Wetumpka, Alabama. The City of Natural Beauty. Before the arrest, I stopped by the Jasmine Hill Gardens. In it, it had a full sized replica of Temple of Hera from Greek Mythology. It was beautiful. It was also one of the last things I saw before hand. I didn't know how long I'll be in prison, so I made the most of it.
At seven in the evening I went to airport. The closest which was outside of Wetumpka, which is fine. The drive gave me time to think. To clear my head. I was doing this for a reason. I was doing it for me. For him.
I park and walk inside, spotting the two FBI agents, Agent Hastings and Agent James. Both of them were in on this. So while their faces may have shown it, it wasn't a complete surprise when I attacked them. I was a little disappointed they didn't put up much of a fight, if they did, they defiantly needed better training. As planned they eventually got me on the ground, cuffing my hands behind me. Agent James grabs my arms and hauls me to my feet. "Let's go," he said, forcing me to walk towards to door.
I got my picture taken. Facing the camera, then to the right, and then to the left. My fingerprints where added to the system. Everything on me was stripped and taken. I was giving dark gray clothes to put on. Still in handcuffs, another officer lead me to a van outside that will take me to the prison. I set down next to someone. She had short, pink hair, her eyes a dark blue. She glares at the wall.
There are two girls across from me. One has light brown hair and hazel eyes and was staring at the door as if it will be opened by someone familiar and she could escape. The other girl had black hair and dark brown eyes that nearly look black. She was glaring down at the floor. The drive was short and silent. When we reached the prison, we are filed out one-by-one and escorted inside.
They take up separately into rooms, giving us a clean set of uniforms, also a dark gray color, and a towel, before showing us where our cells where. The guard, who I already know is Tony, opens the cell, grabs my right arm, and pulls me inside. I scowl and she closes the door. I had two other cellmates. Both of who I already knew about. The shorter one is Justice, but she likes to be called Jay. The reason behind that is kind of a dark one. The other, much taller one is Devyn.
They both stare at me, not moving from their beds. Jay was on the top bunk to the right with Devyn taking the bunk below, leaving the left side empty. I take the top bunk. "What are you in here for?" Jay asked once I was seated on my new unconformable bed.
"Assault on two federal agents."
"Wow," Jay said as Devyn whistled. "Why?"
I shrugged, "Because they were annoying me." Jay stares at me for a minute and then looks away, laying back down. It was already past nine and lights out are at ten. I lay down on my back, hands folded on my stomach, staring at the ceiling. I give myself a soft smile as I thought, "This is where the fun begins."