It was no surprise at all to me when I wasn't allowed a lawyer or even a proper trial to defend myself. I wasn't allowed any visitors either. Though I didn't protest it. I had no one left but Bill and the rest of the Losers. Even if they were allowed to come visit, I wouldn't accept them. I couldn't risk the intruder killing them as well.
I spent the few days I had in the cells of the police station before I heard news of where I would be taken to next. In the mean time this didn't stop the officers that believed the false evidence to glare at me or at the worst when no one else was there to watch they would beat me.
The first time it happened I had no idea it was coming. Confusion on my face, but assuming I was to be pulled out for interrogation once more ended with me bent over and a fist deep in my stomach. The air knocked out of me as I fell to the floor, only to be kicked repeatedly as I tried to protect myself. Covering my face and trying to protect my stomach, I curled up, a few kicks landing in my stomach before I could keep the rest out.
This continued all the way to the day of my moving to where I would reside for how long, I was not sure. They had the most fun the night before the move. Their last chance to get what they felt as best revenge seeing they knew they would lose their jobs and worse if they tried to kill me.
I wasn't sure where I was headed. I was cuffed hands, waist, and ankles before lead out to the vehicle that would take me to my new destination. Once inside they locked me to the floor of the vehicle. Another precaution to prevent me from trying to escape, or perhaps lash out at them.
I grew nervous as we went. Would we be leaving Maine? I couldn't remember a time I had lived outside of Derry, that alone was frightful to leave what I knew so well.
I didn't dare to ask a single question. Keeping my mouth closed and my eyes to the floor of the vehicle. IT silent the entire ride.
IT rarely spoke to me during our stay in our cell. The only times being when I was left alone after the beating. IT would speak to me as if trying to sooth me. Promises of revenge. As if IT wasn't sure what to say other then that. Hoping it would be the answer to all the pain I was going through.
The more I listened to IT speak, the more I felt we were very much a like. IT would sound confused at times, unsure of what words it should say. How to comfort a person. How to talk to one as well. IT would grow silent when I didn't reply, as if in deep thought, then try again. Though at times IT would become frustrated and become silent as myself in my own frustration.
Right now I wished IT would talk to me. Every second to this long ride adding to my anxiety.
''Have you ever been out of Derry?''
For a moment I thought IT wouldn't reply, but then a beat later I heard IT.
'Yes…'
I sighed accepting the answer and feeling a bit of comfort. Hoping that wherever we were headed would still be inside Maine. Perhaps a place IT had been before.
''Where else have you been?''
'About…'
''Will you tell me were?''
I thought then that IT would refuse, but to my surprise IT continued to answer my question.
'Colorado…'
''Colorado? Why would you go there?''
'You asked where, not why.' IT grumbled as if I had offended IT.
'I… I'm just curious…'
IT huffed before IT continued.
'There was a Hotel there…'
Before I could ask anymore the vehicle pulled to a stop.
For the first time since the journey began I dare to look up. I hear the front doors of the vehicle open as the guards get out. The one in back with me keeping an eye on me as the back doors open. The bright sun overhead blinding me.
As I try to block the sun and see once more, the two guards from the front pull me out as soon as the guard with me has unlocked me from the floor.
Still blinded, they push me down a path towards a bricked building.
As my vision clears some I can make out the fencing and barbed wire around us. Shouts catch my attention. I see men all in the same color and type of clothing in a fenced in yard. Another shove alerts me that I have stopped. Continuing on I try to understand where I am.
The confusion must be clear on my face as a guard I don't know chuckles at me, "Welcome Shawshank State Prison Kid."
I'm pushed along into the building and down halls with many doors until we reach the one with the words 'Warden Dale Lacy' printed on the door.
One of the guards knocked on the door, "Come in."
We entered, me more being pushed and dragged when I didn't move fast enough for their liking.
"We have your newest inmate."
The man stood from his seat, coming over to eye me over. Unlike the guards with me, he seemed to look at me unsure. As if he was trying to figure me out. I hunched feeling awkward while he circled me.
"Alright, let's get him off your hands then." He went back to his desk to press a button on a fairly large speaker upon it.
"Kate, send in a guard to help escort our new inmate to his cell."
"Yes sir."
I looked at the machine curiously. I hadn't seen one of those before. I'd seen my fair share of a phone, but not this sort. If it was even a phone.
"You can un-cuff him and be on your way gentlemen."
The group of guards looked at Mr. Lacy unsure.
"Are you… are you sure about that sir. He has killed a cop."
He waved his hand, shooing the very idea I could have away.
"This whole place if full of officers of the law, he wouldn't get far. Now get on a move on. I'm sure you lot are very eager to get back home."
With one last look to one another, they nodded before beginning to remove the cuffs from my wrist, middle, and ankles.
I couldn't help my sudden urge and movement to rub my wrists. They were tender and had red marks left on them. They had made sure to make everything extra tight and uncomfortable for me before we had left.
I stayed quiet as they glared at me once more before leaving. Slumping more in relief of them being finally gone and myself no longer having to worry when the next beat down would occur.
"Alright son, let's get you settled in." Mr. Lacy was the first somewhat kind voiced person to speak to me since my arrest. I couldn't bring myself to ruin the moment and simply nodded as if my voice itself would have him turn on me.
The requested guard appeared shortly. Him and Mr. Lacy guiding me to the showers to get cleaned up and changed in my new clothes. I hadn't been allowed a shower in so long. Even if the water was colder then I liked, I didn't care, it felt so nice as it took away the grim on my skin.
I washed a quick as I could, scrubbing myself to make sure each piece of dirt was gone before leaving the waters to dress even quicker. I didn't wish to upset these men and create another cycle of abuse for myself here as well.
I looked at them unsure of what I should do next, which I was thankful that they didn't expect me too. I was lead to an area farther beyond the cells that was near where I had entered. It was some time before we finally reached the far end of the prison and to my new cell.
What relief I thought I would have was shortly shattered as I saw that I would not be staying in my own cell. No, I would be sharing it with another, a real criminal. Someone that I had no idea if was here for something minor or worse.
"This is where you'll be staying Kid." Mr. Lacy confirmed my horror. "Cell number six six six. You're cellmate here, well he's killed a lot of people and some we haven't even found. Won't even be civil and tell us were. Why it was decided you take this cell… I'm sorry Kid. Just do your best to not upset him and I'll see what I can do about moving you to a different cell as soon a possible."
I can't help but look up at him surprised. He has such concern for me. Perhaps he didn't believe what I was being sent here for?
I nodded, looking meek as I could before making my way into the cell. Mr Lacy looking worried for me while I came face to face with a huge man looking all too happy to see me. A grin one would see in their nightmares as he tried to tower over me. What he had in muscle size he lacked in height. Even so, I was so hunched over, trying to look smaller that I was sure he did at this time look all that much more tall and menacing.
The barred door was closed behind me. I turned to watch as the two men left and left me to what fate they were unsure would be. Though from the looks of my cellmate, Mr Lacy feared the worst.
"They call me Big Budd." My new roommate grinned as he hovered over me. Trying to look all the taller as he flexed.
"We're going to have a good time."
