Anatomy of a Prisoner
A/N: I hope you like this.
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CHAPTER I
What have I done? Why am I here? I never seem to ask myself these questions anymore. Life itself might have ended a long time ago… I really couldn't tell anymore. Enough time spent in this place can change a man completely, or not at all. Thirty years have gone by, I started my sentence at age nineteen… I don't remember why I was sent here anyway. My cell is always cold and dank… the small port hole reveals a glimpse of the dark emptiness of space. Somehow I doubt that the outside world has died out… the prison guards still beat us, and they only do it for the pay. No payroll, no prison guards.
Most men in this place go insane, but they spend so much time here that their insanity wears off. A strange gesture I suppose but a rather genius description. I thought I had seen everything until a new group of prisoners came in. we all thought it would be the normal routine, they come, they cry, they die… not their bodies but their souls.
This time was different however… there was only one prisoner, and he was unescorted. No guards to keep an eye on him, just the lonely thud of his boots against the colt steel plated floor. His head hung and his hands were bonded close. The other prisoners began to holler and whoop. They screamed "Fresh meat" and "Cold fish!". I remember the same treatment. Although instead of whimpering like any other new inmate, he stopped in his tracks… the prison became dead silent. I felt a cold chill run through my body, the kind you get when you feel like someone is behind you. He stood for a few moments and began walking again… this time no one made a sound. His stride was the only audible noise. His cell was far away from mine, I felt that is where it should be because I had a strange feeling about the new man.
The lights went out soon after… leaving me in the dim light of the stars. I suppose I was inquisitive, because I walked over to the bars of my cell and peered into the darkness of the new inmate's cell. I didn't quite like the results of my curiosity, he stood in his cell, with his eyes fixed on mine… just standing and staring. His breath was shallow, like a dying soldier on the field.
I knew he had some sort of interest in me because he began to grin, and eventually stepped back letting the shadow of his cell envelope his body and face… his grin dissipated into the dark cell. I stood in wonder and in fright I must say, but somehow I managed to slip into my bunk and sail off to sleep in solitude…
A/N: id like your opinion, should I continue this story? Please, id also like to know what you thought of this rather short, but wholesome chapter.