just a psychologist.
We turned off to the right and into another hallway, "This is the psychology ward." I nodded we continued to the end of the hallway and to the last door. She signalled for me to open the door so I did and was amazed at what I found. There were three couches, all black leather, a desk and some pictures on the walls. There was also a door that led out of the room. I turned my head towards it, "Bathroom slash panic room."
"Panic room?" I asked trying to figure out why I would need one. "If something happens and there is a lockdown, you and all the other two psychologists will have to get into the room as fast as you can. Once inside," she walked into the room and I followed, "Once inside you push this bolt closed and turn this. This will make sure that no one but me or you can unlock this door from the outside." It made sense I guess.
We walked out back into the main part of the office, "Keys?" She asked so I dug them out of my pocket and handed them over. She pointed to the first one and said, "This is for your office door." I nodded and then she held the next one, "This one is for the bath/panic room." She then held up the third one and told me that it was for my locker in the main office but I didn't need to use it unless I wanted to. She then went over a few basic rules.
By the time she had gotten to the third rule I had forgotten the first one, sighing she told me that there was a printed copy in my desk. I nodded and walked over to my desk and sat down. I looked up to say thank you but she was gone. Shrugging I had a look at the rules. It was a piece of paper that said welcome Miss Hathaway and that they hoped I enjoyed my stay here at Tarasov. It then went on to say that these rules may change at any time and are strictly for medical staff only and then it went on to state the rules.
They read as the following:
You are to only address the prisoners in English and no other language.
No weapons are allowed in the offices and if any are found on the prisoner an officer must be called immediately.
No sharp objects or thing that can be used as a weapon may be left lying around.
No releasing personal information other than name and age, but only release age if the circumstances require it.
No personal relationships may be formed with the prisoners.
You may not assault a prisoner.
All personal information of the prisoner must be kept confidential.
No nudity or pornographic items such as images, videos may be shown around the prisoners.
Prisoners are not allowed to touch any medical staff unless instructed.
Medical staff must maintain a professional image around the prisoners at all times.
A prison guard must be around the prisoner at all times, when confidentiality is needed the guard may stand outside the door.
I could abide by those rules, I had no problem with them but some of them seemed blatantly obvious, maybe it was just me. This list was similar to the one I received when it was announced that I had the job. I read over them again, ok I know them now. I was going through my draws when there was a knock at my door. I told the person to come in, it was Stan. He came in and placed a bunch of files on my desk.
"What's this?" I asked looking up at the man, "Your patients files." He replied in a gruff voice. "How many?" He shrugged, "Count them." He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. I looked at the files on my desk, they were really thick. I guess you don't get to go to a Super-Max without having some sort of record. Where do I put them? I looked around my office until I spotted a filing cabinet. "I guess I have my answer." I went through the files just to see what I had on my plate. On the inside of each file there was a picture and a description of each of the offenders.
I opened the first one:
Name: James Gavin Amazon
DOB: 17 January 1968
Physical appearance: 6ft 2" 162lbs
Known family: None
Charges: Raping, kidnapping and mutilation of underage boys, ten murders of the third degree and twenty three cases of second degree murder.
Sentence(s): seven consecutive life sentences, five life sentences.
Descriptions: Seventeen six year old boys were kidnapped and then raped, ten of them were found dead, buried in subjects back garden.
It then went on to list the rest of his crimes and convictions and pictures of the poor boys and some woman who had got into the way. How the hell am I supposed to work with him, he killed all those poor boys? Calm down Rose, I told myself while taking deep breathes. Don't get worked up over nothing, there will be a guard outside your office at all times. With a deep breath I placed the file to the side of my desk.
I picked up the next one:
Name: Alessandra Backer
DOB: 8 August 1972
Physical appearance: 5ft 7" 190lbs
Known Family: None
Charges: Third degree murder of family, wife and three children, two sons and one daughter
Sentence(s): Four life sentences
Descriptions: Came home drunk and found wife cheating, "exploded" and murdered family.
As before it showed pictures and this time it had a confession that was written out and signed. This shocked me, I read his confession. He seemed so sad and angry at the same time, in his confession he stated how sorry he was and how he thought the anger management classes were working. I felt for him, I really did but fact is a fact he killed his family and now he has gotten what he deserved. I couldn't believe what I had just said, but it was true. The next file was extremely thick.
I pulled it in front of me and opened it up. I was met by the most stunning brown eyes I had ever seen. Then I looked at his whole face, strong jaw bone, straight nose, long brown hair and a small scar that ran down from his eye down to his chin, it was barely even noticeable. None of the other inmate's photos had caught my attention quite like his had. He was gorgeous to say the least; in my life I had never seen a man so handsome.
I immediately thought that it wasn't possible for him to commit serious crimes as to get imprisoned in a Super-Max. I knew I was making an assumption based on his looks, which I was told not to by almost every single one of my lecturers, but I couldn't help it. Now Rose he is in here for a reason and that reason must be very bad. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my brain. You have to remain professional at all times.
Opening my eyes I moved his picture out of the way and read his details:
Name: Dimitri Ivan Belikov(a)
DOB: 27 September 1986
Physical appearance: 6ft 8" 135lbs. Please note inmate extremely strong and dangerous must be sedated during travel. Has six tattoos of lightning bolts on nape of neck along with a snake. A distinctive scar runs down along his face from his right brow to his chin
Known family: Check Russian records
Charges: Numerous shop lifting, parole violations, thirty five counts of carjacking, two counts of armed robbery, twenty eight counts of assault, thirteen counts of sexual assault, one count of unintentional manslaughter, seven counts of second degree murder and one count of third degree murder.
Sentence(s): was imprisoned at the age of thirteen, was in an out of juvenile detention centres across America until the age of eighteen. Was finally imprisoned when twenty for third degree murder and unintentional manslaughter.
Description: Family moved to America from Russia when he was eleven. Broke into seven houses, twice with arms. Shop lifted many times between the ages of thirteen and seventeen. Assaulted parents and siblings, sexual and physically on many occasions. At twenty years old he was finally arrested for the murder of his mother and father, unintentional for is mother and he confessed to killing his father.
Confession: as inmate was not taught to write in alpha-numeric, he was allowed to write in Cyrillic.
Я Дмитрий Иван Беликов избили моего отца до смерти на 16 октября 2006 года он напал на мою мать и я реагировал, чтобы защитить ее. Он изнасиловал мою мать и сестру много, много, раз, и я только что было достаточно того, чтобы смотреть моя семья страдает так. Я потерял себя в борьбе и не мог себя контролировать. Я поднял руку и ударил его в лицо в последний раз, он пошел еще и был без сознания. Я оттолкнула мою руку дальше вниз по горлу, пока он не перестал двигаться. Я не знаю, что он был мертв, пока моя сестра потянула меня с него. Я пошел посмотреть на мою мать, но она не дышит. Я только сделал для него, что он сделал с моей матерью
Translation: I Dimitri Ivan Belikov beat my father to death on the 16 October 2006, he attacked my mother and I reacted to protect her. I lost myself in the fight and couldn't control myself. I raised my hand and punched him in the face on last time; he went still and was unconscious. I pushed my arm further down on his throat until he stopped moving. I didn't know he was dead until my sister pulled me off of him. I went to look at my mother but she wasn't breathing. I had only done to him what he had done to my mother.
My mouth felt dry, I felt tears running down my face and I had no clue as to why. I didn't even know this man, yet I felt betrayed by him. I looked at the length of the Russian writing was far longer than the English translation. I had a feeling that they had left put certain parts of the translation to suit themselves and what they needed in the case. Just from his picture alone, I felt as if I could trust him. But he had admitted to killing his father, what kind of person would do such a thing? Kill your own kin. I shudder, some people in this world I tell you. it scary how he just spoke so evenly about murdering his own father and what did he mean by saying, "I went to look at my mother but she wasn't breathing. I had only done to him what he had done to my mother"?
I didn't have it in me to look at all the files at this moment in time; I stood and placed the three files I have already looked at into the filing cabinet. I took one last look at Dimitri's photo, it just didn't seem right. How could one person do that, all the bad stuff? I walked over and sat on of the couches. It was comfortable, I lay back on it. I don't know how much time had passed when someone knocked on my door.
I told them to come in, I was Alberta. She had a stack of papers with her and I grimaced when she placed them all on my table. "Paperwork?" She nodded, "Just be happy your no Kirova, she has to go through every single one if these for every single one of the staff who are employed here. Ok fill these out and the come down to the main office to hand them in and you were get your employees card and all the other stuff you will need."
I nodded at her, feeling grateful that I only had to do this and not everyone else's. So for the next two hours I sat and filled out paper work, by the time I was done I was ready to hit my head against the wall until I passed out or even died. I mean how many times do I have to fill in my initials and signature? How many trees did the kill in order to do paperwork for all the staff? Rolling my eyes I grabbed the paperwork and set off towards the main office.
I walked into the main office and was greeted by a blonde girl sitting at the front desk, I walked up t the desk and placed the pile of paperwork on it, so gave me and up/down look. "Warden Kirova is kind of busy so you can like take a seat and wait for her." She had one of those drawn out voices. I wasn't waiting in here; I could hear Kirova screaming from down here. "I need to get back to my office to complete the files on my patients."
She popped the bubblegum she was chewing and asked, "Are you serious? Like just chill and she'll be done in like an hour and you can give it to her then." Huffing I sat down, one and a half hours later I was still waiting, I got up to tell the stupid secretary bitch, that I needed to go. I still had to draw up a schedule on when I was going to see my patients. As I was about to tell what's-her-face to take the paperwork a give it to Kirova when she was done but Kirova herself was walking down the hall to where I was standing.
I handed her the paperwork and much to my annoyance she replied back, "You should have just given it to Diana over here and she could have given it to me." I pursed my lips and turned and walked out of the building without saying a single word. I passed Lissa on the way and smiled at her. She grinned broadly at me and waved excitedly. She was walking towards her car, a really nice looking bmw. I smiled at her.
I looked at my watch, almost half past four time to go home. I went back to my office and got my bag; on the way out I considered taking the files home with me but then decided against it. There was always tomorrow. I was on my way to my pathetic little Honda civic. I was about to get into it when I caught something in the reflection on my window. It was an ambulance and they were taking people out of it.
When they strolled past me I recognised the person on the gurney, it was Dimitri Belikov.
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