Chapter 2
Cole had finally given up, his powers wouldn't work and he was trapped. So now he had done what the guard ordered and put on the boots. They were heavy and tight against his ankles, every step he took in them made his feet feel like they were going to pull apart from his legs.
He was dressed in a dull grey boiler suit, with a white tag on the right side of the suit, they had black numbers reading 251309. He cued behind other prisoners to go out in to the courtyard, the horrible part about this prison was it had no colour other than a horrible grey metal. "C'mon I don't even know what I've done to end up here." He told one of the many guards watching the prisoners. The guard looked at him for a moment and then jabbed him with the electrical rod, knocking him down to the floor.
"You only speak when spoken to prisoner, I won't tell you again!"
Cole lay there in pain for a moment on his back, recovering from the shock and breathing deeply. "I asked a simple question, why can't you just answ - ahhh!"
He was interrupted by another electrical jab. "Belthazor, in the Walls you get three warnings - you've just used up two. After a third, we fry your brain. Now get back in line maggot!" He instructed, pulling Cole off the floor and shoving him back in the cue to go out in to the courtyard.
Courtyard
This was the only place prisoners were allowed to talk without receiving an electrical jab. It was on the outside of the prison walls, a giant garden with only one doorway - back inside. In two corners of the yard, snipers were in lookout towers waiting for an excuse to take out any demon causing a stir. Everywhere in the prison had metal floors, and the yard was no different. The boots prisoners had to wear had flashing green lights, meaning they were active. "How do I get outta here?" Cole asked a fellow prisoner, quietly.
"You serve your time, and get released." The rather large man informed him. His size shown he was not a demon to mess with, he had a big bushy beard, and curly black hair and spoke in a deep jumpy tone. There was a rather large scar running down his left cheek, and he continuously trembled.
"Hasn't anyone ever tried to escape?"
"Few of us tried a while back, over powered a couple of guards, even made it towards the teleportation machine. Biggest mistake we ever made." The man quietened when a guard walked by and then began to walk away.
Cole caught back up to him, "What happened?" He asked grabbing the man by his shoulder.
"At the time, we didn't know the boots acted as magnets. They activated them and sent us down to the Electro-chamber. Left us there for days, I saw one demon choke to death - it wasn't pretty and we learnt our lesson." The man walked away once more, this time Cole left him alone.
A guard approached Cole and jabbed the stick in his back, but not electrocuting him. "If you're thinking about escaping, I advise you not to!" He took the stick from his back and walked on patrolling the grounds.
Cole's eyes arched at the guard, and again he tried throwing him across the yard to no avail. When another prisoner walked by, he stopped him in his tracks. "Why don't my powers work?"
"Wouldn't be much of a prison if we could use our powers would it?" The man told him, walking on.
Cole sighed deeply and brushed his hair back with his hands, sweat had started trickling down his head, this place was a sauna.
"Play time's over prisoners, back to your cells!!" A voice shouted, coming from the speakers attached to the wall.
No demon dared to argue and went back in the cue to go inside, "Not you Belthazor." A guard said, shocking him with the rod. The guard picked up Cole and barged his way through the crowds, taking him to the teleportation machine. Two steel doors slid back and the guard and Cole walked through into the main-chamber. Its sickly-sweet smell was all too familiar.
He gazed at the giant matrix of heads that appeared like a hologram, "Belthazor, you are guilty of crimes against the demonic race. You shall spend the next century in this prison, where you will be reminded of whom you really are."
He couldn't argue, the last shock had taken the fight out of him, he simply raised his head at the holograms and nodded. He stood, helpless and sullen, while they made their preparations. A doctor, businesslike and unsmiling, injected him with an air syringe and he felt his body buckle and go limp.
Two assistants ripped off his grey boiler suit and hauled his naked body in to a white-tiled cubicle and turned a hose on him. The hose spewed out a foul-smelling plastic liquid, which quickly cooled on his body and started to set. Soon he was covered with the gossamer-fine coating of a demonic- foam that would control and manipulate his senses, obeying the commands of the giant mainframe that monitored the prisoners' scenarios. The two assistants hauled him off towards a metal table, leaving him lying on top. One now placed a headset on him; it began reminding him of his crimes, which he was too dejected and numb even to deny. An assistant activated a button on a nearby machine, and little rods from the headset were unleashed.
They borrowed his skull like hungry rats that had been denied food for weeks. He felt the heat and smelt the stench of lasered skull as the rods punctured his brain and made a home in his mind. As he looked up, the room was spinning and he began to slip in to a state of unconsciousness. The assistants pulled him off the metal table and Cole immediately bashed their heads together. Only two other guards in the room now stood before Cole and his escape.
TO BE CONTINUED
Cole had finally given up, his powers wouldn't work and he was trapped. So now he had done what the guard ordered and put on the boots. They were heavy and tight against his ankles, every step he took in them made his feet feel like they were going to pull apart from his legs.
He was dressed in a dull grey boiler suit, with a white tag on the right side of the suit, they had black numbers reading 251309. He cued behind other prisoners to go out in to the courtyard, the horrible part about this prison was it had no colour other than a horrible grey metal. "C'mon I don't even know what I've done to end up here." He told one of the many guards watching the prisoners. The guard looked at him for a moment and then jabbed him with the electrical rod, knocking him down to the floor.
"You only speak when spoken to prisoner, I won't tell you again!"
Cole lay there in pain for a moment on his back, recovering from the shock and breathing deeply. "I asked a simple question, why can't you just answ - ahhh!"
He was interrupted by another electrical jab. "Belthazor, in the Walls you get three warnings - you've just used up two. After a third, we fry your brain. Now get back in line maggot!" He instructed, pulling Cole off the floor and shoving him back in the cue to go out in to the courtyard.
Courtyard
This was the only place prisoners were allowed to talk without receiving an electrical jab. It was on the outside of the prison walls, a giant garden with only one doorway - back inside. In two corners of the yard, snipers were in lookout towers waiting for an excuse to take out any demon causing a stir. Everywhere in the prison had metal floors, and the yard was no different. The boots prisoners had to wear had flashing green lights, meaning they were active. "How do I get outta here?" Cole asked a fellow prisoner, quietly.
"You serve your time, and get released." The rather large man informed him. His size shown he was not a demon to mess with, he had a big bushy beard, and curly black hair and spoke in a deep jumpy tone. There was a rather large scar running down his left cheek, and he continuously trembled.
"Hasn't anyone ever tried to escape?"
"Few of us tried a while back, over powered a couple of guards, even made it towards the teleportation machine. Biggest mistake we ever made." The man quietened when a guard walked by and then began to walk away.
Cole caught back up to him, "What happened?" He asked grabbing the man by his shoulder.
"At the time, we didn't know the boots acted as magnets. They activated them and sent us down to the Electro-chamber. Left us there for days, I saw one demon choke to death - it wasn't pretty and we learnt our lesson." The man walked away once more, this time Cole left him alone.
A guard approached Cole and jabbed the stick in his back, but not electrocuting him. "If you're thinking about escaping, I advise you not to!" He took the stick from his back and walked on patrolling the grounds.
Cole's eyes arched at the guard, and again he tried throwing him across the yard to no avail. When another prisoner walked by, he stopped him in his tracks. "Why don't my powers work?"
"Wouldn't be much of a prison if we could use our powers would it?" The man told him, walking on.
Cole sighed deeply and brushed his hair back with his hands, sweat had started trickling down his head, this place was a sauna.
"Play time's over prisoners, back to your cells!!" A voice shouted, coming from the speakers attached to the wall.
No demon dared to argue and went back in the cue to go inside, "Not you Belthazor." A guard said, shocking him with the rod. The guard picked up Cole and barged his way through the crowds, taking him to the teleportation machine. Two steel doors slid back and the guard and Cole walked through into the main-chamber. Its sickly-sweet smell was all too familiar.
He gazed at the giant matrix of heads that appeared like a hologram, "Belthazor, you are guilty of crimes against the demonic race. You shall spend the next century in this prison, where you will be reminded of whom you really are."
He couldn't argue, the last shock had taken the fight out of him, he simply raised his head at the holograms and nodded. He stood, helpless and sullen, while they made their preparations. A doctor, businesslike and unsmiling, injected him with an air syringe and he felt his body buckle and go limp.
Two assistants ripped off his grey boiler suit and hauled his naked body in to a white-tiled cubicle and turned a hose on him. The hose spewed out a foul-smelling plastic liquid, which quickly cooled on his body and started to set. Soon he was covered with the gossamer-fine coating of a demonic- foam that would control and manipulate his senses, obeying the commands of the giant mainframe that monitored the prisoners' scenarios. The two assistants hauled him off towards a metal table, leaving him lying on top. One now placed a headset on him; it began reminding him of his crimes, which he was too dejected and numb even to deny. An assistant activated a button on a nearby machine, and little rods from the headset were unleashed.
They borrowed his skull like hungry rats that had been denied food for weeks. He felt the heat and smelt the stench of lasered skull as the rods punctured his brain and made a home in his mind. As he looked up, the room was spinning and he began to slip in to a state of unconsciousness. The assistants pulled him off the metal table and Cole immediately bashed their heads together. Only two other guards in the room now stood before Cole and his escape.
TO BE CONTINUED