And I'm back.
Those of you that kept up with Symphonische Metamorphosen should remember that I went over to Eastern Music Festival last summer and I had a blast. Well, I'm going to audition for the festival again! So when Saturday comes around, cross your fingers and hope that I make it in again!
You all should know the rest. Here's the chapter, and enjoy!
Ah, dear.
If this is anything like what I expected to find in this place, then my name is not Ike.
Link got into a fight with the security guards earlier today; apparently his lack of sleep got him the attention of the guards, and they were not happy.
What happened was that Link was starting to get purple circles around his eyes, and the guards noticed this. Then, they basically took Link in, and without asking what was going on they beat him violently.
Afterwards, Link did retaliate with the fact that we were being treated very poorly around here. But then, they just kept the punches coming at him, only this time they were to kill.
The fight got so bad that a group of guards that was patrolling the exercise room had to get into the fist fight to break it up. It was the craziest thing in the world.
And now, everybody's talking about it. It's the only thing that Sonic and Snake have been talking about all day, and it's been dominating everybody's conversation.
But I think it's why they're talking about it that gives it the vitality that it actually has; I think that somebody being willing to stand up to the guards has given them a lot of faith in themselves. Personally, I think it's a little misguided, but otherwise I'm happy for them. I mean, who better to turn to than a model in a world of oppression and other things like that?
Still, I do feel bad for Link about the beating. But hey, people have rights in this place, and those rights are being trampled on really badly.
I think it's time somebody stood up for us…
So life is going normal as it usually does. I'm in defiance of the guards in my own, silent little way, but that's okay.
After all, non-violent protest did get a lot farther than violent protest.
So, I just sat at the mess hall, refusing to eat my sandwich.
It's another thing of protest I've taken up; I think I'll only eat every other day now. Hell, the food tastes like crap anyway, and I think it'll help the maggot-rat issue out a little bit. So why not?
Of course, the guards aren't watching, so really, nothing is being done.
In fact, those stupid guards never do enough patrol routes of this place anyways. It's really no wonder that my protests aren't doing anything right now; after all, nobody's noticing but the inmates.
The inmates are all rather animated, though; I think that they feel better after all of these years of abuse are finally being confronted by somebody who's not afraid of the consequences. I'm just doing it for my friend, but now it seems I'm doing it for everybody! It's a rather funny prospect, actually, but I think I'll go ahead and take it up anyway.
My thoughts were interrupted as the guards came in.
However, they signaled the end of lunch, so we all had to get up and go.
I took my unused tray in my hands and went through the motions of disposing all of my uneaten items into the wastebasket and stuff.
I didn't say anything as I walked by the guards. Let the god damn sons of bitches find out that I am the one who never eats anything around here.
And with that, my first lunch protest failed.
Of course, they'll notice in time. These guards always notice when something is going wrong.
Hell, three weeks have passed since I first got here and I've already got myself a new purpose in life.
Only problem is, I have a very short time to get everything right in this joint. Damn execution being less than six months away.
Oh well. I act like a hero now, I go down like a hero then. And then, when I have any last requests, I think I'll just go ahead and tell the guy who asks that question that my soul is eternally going to haunt the governor of Smash Island until they give the prisoners better conditions. And seriously, once I go there, I think I'll ask to take leave of paradise so I can continue the mission posthumously.
Hey. No rest for the heroes, I guess. It's all part of the job description, after all.
Okay, I think elf boy is actually getting popular around here.
Whatever. If it affects me, then I'm fine sitting behind the scenes and waiting for things to come.
Me? I'm just sitting in my cell alone, waiting for nothing really.
I kind of like to think like this, actually. It gives me a little bit of time away from certain things, and it certainly is better than standing in a room full of sweating guys and shit.
Oh well. I guess I do need to think.
I wonder if anybody outside of the prison knows about what's going on? I mean, the fact that Link is standing up for our rights is getting to be big news around here, but what about the rest of the world? Does it know?
I don't think I'll ever know anytime soon.
All I know is that Link is standing up for our rights, and that he's getting a cult following behind it.
The guards suddenly came to my cell, and I jerked up in surprise as the door opened roughly. I jumped off the bed, wondering what was wanted of me now.
I think it was a group of three guards that came in to see me.
"The warden would like to see you now," said one of the guards before I was able to ask anything.
"What does he—?" I moved to ask.
"Now," said the guard threateningly.
"Okay, okay," I told them, holding my hands up defensively. "Take a chill pill!"
I let them cuff me, and it was out of the cell with me. They led me through the usual hallways, and really, it's just all of the same thing. These days, I don't care to remember which direction these bitches take me when stuff goes on.
Finally, we arrived at the office of the warden, and I was left waiting there for nothing as one of the guards went inside the office. A few seconds later, the guard that went in went out again, and he motioned the guards to take me in.
I let them lead me into the office.
God damn, I hate this guy's office. If the principal's office back at my high school had been stripped of all of the certificates and Ph.D's and shit, then it would look exactly like the office of the head honcho did. Jesus Christ, this is boring.
And seriously? Large people scare the shit out of me. The fact that the warden is a large penguin with one of the most repetitive names on the fucking planet makes it all the worse for me.
Yeah. Dedede is a son of a bitch. All the motherfucking way.
A lot of us hate him; I mean, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't let all of this abuse happen, then we'd all be fine with him. Of course, he lets it happen, so now we get guys like Link that try to help things out. Sometimes I can't help but think about whether somebody's pulling some strings behind the scenes.
The warden looked at me with squinty eyes as he sat at the desk.
Oh, boy. I can feel the sweat sliding down my face already. The fact that my fur was in the way didn't help much, either.
"Mr. Sonic the Hedgehog, correct?" asked Dedede.
I'm already uncomfortable enough in this room; why the hell did you have to refer to me as a 'mr.'? I don't like being called a mister, and if I ever get married to some bitch somewhere, then that will probably be the only time I'll be fine with it.
Fuck it. At this point, I need major stress relief.
"Please don't call me 'mister'," I said.
"I can call you whatever I want, and that is the end of it!" responded Dedede, banging his fist on the desk that he sat behind. "Now, I have been hearing reports from your fellow inmates that there have been sounds coming your cell at night lately. Can you explain this action?"
Aw, shit. I can't tell them, or else I'll be dead and Snake will be in the under-there. No, I have to lie now.
"What kind of sounds?" I asked.
"Pain," said the warden. "Lust. I don't know. The inmates all say that it sounds like something that should protrude from an alleyway somewhere."
"Well, then I don't know what you're talking about," I responded. "Seriously. Perhaps your inmates are—"
"Insane?" asked Dedede. "I don't buy that excuse at all. Too many inmates complain about it."
"Then maybe they don't know where it's actually coming from?" I asked.
"That is a good point, but no," said the warden. "But it's not good enough."
"Then I don't know what's going on," I said.
Dedede looked at me with one of those looks that said 'don't play games with me, motherfucker.
Sheesh. No wonder inmates go crying for their mothers after they see the warden. This guy is fucking intimidating.
"I'll give you a month," he said suddenly. "If the noises don't stop, and if you can't come up with a good reason as to what is going on, then you will wish you were never alive. Dismissed!"
The guards (Wait, there were guards flanking the doors?) came and led me out.
I let out a huge sigh of relief as I was uncuffed and placed back in my cell.
God damn, that was fucked up.
So, Sonic told me that he got the opportunity to meet the warden yesterday.
Poor son of a bitch. He didn't tell anybody, but damn that warden sounds incredibly intimidating. I sure wouldn't want to meet him any time soon.
I think Link and Ike agree with me as well; Sonic told me about it in the cell and then I discussed it with Link and Ike. They seem to be agreeing, but you never can tell what some motherfuckers have up their sleeves.
As EgavasNad always says, don't trust the motherfucker until you're sure they've exposed their secrets.
And I'm pretty sure that they have their secrets.
Oh well. At least I know what to do.
I'll just keep pretending I trust them so I can see what they're really up to…
